The Colored People Of This Country Know

Nothing Great Or Enduring, Especially In Music, Has Ever Sprung Full-fledged And Unprecedented From The Brain Of Any Master; The Best He Gives To The World He Gathers From The Hearts Of The People, And Runs It Through The Alembic Of His Genius.

Through My Music Teaching And My Not Absolutely Irregular Attendance At Church, I Became Acquainted With The Best Class Of Colored People In Jacksonville.

I Found Cause To Wonder Upon What Ground The English Accuse Americans Of Corrupting The Language By Introducing Slang Words. I Think I Heard More And More Different Kinds Of Slang During My Few Weeks' Stay In London Than In My Whole "tenderloin" Life In New York. But I Suppose The English Feel That The Language Is Theirs, And That They May Do With It As They Please Without At The Same Time Allowing That Privilege To Others.

The Colored People Of This Country Know And Understand The White People Better Than The White People Know And Understand Them.

Any Musical Person Who Has Never Heard A Negro Congregation Under The Spell Of Religious Fervor Sing These Old Songs Has Missed One Of The Most Thrilling Emotions Which The Human Heart May Experience.