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ored men and women, who are oftener addressed as
"uncle" and "auntie." In vain surely does Shake¬
speare ask, " What's in a name?" In vain does he
" That which we call a rose
.By any other name would smell as sweet."
Verily, there is much in a name. There is hatred
in a name. There is degradation in a name. There
is just as much in a name to-day as there was in the
days of Cavalier and Roundhead, and Puritan and
Since the surrender at Appomattox, however, the
Negro has found a name or made one. Since then he
has gotten him some clothing. He has raised twice
as much cotton under freedom as he did under slavery,.
and so can afford to dress pretty decently. On the
9th of last August I was standing in a depot at Wash¬
ington, waiting for the train for Ocean Grove. The
depot was crowded with well-dressed colored people.
It was an excursion. They were going off to enjoy
themselves as only colored people can. A young
German with whom I had, so to speak, scraped an
acquaintance, said to me, "These people are as or¬
derly, and look as neat as the same number of peas-