Neither did a slave named Prince, now owned by Joseph Barnard, accept this sermon. In September he decided that another sort of freedom was far more desirable. He put his fiddle under his arm, made up a bundle of heavy clothes-an old brown coat, "a double-breasted blue coat with a cape," a brown overcoat with cuffs and a cape, a new jacket and new leather breeches, stockings, and pumps-took up a rifle in his other hand, and tiptoed out of town. Barnard immediately advertised in the Boston Weekly Post-Boy and got him back. After that, Prince decided that the enslaved life was no life at all. The last we hear of him, only about a year and a half later, is when Barnard paid 2pounds for Prince's coffin.
~Mr. & Mrs. Prince, G. Holbrook
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