FABLES. 



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THE BLACKAMOOR. 



A Man having bought a Blackamoor, was so 

 simple as to think that the colour of his skin was 

 only dirt which he had contracted for want of due 

 care under his former master. This fault he fancied 

 might easily be removed by washing^so he ordered 

 the poor Black to be put into a tub, and was at a 

 considerable charge in providing ashes, soap, and 

 scrubbing brushes for the operation. To work 

 they went, rubbing and scouring his skin all over, 

 but to no manner of purpose: for when they had 

 repeated their washings several times, and were 

 grown quite weary, all they got by it was, that the 

 Blackamoor caught cold and died. 



APPLICATION. 



What's bred in the bone will never come out of 

 the flesh." 



