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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76799 ***
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ Mrs. WALTER BOWNE
+
+ From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of W. B. Lawrence
+
+ ARTOTYPE, E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.
+]
+
+
+
+
+ A GIRL’S LIFE EIGHTY YEARS AGO
+ SELECTIONS FROM THE LETTERS OF ELIZA SOUTHGATE BOWNE
+
+
+ WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY CLARENCE COOK
+
+ _ILLUSTRATED WITH PORTRAITS AND VIEWS_
+
+
+ NEW YORK
+ CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS
+ 1887
+
+
+
+
+ Copyright, 1887,
+ BY CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS.
+
+
+ _The Riverside Press, Cambridge_:
+ Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
+
+
+
+
+ LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+ _MRS. WALTER BOWNE_ _Frontispiece_
+ _Miniature by Malbone_
+
+ _Facing Page_
+ _DR. ROBERT SOUTHGATE—MRS. SOUTHGATE_ _5_
+ _From Silhouettes in the possession of W. B.
+ Lawrence, Esq._
+
+ _MRS. JOHN DERBY_ (_Eleanor Coffin_) _22_
+ _Miniature by Malbone, in possession of Miss
+ Rogers, of Boston_
+
+ _RUFUS KING_ _42_
+ _From a painting by Woods_
+
+ _MRS. RUFUS KING_ _68_
+ _After a portrait by Trumbull_
+
+ _MR. E. HASKET DERBY, OF SALEM_ (_Æt. 28, 1794_) _110_
+ _From a Miniature in possession of Dr. Hasket
+ Derby, of Boston_
+
+ _MRS. RICHARD DERBY_ (_Martha Coffin_) _116_
+ _Miniature by Malbone, in possession of Mrs.
+ Peabody, of Boston_
+
+ _THE VAN RENSSELAER MANOR HOUSE_ _130_
+
+ _MR. WALTER BOWNE_ _140_
+ _Miniature by Malbone_
+
+ _THE LYMAN PLACE—WALTHAM_ _148_
+
+ _LUCIA WADSWORTH—ZILPAH WADSWORTH_ _159_
+ _From Silhouettes in the possession of W. B.
+ Lawrence, Esq._
+
+ _SUNSWICK—THE DELAFIELD HOUSE, HELL GATE, LONG ISLAND_ _167_
+
+ _THE BOWNE HOUSE, FLUSHING_ _195_
+ _Erected 1661_
+
+ _JAMES GORE KING_ _206_
+ _From a Miniature in the possession of A. Gracie King, Esq._
+
+ _CHARLES KING_ _210_
+ _From a Miniature in the possession of his
+ daughter, Mrs. Martin._
+
+
+
+
+ INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+Eliza Southgate, the writer of the letters here collected, was the
+daughter of Robert and Mary Southgate, and was born in Scarborough, Me.,
+September 24, 1783. She was the third in a family of twelve children.
+Her father came of English stock, and was born in Leicester, Mass.,
+where his family had long been settled. Here he studied medicine, and
+when he had finished his course he left his native place, where there
+appeared to be no room for another practitioner, and settled in
+Scarborough. We are told that, after the primitive fashion of the time,
+he set out to seek his fortune on horseback, with all his worldly goods
+in a pair of saddle-bags. In this way he entered Scarborough, where his
+character and talents were not long in getting him a good position. He
+had picked up some law, and in a new and small community was able to
+make his knowledge useful, so that in course of time he was appointed a
+Judge in the Court of Common Pleas.
+
+He had not been long in Scarborough before he married Mary, the daughter
+of Richard King, a large landholder in the District of Maine. “Pretty
+Polly King,” as Mary was familiarly called by her friends, was the
+second daughter of Mr. King by his first wife. The eldest child by this
+marriage was Rufus—well known for the distinguished part he played in
+the early history of our country. A third child, Pauline, married Mr.
+Porter; their son Moses, whose name often occurs in these letters, was a
+young man of great promise. He engaged his cousin Eliza in a
+correspondence, after the somewhat formal fashion of the time; only her
+letters remain to indicate its character, but they are among her best.
+In her lively tilting on the well-worn subject of the education of the
+sexes, the lady shows herself a clever mistress of the foils, and there
+are not wanting indications that the combatants did not escape from the
+encounter heart-whole. But however this may have been, all was ended by
+the sudden death of Mr. Porter from a fever caught in boarding an
+infected vessel in the transaction of some necessary business.
+
+Scarborough was not a large town, but its position as a seaport gave it
+some importance, and the society was far above what is ordinarily met
+with in such places. The Hunnewells, Bragdons, Bacons, Emersons,
+Wadsworths, names that are distinguished in the social history of New
+England, belong to the early settlers of the neighborhood, and are still
+represented there. Zilpah, one of the daughters of General Peleg
+Wadsworth, who are frequently mentioned in these letters, married
+Stephen Longfellow, a cousin of Mrs. Southgate, and became the mother of
+the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+The Southgates gave their children the best education to be had in those
+times. They were first sent to school in Scarborough; but, later, were
+placed—to be “finished,” as the old phrase was—at boarding-schools near
+Boston. When she was fourteen years old, Eliza was sent to a school at
+Medford, and a letter written from that place gives a rather
+uncomfortable notion of her surroundings. In these few childish lines,
+however, the character of the woman is plainly prefigured—her
+observation, her power of clear, terse statement, her playful humor, her
+cheerful submission to duty, and her affection for her parents, making
+her willing to put up with whatever was disagreeable rather than give
+them uneasiness. However, Dr. Southgate, as a physician, could see that
+a school where the pupils slept, four beds in a small chamber and two in
+a bed, was not the place for a growing girl, and he therefore took his
+daughter away and put her at the school at Medford, kept by Mrs. Rowson.
+This, for its time, was an excellent school, and Miss Southgate remained
+there until the day came when “studies” were to be thrown aside, and
+“life” was to begin. She seems by her letters to have been very happy
+while under Mrs. Rowson’s care—the varied and somewhat romantic life led
+by that lady perhaps fitted her, better than would have been thought, to
+be the guide and friend of a girl of Eliza Southgate’s peculiar
+character.[1]
+
+Her life after she left school is so fully described in her letters that
+there is no need of following it in detail. She tells her own story far
+better than another could do it, and much that would inevitably be dull
+and commonplace narrated in plain prose, sparkles with life under the
+swift pen of this lively girl. She tells of her visit to Saratoga, with
+her friends Mr. and Mrs. Hasket Derby; and no school-girl of our time,
+writing from Paris or London, could describe the wonders of her tour
+with greater ecstasy. She sees this new corner of the world with the
+miracle-working eye of youth, and accepts everything with youth’s
+unquestioning heart. Previous letters had described Salem in terms
+equally ecstatic, and after her account of the country-seat of the
+Derbys, there could be nothing left to say of Versailles or St. Cloud.
+But what then? Was not this a fine old country-house, with its formal
+garden, its provincial but still solid stateliness, and, above all, with
+its hearty, cheerful hospitality? It was our heroine’s first glimpse of
+the gay world of fashion of her time, and she enjoyed it to the full.
+
+The story of her first meeting with her future husband, of her
+engagement to him, of their wedding-journey, is told with the simplicity
+and unaffected candor that were characteristic of her. The letter to her
+mother in which she asks her consent to the marriage, shows mother and
+daughter in the happiest light; it is the highest praise that could be
+awarded the training the Southgates had given their children. Perfect
+love had bred perfect confidence, and it is certainly pleasant to know
+that the hearts and judgments of the parents could only confirm the
+decision of their daughter. Mr. Walter Bowne was everything that the
+most exacting parents could wish as the husband of a daughter so dear to
+them.
+
+But the new life of happiness thus entered upon was brief, and in a few
+months more than six years it had come to an end. In 1803 Mr. Bowne and
+Miss Southgate were married. In 1806 their first child, a boy, named
+Walter, after his father, was born; and two years later, in July, 1808,
+came their second child, a girl, named Mary, after Mrs. Bowne’s mother.
+After the birth of this child, Mrs. Bowne did not recover her strength,
+and as winter was coming on, the medical men recommended a sea-voyage
+and a visit to a warmer climate. It was determined to send the invalid
+to Charleston, S. C.; and accordingly Mrs. Bowne set out, accompanied by
+her sister Octavia and her husband, Mr. Browne, leaving Mr. Bowne in New
+York, where he had some business-affairs to settle before he should join
+his wife later in the season. Unhappily, the sea-voyage proved a
+disastrous experiment; and when the party arrived at Charleston, Mrs.
+Bowne was in so enfeebled a condition from its effects that her sister
+gave up all hope of saving her life. She failed rapidly, and died on the
+20th of February, only two months after her arrival. Mr. Bowne, who, in
+common with her family, had probably no idea of the serious nature of
+his wife’s illness when she left New York, yet made all the haste he
+could to follow her, but had the inexpressible grief to arrive too late.
+His only consolation was in the fact that her suffering had been brief,
+and that her departure was serene, while all that a sister’s
+affectionate devotion could avail to comfort her had been given without
+stint from a full heart; and even strangers in a strange city had been
+moved, by the beauty and loveliness of this young mother, and by her
+pitiful case, deprived of husband and children, to shield her and cheer
+her with all that the warmhearted Southern hospitality knows so well to
+bestow. She was buried in Charleston and her grave was hid in flowers
+sent by the people of the town and the neighboring plantations, many of
+whom had only heard her name and story.
+
+
+There is little need for an editor’s help in following the story of the
+life which these letters portray. They are, in fact, an almost complete
+diary of that life, for the earliest bears date when the writer was a
+child at boarding-school, and the last was written only a few days
+before she died. Of the years that came between, the record is almost
+uninterrupted; so that the task confided to me resolves itself into
+little more than a statement of the few facts connected with the
+personal and family history of their author, that naturally have no
+place in the letters themselves.
+
+No doubt we have gained much, so far as the material convenience of the
+great public life is concerned, from the inventions that, for all
+practical purposes, have reduced time and space to comparative
+insignificance. We have, however, lost some good things, which those who
+lived in younger days must always regret, and for which there is small
+compensation in the material gain we have received in exchange. Among
+these losses, that of letter-writing is perhaps the most serious. A
+whole world of innocent enjoyment for contemporaries and for posterity
+has been blotted out, and, so far as appears, nothing is taking its
+place. Is it the newspapers? But how scattered, how disjointed, how
+impersonal, the record they contain! We might as well hope to recall the
+charm of some old garden loved in youth, by turning over the leaves of a
+_herbarium_ in which its flowers had been pressed, as to make the
+domestic life of a time gone by, live again in reading the files of a
+newspaper. Nor do memoirs or biographies give us what we want. They are
+too formal, too self-conscious; they want the spontaneity, the vividness
+of impression, the lightness of the recording hand. These things letters
+give us, and letters alone.
+
+Science has many fairy-tales to tell us, but the most magical of all her
+inventions is that toy, the phonograph, invented by our own Edison. It
+listens to the words that are whispered in its ear, to the songs that
+are sung to it, to the gossip that buzzes about it, and the record made
+on its revolving surface, replaced at any time upon the cylinder—after
+the lapse of an hour, or of a hundred years—will repeat what has been
+confided to it in the very voice of the speaker, with every tone and
+every inflection as clear as when first it spoke.
+
+Familiar letters are privileged to play the same magical part. To the
+readers of successive generations, they speak with the living voice of
+the writer; they recall the fugitive emotions, the joys, the sorrows,
+the whims, the passions, and as we read we persuade ourselves that we
+are part and parcel of the times they record.
+
+What a difference in our enjoyment it would make, were the letters of
+Fanny Burney and Horace Walpole taken from us! Even Hannah More becomes
+entertaining; for though her circle was a narrow one, there were
+delightful people in it, and the letters make us at home in her little
+world, as no formal biography could do.
+
+Nowadays no one writes letters, and no one would have time to read them
+if they were written. Little notes fly back and forth, like swallows,
+between friend and friend, between parent and child, carrying the news
+of the day in small morsels easily digested; it is not worth while to
+tell the whole story with the pen, when it can be told in a few weeks,
+at the farthest, with the voice. For nobody now is more than a few weeks
+from anywhere. In the spring my neighbor came home with his wife from
+the Philippine Islands, to pass a few weeks with his friends and hers.
+Yesterday he ran back to the islands, to buckle to business again. Why
+take the trouble while here to detail the gossip of his home-circle to
+his Philippine friends, in letters, when in a fortnight or so he would
+be recounting it to them at their own tables?
+
+The letters here printed have more than the interest of contemporary
+records; they paint in words, with a thousand delicate and expressive
+touches, the portrait of a lively and beautiful girl, with a character
+as striking and individual as the face that Malbone has drawn for us on
+ivory. Never was a reigning beauty more spirited, never was a spirited
+girl of fashion more truly lovable, than Eliza Bowne. Whether she be at
+boarding-school, writing letters to her “honored parents,” and hiding
+her little homesick heart in vain under the formal phrases dictated by
+the starched decorum of the day; or stealing an hour for her pen amid
+the whirl of the gay world in which she sparkled, such a cheerful star,
+and rattling off to her mother the story of the day’s doings—she is
+always the same generous, unselfish creature; impulsive, but with her
+impulses well in hand; a heart brimming over with mirth, its clear
+crystal clouded by no drop of malice; witty, but with a friendly glint
+in her mischievous eyes, even when, as now and then happens, she gives
+formality or presumption a fillip. Love and friendship followed her
+wherever she went in her too brief span of life, and fortune heaped her
+girlish lap with all good things; but she showed herself worthy of her
+blessings, and kept herself unspotted from the world.
+
+Something should be said of the literary merit of these letters. The
+name of Richardson has been mentioned; but Richardson never wrote
+anything so fresh from the heart, so playful in their sincerity, as some
+of the letters to her cousin, Moses Porter; nor could Richardson have
+touched with so light a hand the story of the drive home in the
+snow-storm after the Assembly ball, or the account of the game of Loo,
+when, with a fluttering heart, she stands, divided between the eager
+desire to read the letter she has just slipped into her pocket, and the
+impatient calls of her partners to join them at the game. Fanny Burney,
+and Fanny Burney alone, could have written letters like these.
+
+They are not, however, the letters of a practised writer, nor was there
+ever in her mind any thought of publication. It was the age of
+“epistolary correspondence:” all the girls of Miss Southgate’s
+acquaintance were writing letters to their friends, long ones, often,
+made up in the manner of a diary, with a week’s doings recorded day by
+day; for postage was dear, and to send blank paper an extravagance, and
+no doubt, like her friends, she forgot her letters as soon as they were
+sent off. Her correspondents were not so indifferent, however, and they
+kept her letters carefully. Her mother, to whom the most of them were
+written, left those sent to herself as a bequest to her granddaughter,
+Mrs. John W. Lawrence, the “little Mary” of the later letters. Mrs.
+Bowne died in the same year in which this daughter was born; but her
+sister-in-law, Miss Caroline Bowne, who devoted herself to the care of
+the little girl after her mother’s death, instilled into her heart such
+an affection for her parent’s memory that she came to cherish it with an
+almost religious devotion, and guarded as a sacred relic everything that
+had belonged to her. To the letters left her by her grandmother, Mrs.
+Lawrence added all she could collect from other persons with whom her
+mother had corresponded. They came to her in a sad state, from much
+reading and passing about from hand to hand; and to preserve their
+contents she copied the whole collection, with the greatest care, in her
+neat, methodical handwriting, into two small books, and these, in her
+turn, she bequeathed to her children, as her grandmother had bequeathed
+the originals to her.
+
+They are now given to the public, enriched with a considerable number of
+contemporary portraits and other illustrations, carefully reproduced
+from original miniatures and old prints; and with an abundance of
+biographical notes, industriously collected by a competent hand, which
+cannot fail to be of value to the social chronicler of our time. While
+the importance of these letters as illustrations of the domestic life of
+our country at a most interesting time is considerable, their chief
+value, after all, lies in the picture they give of the writer. It is a
+picture drawn, as we have said, with a thousand graceful touches, and
+the natural girlish loveliness of the portraiture shows best when it is
+read from end to end. Then, as we look up from the printed page to
+Malbone’s portrait, the vision takes shape:
+
+ “A hair-brained, sentimental trace
+ Was strongly markèd in her face;
+ A wildly witty, rustic grace
+ Shone full upon her;
+ Her eye, even turned on empty space,
+ Beamed keen with honour.”
+
+ CLARENCE COOK.
+
+ FISHKILL-ON-HUDSON,
+ October 1, 1887.
+
+
+
+
+ A GIRL’S LIFE EIGHTY YEARS AGO
+
+
+ Medford, Jan. 23, 1797.
+
+ My Mamma:
+
+I went to Boston last Saturday, and there I received your letter. I have
+now to communicate to you only my wishes to tarry in Boston a quarter,
+if convenient. In my last letter to my Father I did not say anything
+respecting it because I did not wish Mrs. Wyman to know I had an
+inclination to leave her school, but only because I thought you would
+wish me to come home when my quarter was out. I have a great desire to
+see my family, but I have a still greater desire to finish my education.
+
+Still I have to beg you to remind my friends and acquaintances that I
+remain the same Eliza, and that I bear the same love I ever did to them,
+whether they have forgotten me or not.
+
+Tell my little Brothers and Sisters I want to see them very much indeed.
+Write me an answer as soon as you can conveniently. I shall send you
+some of my work which you never have seen,—it is my Arithmetic.
+
+Permit me, my Honored Mother, to claim the title of
+
+ Your affectionate daughter,
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+ Medford, May 12, 1797.
+
+ Honored Parents:
+
+With pleasure I sit down to the best of parents to inform them of my
+situation, as doubtless they are anxious to hear,—permit me to tell them
+something of my foolish heart. When I first came here I gave myself up
+to reflection, but not pleasing reflections. When Mr. Boyd[2] left me I
+burst into tears and instead of trying to calm my feelings I tried to
+feel worse. I begin to feel happier and will soon gather up all my
+Philosophy and think of the duty that now attends me, to think that here
+I may drink freely of the fountain of knowledge, but I will not dwell
+any longer on this subject. I am not doing anything but writing,
+reading, and cyphering. There is a French Master coming next Monday, and
+he will teach French and Dancing. William Boyd and Mr. Wyman advise me
+to learn French, yet if I do at all I wish you to write me very soon
+what you think best, for the school begins on Monday. Mr. Wyman says it
+will not take up but a very little of my time, for it is but two days in
+the week, and the lessons only 2 hours long. Mr. Wyman says I must learn
+Geometry before Geography, and that I better not begin it till I have
+got through my Cyphering.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ DR. ROBERT SOUTHGATE MRS. SOUTHGATE
+
+ From Silhouettes in the possession of W. B. Lawrence, Esq.
+]
+
+We get up early in the morning and make our beds and sweep the chamber,
+it is a chamber about as large as our kitchen chamber, and a little
+better finished. There’s 4 beds in the chamber, and two persons in each
+bed, we have chocolate for breakfast and supper.
+
+ Your affectionate Daughter
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Medford, May 25, 1797.
+
+ My dear Parents:
+
+I hope I am in some measure sensible of the great obligation I am under
+to you for the inexpressible kindness and attention which I have
+received of you from the cradle to my present situation in school. Many
+have been your anxious cares for the welfare of me, your child, at every
+stage and period of my inexperienced life to the present moment. In my
+infancy you nursed and reared me up, my inclinations you have indulged
+and checked my follies—have liberally fed me with the bounty of your
+table, and from your instructive lips I have been admonished to virtue,
+morality, and religion. The debt of gratitude I owe you is great, yet I
+hope to repay you by duly attending to your counsels and to my
+improvement in useful knowledge.
+
+ My thankful heart with grateful feelings beat,
+ With filial duty I my Parents greet,
+ Your fostering care hath reared me from my birth,
+ And been my Guardians, since I’ve been on earth,
+ With love unequalled taught the surest way,
+ And Check’d my passions when they went astray.
+ I wish and trust to glad declining years,—
+ Make each heart gay—each eye refrain from tears.
+ When days are finished and when time shall cease
+ May you be wafted to eternal peace
+
+Is the sincere wish of your dutiful Daughter,
+
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Robert Southgate Esqr. & Lady.
+
+ Medford, June 13, 1797.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+With what pleasure did I receive your letter and hear the praises of an
+approving Mother! It shall be my study to please and make you happy. You
+said you hoped that I was not disappointed in learning French; I hope
+you think that I have too much _love_ and _reverence_ for my Parents to
+take any thing amiss that _they_ thought most proper for me. I was very
+happy to hear that you had received the bonnets, and I hope they will
+suit you. I have never received a letter from Horatio[3] since I have
+been here. I expect to begin Geometry as soon as I have done Cyphering,
+which I hope will be soon, for I have got as far as Practice. Tell
+Isabella[4] and Mama[5] King, that some letters from them would give me
+great pleasure and that I hope to experience it soon. I should have
+written to Mama King, but I had not time, but I intend to, the first
+opportunity. I have found the nubs and sent them to Portland. I received
+your letter by my Brother Boyd, and was very much surprised to hear that
+Octavia[6] was going to have the small-pox. Please to give my love to
+Harriet Emerson, and Mary Rice, and tell them that I intend to write to
+them very soon and shall expect some letters from them. Give my love to
+all my friends and tell them that I often think on them, and I hope they
+will not forget your affectionate daughter
+
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+ Medford, August 11, 1797.
+
+ Dear Parents:
+
+It is a long time since I received a letter from home, and I have
+neglected my duty in not writing to you oftener. I shall send you with
+this some of my Pieces, and you will see if you think I have improved
+any: the Epitaph on the Hon. Thomas Russell was the first one that I
+wrote. My brother Boyd never came to see me when he was up, only called
+and delivered me the letter. I have never heard any thing since from
+Boston, nor seen any of my acquaintance from there. I have not been to
+Boston since Election. I expected to have gone to Commencement, but I
+did not. I fear that the time allotted for my stay here will be too
+short for me to go so far as I wish, for I shall have to go much farther
+in Arithmetic than I had an idea of, then go over it again in a large
+book of my own writing; for my Instructor does not wish to give me a
+superficial knowledge only. He says if I am very diligent; he thinks
+that 9 months from the time I came will _do_, if I can’t stay longer; I
+should feel happy, and very grateful, if you thought proper to let me
+tarry that time. I have Cyphered now farther than Isabella did, for I
+have been thro’ Practice, the Rule of Three and Interest and two or
+three rules that I never did before.
+
+I would thank you to write me word if you are willing for me to stay so
+long. With wishing you health and all the happiness which you are
+capable of enjoying, permit me to subscribe myself
+
+Your affectionate and most dutiful Daughter
+
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Mr. & Mrs. Southgate.
+
+ Medford, Aug. 14, 1797.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+I am very sorry for your trouble, and sympathize with you in it. I now
+regret being from home, more than ever, for I think I might be of
+service to you now the children are sick. I hope they will be as much
+favored in their sickness _now_, as they were when they had the measles.
+I am very sorry that Jane has broken her arm, for it generally causes a
+long confinement, and I fear she has not got patience enough to bear it
+without a great deal of trouble. I suppose that Isabella will be very
+much worried about her babe. I would thank you to write me very often
+now—for I shall be very anxious about the children. I believe I have got
+some news to tell you, that is, I have found one of your acquaintance,
+and relation; it is a Mrs. _Sawyer_, before she was married she was
+Polly King, and she says that you kept at their house when you was in
+Boston. I believe I have nothing more to request, only for you to give
+my love to all the children, and _kiss_ each of them for _me_, and tell
+them to be as patient as they can. Give my respects to my Father and
+tell him I want to receive a letter from him very much.
+
+I am your affectionate and dutiful daughter
+
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+ Medford, August 25, 1797.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+I received your packet of things the 20th inst. and was very glad of
+them. If you will be so kind as to send me word whether Sarah’s[7]
+ear-rings were in the basket, I will be much obliged to you. I have
+forgotten whether I did or not—write me word if you like your bonnet and
+the children’s, I hope you do.
+
+Give my love to Sarah and all the children, and kiss Arixene,[8] and
+Robert for me. Never did I know the worth of good parents half so much
+as now I am from them; I never missed our closet so much, and above all
+things our cheese and Butter which we have but very little of, but I am
+very contented. I wish you would send me up my patterns all of them for
+I want them very much indeed, for I expect to work me a gown.
+
+ I am with due respect
+ Your dutiful daughter
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+ Medford, Sept. 30, 1797.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+You mentioned in yours, of the 16th inst. that it was a long time since
+you had received a letter from me; but it was owing to my studies which
+took up the greater part of my time; for I have been busy in my
+Arithmetic, but I finished it yesterday, and expect now to begin my
+large manuscript Arithmetic. You say that you shall regret so long an
+absence; not more certainly than I shall, but a strong desire to possess
+more useful knowledge than I at present do, I can dispense with the
+pleasure a little longer of beholding my friends and I hope I shall be
+better prepared to meet my good parents towards whom my heart overflows
+with gratitude. You mentioned in your letter about my Winter clothes of
+which I will make out a Memorandum. I shall want a coat and you may send
+it up for me to make, or you may make it your self, but I want it made
+loose with a belt. I wish you to send me enough of all my slips to make
+long sleeves that you can, and I wish you would pattern my dark slip to
+make long sleeves. I want a flannel waist, and a petticoat, for my white
+one dirts so quick that I had rather have a colored one. I have nothing
+more to write, only give my love to all who ask after me. I have just
+received a letter from Horatio, he is very well.
+
+ Your ever affectionate daughter
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+ Medford, Oct. 17, 1797.
+
+ Dear Brother:
+
+Yours of the 11th of Sept. was gratefully received by your affectionate
+Sister; and your excuse at first I thought not very good, but now I
+think it very good, for I have been plagued very much myself. William
+Boyd came from Portland about a fortnight since and by him I was
+informed that Sister Isabella’s child was very sick and he was in doubt
+whether it would ever get over it. I feel for Isabella much more than I
+can tell you who is but just entered the bonds of Matrimony should so
+soon have sickness, and perhaps Death, be one of the guests of her
+family. I was also informed that the children had all got over the
+hooping cough and that Octavia was much healthier than she was before
+she had the small-pox. By my last letter from home Papa informed me that
+I might tarry all Winter and I have concluded to. I suppose you would
+like to know how I spend my time here. I shall answer, very well; my
+going abroad is chiefly in Boston, for I don’t go out much in Medford.
+It was vacation about a week since and I spent it in Boston very
+agreeably.
+
+I keep at Mr. Boyd’s when I am there, and Mrs. Little’s. I go to Boston
+every public day as Mr. B. is so good as to send for me. I am very fond
+of that family and likewise Mrs. Little’s. You speak of my writing and
+you think that I have improved. I am glad of it. I hope I shall make as
+great progress in my other studies and be an “Accomplished Miss.”
+
+Horatio do write very soon; will you?
+
+ Adieu! your affectionate Sister
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Horatio Southgate.
+
+ Medford, Nov. 10, 1797.
+
+You mentioned in your letter, my dear mother, that Cousin Mary informed
+you that I expected to go to the Ball. I did think that I should go but
+I altered my mind; I had 2 or 3 invitations but I would not accept of
+any of them. My cloak likewise you mentioned something about, which I
+shall attend to when I go to Boston. I expect to go to Boston at
+Thanksgiving, for there is a vacation of a week. I had a letter from
+_Horatio_ yesterday, he was well. Isabella wrote me word that my Father
+had got the Rheumatism very bad, which I am sorry to hear. If the wishes
+or prayers of Eliza would heal the wound, it would not long remain
+unheal’d.
+
+My love to all the children, tell them I don’t dare to tell them how
+much I want to see them, nor even think. My love to all that ask after
+me. May all the happiness that is possible for you to enjoy be
+experienced is the sincere wish of
+
+ Your affectionate Daughter
+ ELIZA S.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+ Medford, Dec. 16, 1797.
+
+ My Dear Father:
+
+I received yours with pleasure and was happy to hear that you were
+better. I hope you will continue growing better until the complaint is
+entirely removed. I came from Boston yesterday after spending vacation
+there. I went to the theater the night before for the first time, and
+Mr. Turner came into the box where I was. I did not know him at first,
+neither did he me, but he soon found me out. With this I shall send some
+pieces. My respect is justly due to my good Mother, and my love to all
+who ask after me, the children in particular. I hope to improve to your
+satisfaction, which will amply reward me for all my pains.
+
+I must conclude with wishing you health and happiness.
+
+ Your ever affectionate daughter, E. S.
+
+ Medford, Jan’y 9th, 1798.
+
+ My Good Father:
+
+The contents of your letter surprised me at first; it may sometimes be
+of service to me, for while I have such a monitor, I never can act
+contrary to such advice. No, my Father, I hope by the help of Heaven
+never to cause shame or misery to attend the grey hairs of my Parents
+nor myself, but on the contrary to _glad_ your declining years with
+happiness and that you may never have cause to rue the day that gave me
+existence. My heart feels no attachment except to my family. I respect
+many of my friends but _love_ none but my Parents. Your letter shall be
+my guide from home, and when I again behold our own peaceful mansion
+then will I again be guided by my Parents’ happiness,—their happiness
+shall be my pursuit. My heart overflows with gratitude toward you and my
+good Mother. I am sensible of the innumerable obligations I am under to
+you. You mention in your letter about my pieces, which you say you
+imagine are purloined; I am very sorry if they are, for I set more by
+them than any of my pieces; one was the Mariner’s Compass, and the other
+was a Geometrical piece. I spent Thanksgiving at Mrs. Little’s and
+Christmas here. I have finished my large Manuscript Arithmetic and want
+to get it bound, and then I shall send it to you. I have done a small
+Geometry book and shall begin a large one to-morrow, such a one as you
+saw at Mr. Wyman’s if you remember. It is the beginning of a new year;
+allow me then to pay you the compliments of the season.—I pray that this
+year to you may prove a year of health, prosperity, and love. My quarter
+will be out the 8th day of next month, it will be in about four weeks. I
+wish you would write me soon how I am to come home—for I wish to know.
+
+I should be very glad if _you_ could make it convenient to come for me,
+for I wish _you_ to come. Give my love to Irene and tell her I believe
+she owes me a letter; if you please you may tell her that part of my
+letter which concerns school affairs.
+
+My love is due to all who will take the trouble to ask after me. Tell
+Mamma I have begun the turban and will send it as soon as I finish it.
+When I see her I will tell her why I did not do it before.
+
+Accept my sincere wishes that My Parents may enjoy all the happiness
+that ever mortals know.
+
+ Still I hope I am
+ Your _dutiful_ Daughter,
+ ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Robert Southgate, Esq.
+
+ Boston, Jan. 30, 1798.
+
+ My Honored Father:
+
+By Capt. Bradbury I was informed that you wished me to come home with
+him, which I should have complied with, had not I have seen my Uncle
+William[9] to-day, and he informed me that you had concluded to let me
+spend some time in Boston, which I was very glad to hear. I shall now
+wait until I hear certain, which I wish you to send me word by the next
+post.—I shall enclose in this a card of Mrs. Rawson’s terms which you
+may peruse; until then I remain with the same affection,
+
+ Your dutiful Daughter, ELIZA S.
+
+ Boston, February 13, 1798.
+
+ Hon. Father:
+
+I am again placed at school under the tuition of an amiable lady, so
+mild, so good, no one can help loving her; she treats all her scholars
+with such a tenderness as would win the affection of the most savage
+brute, tho’ scarcely able to receive an impression of the kind. I learn
+Embroidery and Geography at present and wish your permission to learn
+Musick. You may justly say, my best of Fathers, that every letter of
+mine is one which is asking for something more; never contented—I only
+ask, if you refuse me, I know you do what you think best, and I am sure
+I ought not to complain, for you have never yet refused me anything that
+I have asked, my best of Parents, how shall I repay you? You answer, by
+your good behaviour. Heaven grant that it may be such as may repay you.
+A year will have rolled over my head before I shall see my Parents. I
+have ventured from them at an early age to be so long a time absent, but
+I hope I have learnt a good lesson by it—a lesson of experience, which
+is the best lesson I could learn.
+
+I have described one of the blessings of creation in Mrs. Rawson, and
+now I will describe Mrs. Wyman as the reverse: she is the worst woman I
+ever knew of all that I ever saw; nobody knows what I suffered from the
+treatment of that woman—I had the misfortune to be a favorite with Miss
+Haskell and Mr. Wyman, she said, and she treated me as her own malicious
+heart dictated; but whatever is, is right, and I learnt a good lesson by
+it. I wish you, my Father, to write an answer soon and let me know if I
+may learn music.—Give my best respects to my good Mother, tho’ what I
+say to my Father applies to my Mother as much as to my Father. May it
+please the disposer of all events to return me safe home to the bosom of
+my friends in health safely. I never was happier in my life I think, and
+my heart overflows toward my heavenly Father for it; and may it please
+him to continue it and afford it to my Parents, is the sincere wish of
+
+ Your ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+ Robert Southgate, Esqr.
+
+ Boston, May 12th, 1798.
+
+ My dear Parents:
+
+Now at the end of the week, when my hopes are almost exhausted of seeing
+my brother, I attempt to address you,—a task which was once delightful
+but now painful since my Mother’s last letter. I see my errors, and if I
+can hope they will no longer be remembered by my Parents, I shall again
+be happy.
+
+My Mother’s letter greatly surprised me after having received so
+different a one from my Father. Indeed, my Parents, did you think I
+would any longer cherish a passion _you_ disapproved? After expressing
+your disapprobation it was enough, your _wishes are_ and ever shall be
+my commands. I have spent a week of painful expectation; no letter, no
+brother, no father have come, and I am now in anxious expectation to
+receive a letter to-night, but I dare not hope it to be so. Do, my
+Father, as soon as you receive this send for me as soon as possible, for
+my quarter at Mrs. Rawson’s was out last Saturday, and as circumstances
+are, I thought it proper not to go to Mr. Boyd’s. I beg of you to send
+for me home directly, for I only board at Mrs. Rawson’s now, for I am in
+expectation of seeing or hearing every day and therefore I have not
+begun any more work. My time is spending without gain. I am at Mrs.
+Frazier’s and have been here ever since Thursday. I shall go back to
+Mrs. Rawson’s to-night and there wait for further orders. Time hangs
+more heavy than ever it did before. I am with the most sincere Respect
+and affection
+
+ Your daughter ELIZA.
+
+ R. & M. Southgate.
+
+ Scarborough, Dec. 16th.
+
+I am sorry to have given Aunt Porter such an opportunity of charging me
+with neglect in executing her commission, but I can easily convince her
+I did not deserve censure; for until last Friday I never received yours
+of Nov. 22nd, and I shall execute that part of Aunt’s request which I
+can in Scarborough—the gown patterns I shall enclose. The one with a fan
+back is meant to just meet before and pin the Robings, no string belt or
+any thing. The other pattern is a plain waist with strips of the same
+sticked on, and for white, laced between with bobbin or cord. I have a
+muslin done so with black silk cord, which looks very handsome—and I
+have altered my brown silk into one like the other pattern. I was over
+at Saco yesterday and saw one Mary [King] had made in Boston. It was a
+separate waist, or rather the breadths did not go quite up. The waist
+was plain with one stripe of cording let in behind and the rest of the
+waist perfectly plain—the skirt part was plaited in box plaits 3 of a
+side—which reached to the shoulder strap and only enough left to meet
+strait before, as is one of the patterns I have sent. You ask so many
+questions that I hardly know how to answer them. Isabella is almost
+recovered—her family well. The baby I believe will be named Charles
+Orlando. The assemblies begin next Thursday—as also do Saco assemblies,
+and on Friday I go to the Saco assembly—probably I shall go to next
+Portland assembly. You ask how Mr. Little and Laura do? A strange
+question. Laura is well or was last Thursday, and Mr. Little is soon to
+be married to Miss Bowman of Exeter.
+
+Papa has been confined to the house a week yesterday by a wound on his
+leg which he made with an axe, he wounded the tendon which leads from
+his great toe up, he cut it a little above the ankle—it has been very
+painful. Give my love to Aunt, tell her I shall not be able to come down
+this winter, for my next visit will be to Boston. Write me the next
+opportunity respecting the sables, and the time and how Uncle goes to
+Boston that I may be in readiness.
+
+Family all well.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ To Octavia.
+
+ Boston, Feb. 7th, 1800.
+
+After the toil, the bustle and fatigue of the week I turn towards home
+to relate the manner in which I have spent my time. I have been
+continually engaged in parties, plays, balls, &c. &c. Since the first
+week I came to town, I have attended all the balls and assemblies, one
+one week and one the next. They have regular balls once a fortnight, so
+that I have been to one or the other every Thursday. They are very
+brilliant, and I have formed a number of pleasing acquaintances there;
+last night, which was ball night, I drew No. 5, & 2nd sett drew a Mr.
+Snow, bad partner; danced voluntarily with Mr. Oliver, Mr. Andrews, Mr.
+McPherson; danced until 1 o’clock; they have charming suppers, table
+laid entirely with china. I had charming partners always. To-day I
+intended going to Mrs. Codman’s, engaged to a week ago, but wrote a
+billett I was indisposed, but the truth of the matter was that I wanted
+to go to the play to see Bunker hill, and Uncle (William King) wished I
+should—therefore I shall go. I have engagements for the greater part of
+next week. To-morrow we all go to hear Fisher Ames’ Eulogy. And in the
+morning going to look at some instruments; however we got one picked out
+that I imagine we shall take, 150 dollars—a charming toned one and not
+made in this country. I am still at Mrs. Frazier’s, she treats me with
+the greatest attention. Nancy is indeed a charming girl,—I have the
+promise of her company the ensuing summer. I have bought me a very
+handsome skirt, white satin. Richard Cutts went shopping with me
+yesterday morn, engaged to go to the play next week with him. For
+mourning for Washington the ladies dress as much as if for a relation,
+some entirely in black, but now many wear only a ribbon with a line
+painted on it. I have not yet been out to see Mrs. Rawson and Miss
+Haskell, but intend to next week. Uncle William [King] has been very
+attentive to me—carried me to the play 3 or 4 times and to all the balls
+and assemblies excepting the last which I went with Mr. Andrews. Give my
+best respects to Pappa and Mamma, and tell them I shall soon be tired of
+this dissipated life and almost want to go home already. I have a line
+to write to Mary Porter and must conclude.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ To Octavia.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ Mrs. JOHN DERBY. (Eleanor Coffin.)
+
+ From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of Miss Rogers of Boston.
+
+ ARTOTYPE, E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.
+]
+
+Now Mamma, what do you think I am going to ask for?—a wig. Eleanor[10]
+has got a new one just like my hair and only 5 dollars, Mrs. Mayo one
+just like it. I must either cut my hair or have one, I cannot dress it
+at all _stylish_. Mrs. Coffin bought Eleanor’s and says that she will
+write to Mrs. Sumner to get me one just like it; how much time it will
+save—in one year we could save it in pins and paper, besides the
+_trouble_. At the assembly I was quite ashamed of my head, for nobody
+has long hair. If you will consent to my having one do send me over a 5
+dollar bill by the post immediately after you receive this, for I am in
+hopes to have it for the next Assembly—do send me word immediately if
+you can let me have one. Tell Octavia she must write soon, and that
+there are many inquiries after her.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+To Octavia Southgate—Mrs. Frazier’s.
+
+ 12th of June, 1800.
+ Hanover Street, Boston.
+
+In the Hospital! Bless your heart, I am not there! Who told you I was?
+Mr. Davis I know, if you see him tell him I shall scold him for it.
+Martha has heard the same; true I had some idea of going in, but gave it
+up as soon as I heard Dr. Coffin did not attend. Horatio did likewise.
+Your last to Mamma is dated from Mrs. Frazier’s; how, Octavia, shall we
+discharge the debt of gratitude which we owe her? it had exceeded my
+hopes of payment before you went, surely it is now doubled. You mention
+nothing of any letters from me; I have written several and in one told
+you particularly that Mamma wished you by all means to take lessons in
+music; you don’t tell us what you have done since you have been in
+Medford. Martha writes me that you are to spend part of vacation at Mrs.
+Sumner’s. What has become of Ann and Harriett? I am out of patience
+waiting for them, why don’t they write, it is an age since I have had
+one line. Col. Boyd I hope will bring some letters from all of you. I
+have heard that Eleanor Coffin received attentions from Sam Davis when
+in Boston, did you hear of it? Martha writes me too that Mr. Andrews is
+paying attention to a young lady in Boston, but does not mention her
+name, _Miss Packman_ I guess; he was said to be her swain last winter.
+Mary Porter went home last week, I went with her, she has now gone to
+Topsham to tarry until uncle returns. I anxiously expect a letter from
+Ann or Harriett to know the reason that they don’t hasten their visit. I
+am learning my 12th tune, Octavia, I almost worship my Instrument,—it
+reciprocates my sorrows and joys, and is my bosom companion. How I long
+to have you return! I have hardly attempted to sing since you went away.
+I am sure I shall not dare to when you return. I must enjoy my triumph
+while you are absent; my musical talents will be dim when compared with
+the lustre of yours. Pooh, Eliza, you are not envious? no! I will excel
+in something else if not in music. Oh nonsense, this spirit of emulation
+in families is destructive of concord and harmony, at least I will
+endeavor to excel you in _sisterly affection_. If you outshine me in
+accomplishments, will it not be all in the family? Certainly. How I wish
+I had a _balloon_, I would see you and all my friends in Boston in a
+trice. I have not got one. Do tell me is Ann the same dear good friend
+and as much my _sister romp_ as ever? Tell her I am so affronted with
+her that I won’t speak to her. Sister Boyd is over, won’t go home this
+week; about your work, I will go down stairs and ask Mamma,—a _mourning
+piece_ with a figure in it, and two other pictures, _mates_—figures of
+females I think handsomer than Landscapes. Mrs. Rawson knows what is
+best,—thus says Mamma—she don’t wish any screens. Mr. Little, the bearer
+of this, another beau I send you, and here is poor _I_ not a bit of a
+one, _Doc. Bacon_ excepted, and even _him_, _Cousin Mary_, selfish
+creature, has lugged off his _heart_ and left the remainder here, so we
+might as well have a stump—poor soul, his face looks like a _Piana_,[11]
+one continued blush—I suppose for fear of hearing her name mentioned,
+and she, unreasonable creature! thinks he is not all perfection.
+Unaccountable taste! he is very _delightsome_ surely,—how long shall I
+rant at this rate. I long to go to Portland and then I shall see some
+being that looks like a beau—or a monkey, or anything you please;—To
+supply the loss I often look out the window, till my imagination forms
+one out of a tree or anything that I see, we can imagine anything you
+know. Bless my soul, Mr. L. is waiting!
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+Give my love, respects, everything, to all.
+
+ July 3rd, 1800.
+
+I believe, my Dear Mother, that you meant to give me a very close lesson
+in Economy—when you cut out the shirts for me to make. You had measured
+off the bodies of two and cut them part way in—and also the sleeves were
+marked,—after I had cut them off there was a quarter of a yard left. I
+now wanted the collars and all the trimmings. I made out after a great
+deal of planning to get out the shoulder pieces,—wrist-bands, 1 pair of
+neck gussets and one of sleeve do., are still wanting. I shall send this
+on by Mrs. Smith, and if you can find out when she returns I wish you
+would send some linen and some more shirts to make as I shall soon
+finish these, and can as well finish making up the piece here as at
+home. I was very sorry I did not wear my _habit_ down as I shall want it
+when I go to Wiscassett. If you can possibly find an opportunity, I wish
+you would send it to me. Aunt Porter’s child is one of the most
+troublesome ones I ever saw, he cries continually, and she is at present
+destitute of any help except a little girl about 12 years old. I wish,
+my Dear Mother, that you would forward all letters that come to
+Scarborough for me immediately. I hope you will enjoy yourself in
+Portland this week. I was almost tempted to wish to stay a week
+there,—there were so many parties, and so gay every body appeared—that I
+longed to stay and take part. I forgot all about it before I got to
+Topsham,—much as I enjoy society I never am unhappy when without it,—I
+cannot but feel happy that I was brought up in retirement,—since from
+habit at least, I have contracted a love for solitude, I never feel
+alone when I have my pen or my book. I feel that I ought to be very
+happy in the company of such a woman as Aunt Porter, for I really don’t
+know any one whose mind is more improved, and which makes her both a
+useful and instructing companion. Her sentiments and opinions are more
+like those I have formed than any person I know of. I think my
+disposition like hers, and I feel myself drawn towards her by an
+irresistible impulse, not an hour but she reminds me of you and I
+sincerely think her more like you than your own sister. I shall write
+you when I go farther East. I don’t know what I shall do about writing
+Octavia, as Mrs. Rawson told her I wrote on an improper subject when I
+asked her in my letter if Mr. Davis was paying attention to Eleanor
+Coffin, and she would not let her answer the question. This is
+_refining_ too much, and if I can’t write as I feel, I can’t write at
+all. Now I ask you, Mamma, if it is not quite a natural question when we
+hear that any of our friends are paid attention to by any gentleman, to
+ask a confirmation of the report from those we think most likely to know
+the particulars. Never did I write a line to Octavia but I should have
+been perfectly willing for you or my Father to have seen. You have
+always treated me more like a companion than a daughter, and therefore
+would make allowance for the volatile expressions I often make use of. I
+never felt the least restraint in company with my Parents which would
+induce me to stifle my gaiety, and you have kindly permitted me to rant
+over all my nonsense uncorrected, and I positively believe it has never
+injured. I must bid you good-night.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+Pray don’t forget to send some more shirts.
+
+ July 17, 1800.
+
+I must again trouble my Dear Mother by requesting her to send on my
+spotted muslin. A week from next Saturday I set out for Wiscassett, in
+company with Uncle William and Aunt Porter. Uncle will fetch Ann[12] to
+meet us there, and as she has some acquaintance there we shall stay some
+time and aunt will leave us and return to Topsham; so long a visit in
+Wiscassett will oblige me to muster all my muslins, for I am informed
+they are so monstrous smart as to take no notice of any lady that can
+condescend to wear a calico gown, therefore, dear mother, to ensure me a
+favorable reception, pray send my spotted muslin by the next mail after
+you receive this, or I shall be on my way to Wiscassett. I shall go on
+horseback,—how I want my habit,—I wish it had not been so warm when I
+left home and I should have worn it. I am in hopes you will find an
+opportunity to send it by a private conveyance before I go, but my
+muslin you must certainly send by the mail. Aunt Porter’s little Rufus
+is very sick, poor child, he was born under an evil star. I believe
+Pandora opened her box upon him when he first came into existence. The
+mumps, I believe, now afflict him; night before last we were alarmed
+about him for fear of his having the Quinsy, but I believe he is in no
+danger of that now. I wish to hear from home very much.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+I shall anxiously await the arrival of the next mail after you receive
+this.
+
+ Scarborough, Sept. 14, 1800.
+
+I suppose I ought to commence my letter with an humble apology, begging
+forgiveness for past offences and promising to do better in future, but
+no, I will only tell you that I have been so much engaged since I got
+home from Topsham that I could not write you. Martha tells us you were
+in Boston last Sunday. Mamma thinks, Octavia, you are there too much, we
+do not know how often, but we hear of you there very often indeed. I
+think, my dear sister, you ought to improve every moment of your time,
+which is short, very short to complete your education. In November
+terminates the period of your instruction. The last you will receive
+perhaps ever, only what you may gain by observation. You will never
+cease to learn I hope, the world is a volume of instruction, which will
+afford you continual employment,—peruse it with attention and candor and
+you will never think the time thus employed misspent. I think, Octavia,
+I would not leave my school again until you finally leave it. You
+may—you will think this is harsh; you will not always think so; remember
+those that wish it must know better what is proper than you possibly
+can. Horatio will come on for you as soon as your quarter is out. We
+anticipate the time with pleasure; employ your time in such a manner as
+to make your improvements conspicuous. A boarding-school, I know, my
+dear Sister, is not like home, but reflect a moment, is it not
+necessary, _absolutely necessary_ to be more strict in the government of
+20 or 30 young ladies, nearly of an age and different dispositions, than
+a private family? Your good sense will easily tell you it is. No task
+can be greater than the care of so many girls, it is impossible not to
+be _partial_, but we may conceal our partiality. I should have a poor
+opinion of any person that did not feel a love for merit, superior to
+what they can for the world in general. I should never approve of such
+general love. I say this not because I think you are discontented, far
+from it—your letters tell us quite the reverse and I believe it. Surely,
+Octavia, you must allow that no woman was ever better calculated to
+govern a school than Mrs. Rawson. She governs by the love with which she
+always inspires her scholars. You have been indulged, Octavia, so we
+have all. I was discontented when I first went from home. I dare say you
+have had some disagreeable sensations, yet your reason will convince
+you, you ought not to have had. You had no idea when you left home of
+any difference in your manner of living. I knew you would easily be
+reconciled to it and therefore said but little to you about it.
+Yesterday Miss Haskell’s letter, which I so much wished for and so
+highly prize, was sent me; tell her to trust no more letters to the
+politeness of Mr. Jewett,[13] for he will forget to deliver them; he has
+been studying in the same office with Horatio ever since he returned and
+never told him he had a letter for me till I told Horatio to ask him. I
+did get it at last and will answer it as soon as I have an opportunity,
+which I expect soon, my letters are of too little consequence to send by
+Post. Tell Miss Haskell how highly I am obliged to her for every letter,
+and how much it gratifies me to have her write thus. My love and esteem
+ever awaits our good Mrs. Rawson, and hope she does not intend my last
+letter shall go unanswered. Susan Wyman is still remembered as the
+companion of my amusements in Medford. Irene joins me in love to her.
+Betsey Bloom my love to her likewise.—Family are all well, Octavia,
+Sister Boyd is here, been with us several days. Let us hear from you
+when you have an opportunity. I should like to know how many tunes you
+play, but you have never answered any of my enquiries of this kind,
+therefore I suppose I ought not to make them. Your
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ Octavia.
+
+ Scarborough, Sept. 14, 1800.
+
+Tired, stupid, and sleepy, I feel that I can write nothing instructive
+or amusing. Oh these _summer balls_ are not the thing, but it was much
+more comfortable than I expected. My ears were continually assailed with
+lamentations that you were not present. Mr. Kinsman would certainly have
+gone out for you (so he said) had he ever been at our house. He really
+asked one or two gentlemen to go. He is a frothy fellow. He rattles
+without a spark of fancy and stuns you with his volubility, as anything
+hollow or empty always makes the most noise. I told him I received a
+letter from you yesterday. He gave a pious ejaculation to heaven, turned
+gracefully on his heel and entreated in the most humble manner that I
+would grant him a sight of one line! I refused as I thought him too
+insignificant an animal to be so much honored. Col. Boyd arrived last
+night, I found him in the parlor when I went down to breakfast, he
+enquired for you. Mr. Derby and Mr. Coffin will leave town to-day or
+to-morrow for Boston, they undoubtedly will call and see you. ’Twill be
+a good opportunity to send me the money if Mamma pleases. Harriet will
+sail to-morrow or next day, she sends an abundance of love.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ Octavia.
+
+ Bath, October, Sunday.
+
+After a fortnight very pleasantly spent in Wiscassett I return to Bath.
+In my last I mentioned that Judge Lowell’s family were expected in
+Wiscassett; they came immediately after, and Eliza, the youngest,
+brought letters from Ellen Coffin, thus I very readily got acquainted
+with them. Judge Lowell appears to be one of the mildest, most amiable
+men I ever saw. Mrs. Lowell is a fine ladylike woman, yet her manners
+are such as would have been admired 50 years ago, there is too much
+appearance of whalebone and buckram to please the depraved taste of the
+present age. Nanny L., the oldest daughter, is animated, sensible,
+enthusiastic, and very easy and pleasing in her conversation and
+manners, you would be delighted with her conversation—’tis elegant and
+refined, she has no airs. Eliza is a little, charming, sweet creature,
+she is about 17 or 18, short, fat, and a blooming complexion, handsome
+blue eyes, light hair, beautiful dimples, artless and unaffected in her
+manners,—indeed I was delighted with her, she is so perfectly amiable in
+her appearance. I was much pleased at an acquaintance with them. At
+Wiscassett I was invited to accompany them to Bath, as they were going
+in a boat. I accepted with pleasure. In the morning, which was Monday,
+they called for me and I went with them as far as Tincham’s where they
+kept; at last, after a long debate, it was thought too hazardous to go
+by water while the wind blew so violently, ’twas determined to go by
+land. Mr. Lee took the two Miss Lowells and myself in his carriage,
+which holds 4 very charmingly. Judge Lowell and wife in a chaise with a
+boy to carry it back. Judge Bourne in a chair with a boy, and Mr.
+Merrill on horseback. About 5 miles on our way Mr. Lee took Mr.
+Merrill’s horse and he sat in with us, and he sang us a number of songs;
+we had a charming time. At the ferry Mr. Lee, Mr. Merrill, and the boys
+with the chaise left us; we then all got into a boat and landed at
+Uncle’s wharf; ’tis about 3 miles, a most charming sail, indeed we had a
+very pleasant time. They went directly to Page’s, and in the evening I
+went up to see them; left them at 8 and with real regret. I had passed
+several pleasant hours in their society. They set out in the morning for
+Portland. Only think of Eleanor going to be married; ’tis no more than I
+expected and believed at the moment I heard it. Poor Mrs. Sumner, what
+an afflicting loss she has met with, my heart bleeds while I think how
+_very fond_ she was of the little creature, she was a lovely child. How
+do all do at home? I long to get home, I never wanted to see home more
+in my life, yet I am very happy here. I wish Mamma would send me two of
+my cotton shifts and my habit or great-coat to ride home in; send them
+by Uncle. Pray get the instrument tuned. If you see Moses[14] soon tell
+him I think it impossible to find words to express my obligation to him
+for his many and long letters, yet I shall endeavour to convince him I
+have a due sense of them. I shall make all the return in my power. I was
+going up to Topsham this week. I wish to very much, but Mamma King and
+Uncle both going, Nanny would be quite alone, I must stay to comfort
+her. As to Aunt Porter I believe she will think I am never coming to
+Topsham. I begin to think so myself, but what am I to do? However I
+must. I shall go as soon as Uncle returns and stay till I return home. I
+want to see Aunt Porter very much. Write me soon and tell me what news
+you hear. Love to all. Is Pappa gone to Salem?
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ To Octavia Southgate.
+
+
+ To Moses Porter.
+
+My most charming Cousin! Most kind and condescending friend—teach me how
+I may express the grateful sense I have of the obligations I owe you;
+your many and long letters have chased away the spleen, they have
+rendered me cheerful and happy, and I almost forgot I was so far from
+home.—O shame on you! Moses, you know I hate this formality among
+friends, you know how gladly I would throw all these fashionable forms
+from our correspondence; but you still oppose me, you adhere to them
+with as much scrupulosity as to the ten commandments, and for aught I
+know you believe them equally essential to the salvation of your soul.
+But, Eliza, you have not answered my last letter! True, and if I had not
+have answered it, would you never have written me again—and I confess
+that I believe you would not—yet I am mortified and displeased that you
+value my letters so little, that the exertions to continue the
+correspondence must all come from me, that if I relax my zeal in the
+smallest degree it may drop to the ground without your helping hand to
+raise it. I do think you are a charming fellow,—would not write because
+I am in debt, well, be it so, my ceremonious friend,—I submit, and
+though I transgress by sending a half sheet more than you ever did, yet
+I assure you ’twas to convince you of the violence of my anger which
+could _induce_ me to forget the rules of politeness. I am at Wiscassett.
+I have seen Rebecca every day, she is handsome as ever, and we both of
+us were in constant expectation of seeing you for 2 or 3 days, you did
+not come and we were disappointed.
+
+I leave here for Bath next week. I have had a ranting time, and if I did
+not feel so offended, I would tell you more about it.
+
+As I look around me I am surprised at the happiness which is so
+generally enjoyed in families, and that marriages which have not love
+for a foundation on more than one side at most, should produce so much
+apparent harmony. I may be censured for declaring it as my opinion that
+not one woman in a hundred marries for love. A woman of taste and
+sentiment will surely see but a very few whom she could love, and it is
+altogether uncertain whether either of them will particularly
+distinguish her. If they should, surely she is very fortunate, but it
+would be one of fortune’s random favors and such as we have no right to
+expect. The female mind I believe is of a very pliable texture; if it
+were not we should be wretched indeed. Admitting as a known truth that
+few women marry those whom they would prefer to all the world if they
+could be viewed by them with equal affection, or rather that there are
+often others whom they could have preferred if they had felt that
+affection for them which would have induced them to offer
+themselves,—admitting this as a truth not to be disputed,—is it not a
+subject of astonishment that happiness is not almost banished from this
+connexion? Gratitude is undoubtedly the foundation of the esteem we
+commonly feel for a husband. One that has preferred us to all the world,
+one that has thought us possessed of every quality to render him happy,
+surely merits our gratitude. If his character is good—if he is not
+displeasing in his person or manners—what objection can we make that
+will not be thought frivolous by the greater part of the world?—yet I
+think there are many other things necessary for happiness, and the world
+should never compel me to marry a man because I could not give
+satisfactory reasons for not liking him. I do not esteem marriage
+absolutely essential to happiness, and that it does not always bring
+happiness we must every day witness in our acquaintance. A single life
+is considered too generally as a reproach; but let me ask you, which is
+the most despicable—she who marries a man she scarcely thinks _well_
+of—to avoid the reputation of an old maid—or she, who with more
+delicacy, than marry one she could not highly esteem, preferred to live
+single all her life, and had wisdom enough to despise so mean a
+sacrifice, to the opinion of the rabble, as the woman who marries a man
+she has not much love for—must make. I wish not to alter the laws of
+nature—neither will I quarrel with the rules which custom has
+established and rendered indispensably necessary to the harmony of
+society. But every being who has contemplated human nature on a large
+scale will certainly justify me when I declare that the inequality of
+privilege between the sexes is very sensibly felt by us females, and in
+no instance is it greater than in the liberty of choosing a partner in
+marriage; true, we have the liberty of refusing those we don’t like, but
+not of selecting those we do. This is undoubtedly as it should be. But
+let me ask you, what must be that love which is altogether voluntary,
+which we can withhold or give, which sleeps in dulness and apathy till
+it is requested to brighten into life? Is it not a cold, lifeless
+dictate of the head,—do we not weigh all the conveniences and
+inconveniences which will attend it? And after a long calculation, in
+which the heart never was consulted, we determine whether it is most
+prudent to love or not.
+
+How I should despise a soul so sordid, so mean! How I abhor the heart
+which is regulated by mechanical rules, which can say “thus far will I
+go and no farther,” whose feelings can keep pace with their convenience,
+and be awakened at stated periods,—a mere piece of clockwork which
+always moves right! How far less valuable than that being who has a soul
+to govern her actions, and though she may not always be coldly prudent,
+yet she will sometimes be generous and noble, and that the other never
+can be. After all, I must own that a woman of delicacy never will suffer
+her esteem to ripen into love unless she is convinced of a return.
+Though our first approaches to love may be involuntary, yet I should be
+sorry if we had no power of controlling them if occasion required. There
+is a happy conformity or pliability in the female mind which seems to
+have been a gift of nature to enable them to be happy with so few
+privileges,—and another thing, they have more gratitude in their
+dispositions than men, and there is a something particularly gratifying
+to the heart in being beloved, if the object is worthy; it produces a
+something like, and “Pity melts the heart to love.” Added to these there
+is a self-love which does more than all the rest. Our vanity (’tis an
+ugly word but I can’t find a better) is gratified by the distinguished
+preference given us. There must be an essential difference in the
+dispositions of men and women. I am astonished when I think of
+it—yet—But I have written myself into sunshine—’tis always my way when
+anything oppresses me, when any chain of thoughts particularly occupies
+my mind, and I feel dissatisfied at anything which I have not the power
+to alter,—to sit down and unburthen them on paper; it never fails to
+alleviate me, and I generally give full scope to the feelings of the
+moment, and as I write all disagreeable thoughts evaporate, and I end
+contented that things shall remain as they are. When I began this it
+absolutely appeared to me that no woman, or rather not one in a hundred,
+married the man she should prefer to all the world—not that I ever could
+suppose that at the time she married him she did not prefer him to all
+others,—but that she would have preferred another if he had professed to
+love her as well as the one she married. Indeed, I believe no woman of
+delicacy suffers herself to think she could love any one before she had
+discovered an affection for her. For my part I should never ask the
+question of myself—do I love such a one, if I had reason to think he
+loved me—and I believe there are many who love that never confessed it
+to themselves. My Pride, my delicacy, would all be hurt if I discovered
+such _unasked_ for love, even in my own bosom. I would strain every
+nerve and rouse every faculty to quell the first appearance of it. There
+is no danger, however. I could never love without being beloved, and I
+am confident in my own mind that no person whom I could love would ever
+think me sufficiently worthy to love me. But I congratulate myself that
+I am at liberty to refuse those I don’t like, and that I have firmness
+enough to brave the sneers of the world and live an old maid, if I never
+find one I can love.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ RUFUS KING
+
+ From a painting by Woods
+]
+
+ Scarborough, Tuesday Night.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+We have got Miranda[15] all fix’t, only her clothes to be washed, or
+rather ironed. You have undoubtedly got all things ready for her, or you
+would not send for her immediately. I suppose we shall send her over in
+the stage, as the riding is as yet too bad to go in a chaise; she wants
+some pocket handkerchiefs and a pair of cotton gloves to wear to school;
+she had 3 pairs of white mitts and I have given her another pair. I
+think she must have another dimity skirt; her jaconet muslin we could
+not fix, for it wants a new waist and sleeves and a hem put on the
+bottom, and we could get no muslin to pattern it; you can buy a piece
+and it can be sent over any time, she won’t need it immediately. Charles
+says you told him I must send over to you for anything I needed. I want
+nothing so much as some new linen and some English stockings; excepting
+the two fine pairs I have none but homespun ones. I should like a half
+dozen pair, 4 at least. If you see anything that would be light and
+handsome for our summer gowns, I should like you would get them. Why
+can’t you go and see McLellan’s lace shades? Perhaps he may let you have
+one reasonably. I think there are some for 10, 6 and 12 shillings a
+yard, at 18 they would not come to more than 9 or 10 dollars; you can
+look at them at least. I should like one very much. Sally Weeks has
+taken one of them. We do very well here, all goes on charmingly, only
+Arixene loses her thimble, her needle and anything to avoid working.
+Sally Leland has been here ever since Miranda returned, and you know
+when they are together there must be romping,—however, Frederic has gone
+to carry her home to-day. Miranda must have my little trunk. Octavia and
+I both want little trunks, my old one is a good size. How is Sister?
+give my love to her, kiss the children; I really miss them, and our own
+don’t seem more natural than they did. The little _Isabella_[16] (so
+they say it is) is Aunt Eliza’s darling. I love that little thing
+dearly. I never loved an infant more in my life, Isabella says it is
+because it has blue eyes; she _will_ make me selfish. I had a letter
+from Martha yesterday, the third since you have been in Portland; she
+mentions Uncle Rufus[17] and family in all of them. In her last but one
+she says Aunt King[18] was confined; she had dined there the Sunday
+before, and they requested her in a billet to bring yours and my
+Father’s profiles,[19] which I gave her some time before she went away.
+She carried them, and Uncle thought them good likenesses. She admires
+Uncle Rufus; she says when he first called on her he stayed two hours,
+but she could have talked with him _two_ days. In her last she says she
+was to have been introduced at court, but Aunt King’s confinement
+prevented; as soon as she gets out she is to be introduced. She says she
+shall write by the Minerva and send the fashions to me. Mr. Smith the
+Russian was here last week, bro’t me some letters. I am now writing to
+Martha, to send by William Weeks; ’twill be a fine opportunity, and I
+shall write as much as I can; he will probably see her. Mrs. Coffin will
+be delighted with such an opportunity. Don’t hurry home until you have
+staid as long as you wish, for I don’t know anything at present that
+requires your presence. I think I make a very good manager, and tell
+Sister Boyd I am astonished to find how I have improved in my housewife
+talents this last winter. The children won’t allow me absolute rule
+among them, but I have the worst of it; they do pretty well, considering
+what a young gay mistress they have. I sometimes get up to dance and all
+of them flock up to help me, and when I am tired I find it difficult to
+still them, so as I set the example I am obliged to put up with it. I
+have not been out of the yard since I came home till this afternoon. I
+rode a mile or two on horseback just to smell the fresh air. I never was
+more contented in my life; tho’ I have not seen anybody but Mr. Smith
+these 3 weeks almost, I have not had an hour hang heavily on me; ’tis
+charming to get home after being gone so long! I believe you will think
+I am never going to leave off.
+
+ Your affectionate ELIZA.
+
+ To Mrs. Mary King Southgate, Portland.
+
+
+ Portland, March 18, 1801.
+
+Thank you for being so particular in your description of your eastern
+tour. I told you that Wiscassett would delight you; ease and sociability
+you know always please you. By the bye, Jewett thought _Saco_ was the
+land of milk and honey, such fine buxom girls! so easy and familiar.
+Dorcas Stour charmed him much, her haughty forbidding manners
+corresponded with the dignity of her sentiments, so he says, something
+congenial in their dispositions I think. But he has made his
+selection—Miss Weeks is handsome, censorious, animated, violent in her
+prejudices, genteel, impatient of contradiction, speaks her sentiments
+very freely, has many admirers and many enemies,—on the whole a pleasant
+companion amongst friends.—How think they will do together? Jewett you
+know.
+
+Last evening I was out at Broads;[20] we had only 7 in our party—a very
+pleasant one. Jewett, Horatio, William Weeks, and Charles Little were
+our beaux. Miss Weeks, Miss Boardman (from Exeter), and myself, the
+ladies. Mr. Little is engaged to Miss Boardman; he is an open, honest,
+unaffected, plain, _clever_ fellow. She has a pleasant face, an open
+guileless heart, plain unaffected manners, a clumsy shape, easy in
+company—but it is rather the ease which a calm, even temper produces,
+than that which is acquired in polite circles. I think they are as much
+alike as possible and ’twill be a pleasant couple. We played cards,
+talked and wrote crambo; after we had scribbled the backs of two packs
+of cards, cut half of them up, and eat our supper, we set out for home,
+about one o’clock. You say in your last that if reports are true, I am
+on the highway to matrimony,—you know what I always said with regard to
+these things; if they are true, well and good—if they are not, let them
+take their course, they will be shortlived. I despise the conduct of
+those girls who think that every man who pays them any attention is
+seriously in love with them, and begin to bridle up, look conscious,
+fearful lest every word the poor fellow utters should be a declaration
+of love. I have no idea that every gentleman that has a particular
+partiality for a lady thinks seriously of being connected with her, and
+I think any lady puts herself in a most awkward situation to appear in
+constant fear or expectation that the gentleman is going to make love to
+her. I despise coquetry,—every lady says the same, you will say,—but if
+I know myself at all—my heart readily assents to its truth—I think no
+lady has a right to encourage hopes that she means never to gratify, but
+I think she is much to blame if she considers these little attentions as
+a proof of love; they often mean nothing, and should be treated as such.
+The gentleman in question I own pays me more attention than any other
+gentleman, yet I say sincerely, I don’t think he means any thing more
+than to please his fancy for the present. I pride myself upon my
+sincerity, and if I ever am engaged, I trust it will be to one whom I
+shall not be ashamed to acknowledge. Our intimacy has been of long
+standing. He and Enoch Jones were Martha’s most intimate acquaintance,
+they were there almost every evening. Here comes Enoch and William
+[Weeks], we used to say as soon as we heard the knocker in the evening.
+I was always at the Doctor’s a great part of the time I spent in
+Portland, I could not but be intimate with them. I liked them both, they
+were pleasant companions, and I was always glad to see them come
+in;—since that time, Enoch has been gone most of the time, and William
+has been left alone;—true, he has this winter been more attentive to me
+than usual; he lent me books, drawings, and music; he used often to be
+my gallant home from parties if I walked, and if I rode help me to the
+sleigh, yet every gentleman does the same,—all have a favorite, some for
+a month, some a little longer. It seems like making you a confidant to
+talk thus, but I say many things which would appear ridiculous if
+communicated to a third person, and I know you would have too much
+delicacy to communicate any thing which might hurt my feelings. I have
+heard all these stories before, yet I must act and judge for myself. I
+know better than any other person can, how far they are true, and I
+candidly confess that he never said a word to me which I could possibly
+construe into a declaration of love, not the most faint or distant. Then
+think for a moment how ridiculous it would be for me to alter my conduct
+towards him! No! while he treats me as a friend, I shall treat him as
+such; and let the world say what they will, I will endeavor to act in a
+manner that my conscience will justify,—to steer between the rocks of
+prudery and coquetry, and take my own sense of propriety as a pilot that
+will conduct me safe. I should not have been thus particular, but I felt
+unwilling that you should be led into error that I could easily remove
+from your mind; it would seem like giving a silent assent, as I confess
+to write as I think to you, and to speak openly on all occasions, I felt
+that I ought to say more to you on this affair than I ever have to any
+other. Let the world still have it as they will. I confess it would be
+more pleasing to me if my name was not so much[21] ... what Johnson says
+of an author may apply ... is much known in the world. That his name
+like ... must be beat backward and forward as it falls to the ground. I
+recollect in a former letter you asked why I did not say more of
+particular characters, and among my acquaintance select some and give
+you a few characteristic sketches. The truth is—I felt afraid to, I did
+not know but you might mention many things which would make me enemies.
+I am always willing to speak my opinion without reserve on any
+character, because I should take care that I spoke it before those who
+would not abuse the frankness; but letters may be miscarried, may fall
+into hands we know not of,—but I never think of these, or I am sure I
+should burn this in a moment,—another thing that it requires a quiet
+discernment, a correct judgment and a thorough knowledge of the world,
+of human nature, to form a just character of any one that we are not
+intimately acquainted with. However, we all of us form an opinion of
+every person we see, and whatever I shall say and have said you must
+recollect is only the opinion of one who is oftener wrong than right,
+and you can form no correct idea of my character from what I say.
+
+ Scarborough, March, Sunday.
+
+P. S.—Congratulate me, I am at home at last! Come and see us,—we expect
+Miss Tappan to-morrow and Paulina Porter[22] and Miranda Southgate. I
+wish much to see Miss T. I think I shall like her; tell her she does not
+know what she lost last week,—a young gentleman came several miles out
+of his way only to see her; she was not here and he returned to Portland
+with a heavy heart. Jewett says she is rather shy.
+
+I meant to have written more about Wiscassett, about Miss R.,[23] but I
+must leave that for another letter. I have a great deal to say on that
+head,—“exercise the same coolness and judgment as in choosing a horse!”
+I heard a gentleman make really the same observation, and yet that very
+gentleman is raving, distractedly in love,—he is a little calmer now,
+but he was a madman. He, like you, always talks of his insensibility,
+his coldness and discretion, and he, like you, is always upon extremes,
+extravagant beyond all bounds. More hereafter.
+
+ Mr. Moses Porter.
+
+
+ Thursday, April 8th.
+
+I have been thinking on that part of your letter which interests me
+most, respecting the propriety of conduct, opinion of the world, etc.,
+etc. I don’t exactly recollect what I wrote in my last, but I am
+positive you have mistaken my meaning, or at least have taken what I
+said on too large a scale;—as a general rule of conduct, in so extensive
+a sense as you talk about, such doctrine would indeed be pernicious. But
+whatever I said I meant to apply to this particular case, and perhaps
+did not express myself so clearly as I ought to have done. You have
+described principles which I have ever condemned—as those I now act
+upon. Perhaps I shall find it impossible fully to explain my sentiments
+on this subject—it is of a delicate nature; and many things I shall say
+will probably bear a misconstruction. However, I trust to your candor to
+judge with lenity, and to your knowledge of my heart, to believe I would
+not intentionally deviate from the laws of female delicacy and
+propriety. Reputation undoubtedly is of great importance to all, but to
+a female ’tis every thing,—once lost ’tis _forever_ lost. Whatever I may
+have said, my heart too sensibly tells me I have none of that boasted
+independence of mind which can stand collected in its own worth, and let
+the censure and malice of the world pass by as the “idle wind which we
+regard not.” I have ever thought that to be conscious of doing right was
+insufficient; but that it must appear so to the world. How I could have
+blundered upon a sentiment which I despise, or how I could have written
+anything to bear such a construction as you have put upon a part of my
+letter, I know not. When I said that I should let these reports pass off
+without notice or pretending to vindicate myself, ’twas not because I
+despised the opinion of the world, but as the most effectual method to
+preserve it!—_You_ say as well as myself, that whatever we say in
+vindication of ourselves, only makes the matter worse. When I said, that
+I meant not to alter my conduct while my conscience did not accuse me, I
+had no idea that you would suppose my conduct towards him had ever been
+of a kind that required an alteration, or any thing more pointed than to
+any other gentleman. I supposed you would infer from what I said that it
+was such as propriety and a regard for my reputation would sanction. I
+know not what you think it has been, but if I can judge of my own
+actions,—their motives I know I can, but I mean the outward
+appearance,—I have never treated him with any more distinction than any
+other gentleman, nor have appeared more pleased with his attentions than
+with another’s; believe me, I have kept constantly in view the opinion
+of the world, and if you knew every circumstance of my life, you would
+be convinced my feelings were “tremblingly alive” to all its slanders.
+But “something too much of this”; you, who know my disposition, may
+easily conceive how often I subject myself to the envenomed shafts of
+censure and malice, by that gaiety and high flow of spirits, which I
+sometimes think my greatest misfortune to possess,—sometimes I err in
+judgment—don’t always see the right path,—sometimes I see it, yet the
+warmth and ardor of my feelings force me out of it. Yet in this affair I
+feel confident I have acted from right principles,—there are a thousand
+trifling things which at times influenced my conduct, which you cannot
+know, and you may be surprised when I say that his attentions were of a
+kind that politeness obliged me to receive, nor should I ever have
+suspected they meant any thing more than gallantry and politeness, had
+not the babbles of the world put it into my head. You have been
+misinformed in many respects, I am convinced. You mentioned his constant
+visits at Sister Boyd’s. I declare to you he never was there a half
+dozen times the three months I was in Portland, excepting the morning
+after the assemblies, when the gentlemen all go to see their partners;
+neither was I his constant partner at assemblies. I never danced but two
+dances in an evening with him all winter, excepting once, and then there
+was a mistake,—this surely was nothing remarkable, for I always danced
+two with Mr. Smith at every assembly we were at. I danced as much with
+one as the other. True, he was my partner at 2 parties at Broads. I at
+the time asked Horatio, when he mentioned the party, why he would not
+carry me; he said if I was asked by any other, to say I was going with
+my brother, would be considered as a tacit declaration that I had an
+aversion to going with him, therefore ’twould have been folly. You
+cannot judge unless you know a thousand customs and every ... which they
+have in Portland. But I declare to you, Cousin, I am much gratified that
+you told me what you thought—had you have locked it in your bosom, I
+should never have had an opportunity to vindicate myself. I beg of you
+always to write with freedom, always write with the same openness you
+did in your last—’tis one of the greatest advantages I expect to derive
+from our correspondence—I enjoin it upon you as you value my happiness.
+I told you I would show you some of Martha’s letters; I had one from her
+since I wrote you, in which she says I must on no condition whatever
+show her letters,—however, I will read you some passages in some of
+them. You _shall_ see some parts; I will make my peace with—indeed I
+know she would not object. I love to show you her letters because you
+feel something as I do in reading them. You admire her or you should not
+be the friend of
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+P. S. I wrote this letter last night intending to keep it by me to send
+whenever I please; all the family were absent, left me reading,—I read
+your letter, the house was silent, and I was entirely alone. I knew I
+should not have another opportunity as convenient for giving you my
+sentiments—no fear of intrusion—and I therefore took my pen and
+scribbled what I now send you, but I believe I must adopt your plan and
+send it immediately to the office,—but I repent and burn it, and I find
+on reading it that I have said not half I meant to; but I will send it
+away immediately. I am almost ashamed to answer yours so soon, ’tis so
+unlike the example you set me that I suppose you will say ’tis a tacit
+disapprobation of your conduct.
+
+ Scarborough, April 9th.
+ Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.
+
+
+ Sunday, Scarborough, May —, 1801.
+
+When one commences an action with a full conviction they shall not
+acquit themselves with honor, they are sure not to succeed; imprest with
+this idea I write you. I positively declare I have felt a great
+reluctance ever since we concluded on the plan. I am aware of the
+construction you may put on this, but call it _affectation_ or what you
+will, I assure you it proceeds from different motives. When I first
+proposed this correspondence, I thought only of the amusement and
+instruction it would afford _me_. I almost forgot that I should have any
+part to perform. Since, however, I have reflected on the scheme as it
+was about to be carried into execution, I have felt a degree of
+diffidence which has almost induced me to hope you would _forget_ the
+engagement. Fully convinced of my inability to afford pleasure or
+instruction to an enlarged mind, I rely wholly on your candor and
+generosity to pardon the errors which will cloud my best efforts. When I
+reflect on the severity of your criticisms in general, I shrink at the
+idea of exposing to you what will never stand the test. Yet did I not
+imagine you would throw aside the _critic_ and assume the _friend_, I
+should never dare, with all my vanity (and I am not deficient), give you
+so fine an opportunity to exercise your favorite propensity. I know you
+will laugh at all this, and I must confess it appears rather a folly,
+first to request your correspondence and then with so much diffidence
+and false delicacy, apparently to extort a compliment, talk about my
+inability and the like. You will not think I intend a compliment when I
+say I have ever felt a disagreeable restraint when conversing before
+you. Often, when with all the confidence I possess I have brought
+forward an opinion, said all my imagination could suggest in support of
+it, and viewed with pleasure the little fabric, which I imagined to be
+founded on truth and justice, with one word you would crush to the
+ground that which had cost me so many to erect. These things I think in
+time will humble my vanity, I wish sincerely that they may.
+
+Yet I believe I possess decent talents and should have been quite
+another being had they been properly cultivated. But as it is, I can
+never get over some little prejudices which I have imbibed long since,
+and which warp all the faculties of my mind. I was pushed on to the
+stage of action without one principle to guide my actions,—the impulse
+of the moment was the only incitement. I have never committed any
+grossly imprudent action, yet I have been folly’s darling child. I trust
+they were rather errors of the head than the heart, for we have all a
+kind of inherent power to distinguish between right and wrong, and if
+before the heart becomes contaminated by the maxims of society it is
+left to act from impulse though it have no fixt principle, yet it will
+not materially err. Possessing a gay lively disposition, I pursued
+pleasure with ardor. I wished for admiration, and took the means which
+would be most likely to obtain it. I found the mind of a female, if such
+a thing existed, was thought not worth cultivating. I disliked the
+trouble of thinking for myself and therefore adopted the sentiments of
+others—fully convinced to adorn my person and acquire a few little
+accomplishments was sufficient to secure me the admiration of the
+society I frequented. I cared but little about the mind. I learned to
+flutter about with a thoughtless gaiety—a mere feather which every
+breath had power to move. I left school with a head full of something,
+tumbled in without order or connection. I returned home with a
+determination to put it in more order; I set about the great work of
+culling the best part to make a few sentiments out of—to serve as a
+little ready change in my commerce with the world. But I soon lost all
+patience (a virtue I do not possess in an eminent degree), for the
+greater part of my ideas I was obliged to throw away without knowing
+where I got them or what I should do with them; what remained I pieced
+as ingeniously as I could into a few patchwork opinions,—they are now
+almost worn threadbare, and as I am about quilting a few more, I beg you
+will send me any spare ideas you may chance to have that will answer my
+turn. By this time I suppose you have found out what you have a right to
+expect from this correspondence, and probably at this moment lay down
+the letter with a long sage-like face to ponder on my egotism.—’Tis a
+delightful employment, I will leave you to enjoy it while I eat my
+dinner: And what is the result, Cousin? I suppose a few exclamations on
+the girl’s vanity to think no subject could interest me but where
+herself was concerned, or the barrenness of her head that could write on
+no other subject. But she is a _female_, say you, with a _manly
+contempt_. Oh you Lords of the world, what are you that your unhallowed
+lips should dare profane the fairest part of creation! But honestly I
+wish to say something by way of apology, but don’t seem to know what,—it
+is true I have a kind of natural affection for myself, I find no one
+more ready to pardon my faults or find excuses for my failings—it is
+natural to love our friends.
+
+I have positively not said one single thing which I intended when I sat
+down; my motive was to answer your letter, and I have not mentioned my
+not having received it?—Your opinion of Story’s Poems I think very
+unjust; as to the _man_, I cannot say, for I know nothing of him, but I
+think you are too severe upon him; a man who had not a “fibre of
+refinement in his composition” could never have written some passages in
+that poem. What is refinement? I thought it was a delicacy of taste
+which might be acquired, if not any thing in our nature,—true, there are
+some so organized that they are incapable of receiving a delicate
+impression, but we won’t say any thing of such beings. I just begin to
+feel in a mood for answering your letter. What you say of Miss Rice—I
+hardly know how to refuse the challenge; she possesses no quality above
+mediocrity, and yet is just what a female ought to be. Now what I would
+give for a little _Logic_, or for a little skill to support an argument.
+But I give it up, for tho’ you might not convince me, you would
+_confound_ me with so many _learned_ observations that my vanity would
+oblige me to say I was convinced to prevent the mortification of saying
+I did not understand you. How did you like Mr. Coffin? Write soon and
+tell me. We expect you to go to the fishing party with us on Tuesday.
+Mr. Coffin told us you would all come. You must be here by 9 o’clock
+(not before) (in the morning). My love to the girls, and tell them—no!
+I’ll tell them myself.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ To Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.
+
+
+ Scarborough, June 1st, 1801.
+
+As to the qualities of mind peculiar to each sex, I agree with you that
+sprightliness is in favor of females and profundity of males. Their
+education, their pursuits would create such a quality even tho’ nature
+had not implanted it. The business and pursuits of men require deep
+thinking, judgment, and moderation, while, on the other hand, females
+are under no necessity of dipping deep, but merely “skim the surface,”
+and we too commonly spare ourselves the exertion which deep researches
+require, unless they are absolutely necessary to our pursuits in life.
+We rarely find one giving themselves up to profound investigation for
+amusement merely. Necessity is the nurse of all the great qualities of
+the mind; it explores all the hidden treasures and by its stimulating
+power they are “polished into brightness.” Women who have no such
+incentives to action suffer all the strong energetic qualities of the
+mind to sleep in obscurity; sometimes a ray of genius gleams through the
+thick clouds with which it is enveloped, and irradiates for a moment the
+darkness of mental night; yet, like a comet that shoots wildly from its
+sphere, it excites our wonder, and we place it among the phenomenons of
+nature, without searching for a natural cause. Thus it is the qualities
+with which nature has endowed us, as a support amid the misfortunes of
+life and a shield from the allurements of vice, are left to moulder in
+ruin. In this dormant state they become enervated and impaired, and at
+last die for _want of exercise_. The little airy qualities which produce
+sprightliness are left to flutter about like feathers in the wind, the
+sport of every breeze.
+
+Women have more fancy, more lively imaginations than men. That is easily
+accounted for: a person of correct judgment and accurate discernment
+will never have that flow of ideas which one of a different character
+might,—every object has not the power to introduce into his mind such a
+variety of ideas, he rejects all but those closely connected with it. On
+the other hand, a person of small discernment will receive every idea
+that arises in the mind, making no distinction between those nearly
+related and those more distant, they are all equally welcome, and
+consequently such a mind abounds with fanciful, out-of-the-way ideas.
+Women have more imagination, more sprightliness, because they have less
+discernment. I never was of opinion that the pursuits of the sexes ought
+to be the same; on the contrary, I believe it would be destructive to
+happiness, there would a degree of rivalry exist, incompatible with the
+harmony we wish to establish. I have ever thought it necessary that each
+should have a separate sphere of action,—in such a case there could be
+no clashing unless one or the other should leap their respective bounds.
+Yet to cultivate the qualities with which we are endowed can never be
+called infringing the prerogatives of man. Why, my dear Cousin, were we
+furnished with such powers, unless the improvement of them would conduce
+to the happiness of society? Do you suppose the mind of woman the only
+work of God that was “made in vain.” The cultivation of the powers we
+possess, I have ever thought a privilege (or I may say duty) that
+belonged to the human species, and not man’s exclusive prerogative. Far
+from destroying the harmony that ought to subsist, it would fix it on a
+foundation that would not totter at every jar. Women would be under the
+same degree of subordination that they now are; enlighten and expand
+their minds, and they would perceive the necessity of such a regulation
+to preserve the order and happiness of society. Yet you require that
+their conduct should be always guided by that reason which you refuse
+them the power of exercising. I know it is generally thought that in
+such a case women would assume the right of commanding. But I see no
+foundation for such a supposition,—not a blind submission to the will of
+another which neither honor nor reason dictates. It would be criminal in
+such a case to submit, for we are under a prior engagement to conduct in
+all things according to the dictates of reason. I had rather be the
+meanest reptile that creeps the earth, or cast upon the wide world to
+suffer all the ills “that flesh is heir to,” than live a slave to the
+despotic will of another.
+
+I am aware of the censure that will ever await the female that attempts
+the vindication of her sex, yet I dare to brave that censure that I know
+to be undeserved. It does not follow (O what a pen!) that every female
+who vindicates the capacity of the sex is a disciple of Mary
+Wolstoncraft. Though I allow her to have said many things which I cannot
+but approve, yet the very foundation on which she builds her work will
+be apt to prejudice us so against her that we will not allow her the
+merit she really deserves,—yet, prejudice set aside, I confess I admire
+many of her sentiments, notwithstanding I believe should any one adopt
+her principles, they would conduct in the same manner, and upon the
+whole her life is the best comment on her writings. Her style is nervous
+and commanding, her sentiments appear to carry conviction along with
+them, but they will not bear analyzing. I wish to say something on your
+_natural refinement_, but I shall only have room to touch upon it if I
+begin, “therefore I’ll leave it till another time.”
+
+Last evening Mr. Samuel Thatcher spent with us; we had a fine “dish of
+conversation” served up with great taste, fine sentiments dressed with
+elegant language and seasoned with wit. He is really excellent company—a
+little enthusiastic or so—but that is no matter. In compassion I entreat
+you to come over here soon and make me some pens. I have got one that I
+have been whittling this hour and at last have got it to make a stroke
+(it liked to have given me the lie). I believe I must give up all
+pretension to _profundity_, for I am much more at home in my female
+character. This argumentative style is not congenial to my taste. I hate
+anything that requires order or connection. I never could do anything by
+rule,—when I get a subject I am incapable of reasoning upon, I play with
+it as with a rattle, for what else should I do with it? But I have kept
+along quite in a direct line; I caught myself “upon the wing” two or
+three times, but I had power to check my nonsense. I send you my
+sentiments on this subject as they really exist with me. I believe they
+are not the mere impulse of the moment, but founded on what I think
+truth. I could not help laughing at that part of your letter where you
+said the seal of my letter deprived you of some of the most interesting
+part of it. I declare positively I left a blank place on purpose for it,
+that you might not lose one precious word, and now you have the
+impudence to tell me that the most interesting part was the blank paper.
+It has provoked my ire to such a degree that I positively declare I
+never will send you any more blank paper than I possibly can avoid, to
+“spite you.”
+
+ E. S.
+
+ To Mr. Moses Porter.
+
+
+ Portland, July 17, 1801.
+
+I almost at this moment wish myself in your situation, meeting old
+acquaintances, shaking hands with old friends and telling over with
+renewed pleasure your College frolicks. I can almost see you convulsed
+with laughter, hear you recount the adventures of the last year, while
+imagination brings every boyish frolic to your view, unimpaired by time.
+What a world of humour! what flashes of wit! what animated descriptions!
+O these social meetings! How they animate and inspire one! how they
+lighten the cares and multiply the joys of life! I wish you would write
+me about Commencement. I heard yesterday that Sam. Fay of Concord
+delivered an oration the 4th of July. I should admire to see it. I know
+it must be very fine; in my opinion he is a man of excellent talents,
+capable of writing on the occasion an oration that would reflect great
+honor. The sentiments must be noble and generous. He possesses so much
+feeling, there must be many glowing passages in it. If it is possible I
+beg you will get me a copy and I will confess myself very, very greatly
+obliged. Last night I attended the _Theater_,—“Speed the plough” was
+performed, and I assure you very _decently_; the characters in general
+were well supported. Villiers in Fannie Ashfield really outdid himself;
+he threw off the monkey and became a good honest clown, and did not, as
+he usually does, outstep the bounds of nature and all other bounds. Mrs.
+Powell as Miss Blandford delighted us all. How I admire that woman! She
+is perfectly at home on the stage, and yet there is no levity in her
+appearance; she has great energy, acts with spirit, with feeling, yet
+never rants; her private character we all know is unexceptionable. Mr.
+Donnee as a young buck is very pleasing, he has a most melodious voice
+in speaking, and has a very easy, stylish air,—good figure, tho’ small.
+As for Mrs. Harper she is my aversion—for, as Shakespeare says, she will
+“tear a passion to tatters, to very rags,” and she is too indecent ever
+to appear on the stage. Harper is a fine fellow; he appears best among
+the common herd of Players, and has as much judgment in supporting his
+part as any one I ever saw, and even in comic characters I think he
+excels Villiers. He has much greater resources within himself. Villiers
+gains applause by distorting his face and playing the monkey, while
+Harper adheres more strictly to nature. In Villiers we cannot help
+seeing the player thro’ the thin disguise,—_Villiers_, not the character
+he personates, is continually in our minds. S. Powell is contemptible as
+a player (and I believe as a man); he puffs and blows so incessantly
+that it is enough to put one into a fever to see him; he does not know
+in the least how to preserve a medium, but takes a certain pitch and
+there remains; he cannot gradually bring his passion to the height, but
+he thunders it out without any preparation, and the unvarying monotony
+of his voice is truly disgusting. I am sure, by his strutting and
+bellowing, Hamlet would think _he_ was made by one of “Nature’s
+journeymen.” But it is time to have done with players, for you will
+think my head turned indeed if I rant about them any longer; but it has
+served to fill up a part of my letter, and I assure you that alone was a
+sufficient reason why I should give them a place. Society, bustle, and
+noise frustrate all my ideas. I cannot write anywhere but at home. I am
+ashamed that things of so little consequence should turn my head, but
+’tis a melancholy truth. O you malicious fellow, don’t talk to me about
+my favorite topic “female education,” don’t tell me of your
+_philosophical indifference_! O Moses, you can’t leave the subject,
+every word that could any way dash at it is marked. I believe you do
+_itch_ to commence the attack. Well, rail on, you shall not say it is in
+compassion to me that you desist. God forbid that your greatest enemy
+should ever inflict so severe a punishment as to prohibit you from
+speaking of your “favorite topic.” I fancy you have forgotten that it
+_is_ such, _Mr. Indifference_. Your ironical letter has had a wonderful
+effect, but perhaps not the desired one. I blush not to confess myself
+contemptibly inferior to my antagonist. You ought to blush, but from a
+very different cause; but I had forgotten myself, and was taking the
+thing too seriously. I am not slow at taking the hint, perhaps my
+presumption merited the reproof. I receive it and will endeavor to
+profit by it; and pray, Cousin, how does Mr. Symmes’ coat suit you? His
+“haughty humility,” his “condescending pride.” You have assumed the
+habit, and I hope will ever clothe yourself with it when you meet your
+_superior antagonist_.
+
+You have a fine imagination and have pictured a chain of delightful
+events which probably will exist there alone, yet I should have no
+objection to your being a true prophet. We all can plan delightful
+schemes, but they rarely ever become realities; but no matter, we enjoy
+them in imagination. I expect from you a particular account of yourself
+when you return. You will have many amusing anecdotes to tell me, if you
+will take the trouble. I have just read your last and picture something
+in it that at first I did not pay much attention to. You say all you
+have said on the subject of education was merely the thought of the
+moment, “written not to be received but laughed at.” What shall I
+think?—That you think me too contemptible to know your real sentiments?
+I should be very unwilling to admit such a suspicion, yet what can you
+mean?—with the greatest apparent seriousness, you speak of the
+_sincerity_ with which you conduct this correspondence. Was that
+likewise meant to be laughed at? I had flattered myself, when I
+commenced this correspondence, to reap both instruction and amusement
+from an undisguised communication of sentiments. I had likewise hoped
+you would not think it too great a condescension to speak to me with
+that openness you would to a male friend. However, I shall begin to
+think it is contrary to the nature of things that a gentleman should
+speak his real sentiments to a lady, yet in our correspondence I wished
+and expected to step aside from the world, speak to each other in the
+plain language of sincerity. I have much to say on this subject, but
+unfortunately my ideas never begin to flow until I have filled up my
+paper. Do not imagine from what I have said that the most disagreeable
+truths will offend me. I promise not to feel hurt at any thing you
+write, if ’tis your real sentiment. But, Cousin, don’t trifle with me.
+Do not make me think so contemptibly of myself as you will by not
+allowing me your confidence; promise to speak as you think and I will
+never scold you again.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+Cousin, I wish you would write a list of your mother’s children, names
+and ages, those that have died together with the others. We are going to
+send them out to Uncle Rufus, as he requested it some time since. By
+Martha it will be a fine opportunity,—as soon as convenient send them
+over.
+
+ Mr. Moses Porter,
+ Biddeford.
+
+
+ Scarborough, August 6, 1801.
+
+ Hon. Rufus King.
+
+Pardon, my dear Sir, the liberty I take in addressing you, and let my
+motives shield me from the imputation of presumption. Some time since,
+you requested a list of my Aunt Porter’s and our family. It has never
+been sent, and as we have now a very favorable opportunity, my father
+has requested me to make it out and enclose it to you. I tremble while I
+write, lest I should appear disrespectful in my manner of addressing
+you. Unused as I am to writing to any one so much superior in years, I
+cannot but feel embarrassed. A degree of confidence in ourselves is
+necessary in every undertaking to ensure success; as I feel at this
+moment destitute of that confidence, I likewise despair of succeeding in
+my wishes, yet I entreat you to attribute whatever may appear assuming
+rather to an incapacity of expressing myself as I wish than to a want of
+respect. When I consider you as a public character esteemed and
+respected by your country, I would willingly shrink from observation,
+lest my intruding myself on your attention should be thought
+impertinence. But when I think how nearly I am allied, I flatter myself
+I shall obtain that indulgence which I now earnestly solicit. Mr. and
+Mrs. Derby, by whom I shall send this, intend taking the tour of Europe
+after having taken that of the United States. Mrs. Derby is my
+particular friend, and as she is intimately acquainted in our family,
+can give you whatever information you wish respecting us. I say nothing
+to remind her, for I have too high an opinion of your discernment to
+suppose any recommendation necessary. My mother joins me in desiring you
+would make our respects acceptable to Mrs. King, and all the family
+unite in earnest wishes for the complete restoration of her health. Our
+family are all in good health.... My mother really looks young! My Aunt
+Porter [Pauline] is not wholly restored to her former health, but is
+much better than she has been for many years past.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ Mrs. RUFUS KING.
+
+ After a portrait by Trumbull.
+
+ ARTOTYPE. E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.
+]
+
+I cannot conclude this without earnestly intreating you to receive it
+with the candor of an Uncle rather than the severity of a critic. I feel
+I do not write as I ought to, yet I entreat you not to think me
+deficient in that respect and esteem with which I shall ever remain.
+
+ Your niece ELIZA SOUTHGATE.
+
+
+ Scarborough, August 4, 1801.
+
+ Dr. Southgate to Rufus King in London.
+
+You will receive this by Mr. Richard Derby, youngest son of the late H.
+Derby of Salem. His lady who accompanies him is the daughter of Dr. N.
+Coffin of Portland. The Doctor’s family and mine have ever been on terms
+of intimacy and friendship. Mrs. Derby in particular has ever been a
+favorite of my daughters Octavia and Eliza. They can give you all
+particulars about friends at home.
+
+ Bath, Sunday, Sept. 13.
+
+There are some kinds of indisposition that instead of weakening the
+faculties of the mind, serve only to render them more vigorous and
+sprightly, and in proportion as the body is debilitated, the mind is
+strengthened. I have every reason to believe that the imagination never
+soars to such lofty heights as it sometimes does in sickness. But where
+am I! What about—Well may _you_ ask the question. Believe me, Cousin, I
+have attempted to finish this letter 4 times this day. I cannot account
+for my inability to write. It used to be the joy of my life, nothing
+delighted me so much as to steal into the chamber by myself and scribble
+an hour, but since I received your last I have often attempted to answer
+it, but in vain. I have a stubborn brain; it must be coaxed, not driven.
+I find there is nothing so tedious as to write when we are not in the
+mood for it. You may easily see that I am not in one at present. Now for
+Heaven’s sake see what I have written—find the chain that connects. When
+I began I meant to say I had been quite unwell ever since I left
+Portland, that some disorders only served to give vigor to the mind,
+&c., &c., but I _meant_ also to say mine was altogether of a different
+nature. But as I left that out, so I had better have done the other.
+Oh—’tis too, too bad! I’ll not write another till I think I can
+understand it after it is written. I am low-spirited, stupid and
+everything else.
+
+ Wednesday.
+
+Now I shall really think I have no _soul_ if I find myself as destitute
+of ideas as I was on Sunday. I have just been viewing the most
+delightful prospect I have seen this long time, and if it has left no
+more impression on my mind than objects passing before a mirror, I shall
+think myself devoid of every quality that constitutes us rational
+beings. I think nature has done everything to render Bath pleasant: the
+window at which I now sit commands a most delightful water prospect; the
+river is about a mile in breadth at this place, the opposite banks are
+neither sublime nor beautiful. What if I for a moment should take a
+poet’s license, and by the force of imagination project steep and rugged
+rocks! bid them stoop with awful majesty to reflect their gloomy horrors
+in the wave! See you not that enormous precipice whose awful summit was
+ne’er profaned by human footsteps? Does not your blood freeze as it
+creeps along your veins? Behold again that barren waste, the axe nor the
+plough have never clothed it with a borrowed charm, or robbed it of
+those nature bestowed upon it; it still boasts its independence of the
+labor of man. But to leave fiction for reality, the surface of the water
+is a perfect mirror. I never saw it so perfectly smooth; at this moment
+there is a boat passing, rowed by two men—the reflection in the water is
+so distinct, so very clear, it looks like two boats. I admire to see a
+boat _rowed_; it seems to look like arms or wings, moving with graceful
+majesty, while the boat cuts the liquid bosom of the water, leaving as
+it recedes a widening track. There is always to me something very
+charming in the rowing of a boat. There is music in the motion; and what
+can be more graceful and majestic than the motion of a _ship under
+sail_? Yesterday there was a _brig_ passed by here—’twas within
+hearing—very near. I never was more forcibly struck than at the moment;
+I longed to prostrate myself in humble admiration—as she approached with
+a slow, commanding, _celestial_ air;—at the moment I am sure it gave me
+a better idea of the awful grandeur of a deity than anything I had ever
+seen. I saw Juno’s dignified gracefulness such as I had read of but
+could not conceive.
+
+I have often in reading been disagreeably struck by the epithets used
+for the motions of the gods. Sometimes they make them _glide_ thro’ the
+air, sometimes approach with a solemn _step_, and many other words I do
+not recollect; nor do I at present think of any words that would answer
+better—yet _to glide_ seems stealing along—to move rapidly and
+imperceptibly;—a bird glides thro’ the air, yet there is nothing
+celestial in the flight of a bird. It seems to me properly applied to
+_fairies_; something light and airy should glide,—that a fairy should
+glide along seems right,—just as I have an idea of them. And then for a
+god _to step_—that seems too grovelling, too like us mortals,—yet that
+in my opinion is better than the other.
+
+The place on which this house stands seems to project in a small degree
+toward the water. I believe there is not a window in the house that does
+not command a view of the water. In front there is a kind of cove the
+water makes in several rods; the river is broad and straight, the land
+rises gradually from it a half mile;—but I think it is to be regretted
+that the inhabitants have built under the _hill_, or rather that they
+did not prefer climbing a little higher; however, I think it must have a
+fine appearance from the water. Last year I recollect sailing along in
+front of the settlement and remarked how much more compact it looked
+than it really is, the houses rising one above the other in such a
+manner that every one was seen distinctly. I think nothing can be more
+beautiful than a town built on a sloping ground ascending from so fine a
+river as this branch of the Kennebec. All the navigation belonging to
+the different ports on this river above Bath, passes directly by here,
+and several times I have seen 12 or 14 at a time. To one who has been
+brought up amidst salt marsh and flats, this large fine river affords
+much novelty and amusement, and I cannot confess but the sensations I
+feel in viewing it are more pleasing than those produced by a stagnant
+water in a Scarborough salt pond. I have almost filled my sheet without
+saying a word of your letter, indeed I have forgotten what was in it—at
+the time you gave it me I know I received it with much pleasure, as it
+robbed me of some painful moments. After Horatio’s recovery I sat down
+one evening to write you, but I had only written the day of the month,
+when a most violent clap of thunder (the same that struck Mrs. Horper’s
+house) shook the pen from my hand and my desk from my lap. I do not
+imagine even by this omen that I offend the strictest laws of virtue and
+propriety by continuing to write you, therefore should something equally
+powerful wrest the pen from my hand, depend upon it I will seize it with
+renewed vigor and dare assure you of my esteem, &c., &c.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+I shall go to Wiscassett on Monday; expect to hear from me after I
+return to Bath; while there I shall have no time. I expect to have
+important communications to forward—a certain pair of sparkling eyes,
+which are far more eloquent than her tongue! Now I have half a mind to
+be affronted. I know at this time, as soon as you have read this you are
+tumbling it into your pocket as waste paper to ponder on the brilliancy
+of said eyes. Is it true? Well, I shall see them soon and shall be
+tempted to ask some atonement for the damages I may suffer. Write me
+often while I am here, it is your _duty_.
+
+ Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.
+
+
+ By Mrs. King.
+
+To Mr. Moses Porter at Biddeford.
+
+I want to write, yet I don’t want to write to you, my _ceremonious_
+Cousin, but at this time I can think of nobody else and am _compelled_
+to address you. My last was dated from Bath, so is this; since then I
+have made a visit to Wiscassett. Oh I believe—yes I did write a few
+lines from there by Uncle Thatcher—I had forgotten that I wrote any more
+than the letter I finished before I left Bath. I wish I could give you
+an account of my spending my fortnight at Wiscasset, which would amuse
+you as much as the reality did me, but that is impossible. I have seen
+so many new faces—(I was going to say new characters, but they were
+generally such as we see every day), so many handsome ladies, so many
+fine men, indeed I have seen a little of everything. Mr. Wild and Mr.
+Davis (of Portland) kept at Mrs. Lee’s. Mr. Wild is a most charming man,
+and sensible and genteel, apparently has one of the mildest and most
+amiable dispositions in the world. Mr. Davis you know. There was a Miss
+P—— spent 2 or 3 days at Mrs. Lee’s. She was—was—I can’t tell you what;
+you may have heard of her, celebrated for her wit, lost a lover by
+exercising it rather too severely; poor soul! it was a sad affair; she
+has at length become sensible of the impropriety of her conduct, and now
+hopes to atone for it by flattering every gentleman she sees—time will
+show whether this plan will succeed. She talks incessantly, laughs
+always at what she says herself. At table, when the judges, lawyers, and
+a dozen gentlemen and ladies were seated, Miss P—— engrossed all the
+conversation. I defy any person to be in the room with her and not be
+compelled to converse with her, not by the irresistible force of her
+charms, they are rather in the wane. If you look at her she asks what
+you were going to say—“I know you were going to speak by your looks.” Of
+course my gentleman walks up, how can he help it? In this manner she
+draws a whole swarm around her; the poor souls rattle out their
+outrageous compliments, trembling with fear, for the moment their ardor
+to please appears to abate, she rouses them to a sense of their duty by
+a lash of her tongue.
+
+Sunday.—Now I can’t bear to be hurried, and I must submit to be or not
+send this by Mamma King. Last night when I began this, I felt quite
+disposed to throw away an hour (for my letters to you are thrown away as
+you won’t take the trouble to answer them) without consulting anything
+but my feelings. I began, and soon found, to my mortification, that I
+ought to have consulted my candle, for as if piqued at my neglect, it
+took French leave to doze. I broke off my description of Miss P—— in the
+most _striking_ part. I do not resume the subject, ’twould be a
+profanation of this day to scandalize a frail sister; my mind is full of
+charity and Christian love. I hope I shall not stumble against some
+unlucky thought that may derange its present peaceful state. Now,
+Cousin, don’t you think it unpardonable, don’t you think it a violation
+of all the laws of politeness, that you should neglect writing me merely
+because I owed a letter? I should not be surprised if you counted the
+words in yours and my letters and settled the account by some rule in
+Arithmetic. But let me entreat you not to estimate mine by the _weight_,
+but the _number_; in that case I am equal to anybody; but if, unhappily
+for me, you should weigh them with critical exactness, ’twill take many
+of them to repay you for one of yours. I feel assured you must have
+adopted this method, and sincerely ask your pardon for doubting a moment
+that this was the true cause. What prevented your coming to Wiscassett?
+I tho’t you had determined upon it. Rebecca and I used to expect you
+every day; believe me I was asked a dozen times if you were not
+absolutely engaged to Miss Rice. How such things will get about. I told
+every body that asked me that I was your confidant, of course must keep
+your attachment a secret, for which I am prepared to receive your
+thanks.
+
+Mr. Kinsman has been down to Wiscassett. He attended the courts, as he
+says, to acquire a better knowledge of the law; but I should imagine he
+mistook the _ladies_ for the _law_, as he makes them his constant study.
+But I leave so dangerous a subject, lest my feelings should deprive me
+of the power to finish this sheet. I shall probably return home the
+beginning of next month. If I have a letter due from you, according to
+your new arrangement, I beg you to forward it as soon as possible;
+however, I have not the vanity to suppose there is more than a dozen
+lines as yet; perhaps when I have written half a dozen more letters I
+may be _richly_ rewarded with _one_ from you. Where is Maria? How does
+she do? Rebecca wrote her while I was in Wiscassett, and told her
+undoubtedly she is expected to spend the winter there. I must finish:
+Uncle calls.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+I believe it is about the 10th day of October.
+
+ E.
+
+Ellen Coffin is going to be married to a widower and 3 children, think
+of that, sir!!! I had a letter from her last week. She is not coming
+home till she leaves Portland as Mrs. Derby.
+
+ Topsham, Oct. 29, 1801.
+
+Why, you unaccountable wretch! you obstinate fellow! you malicious, you
+vain, you—Oh, I am run out, I will e’en call in the assistance of Sir
+John Fallstaff to help me exclaim against you—provoking creature! With
+one scratch of your pen to banish such delightful thoughts! I was
+applauding myself for my _condescension_ in writing so often without
+answers. I exulted in the thought of your shame and confusion at the
+proofs of my superiority,—so much above the little forms that narrowed
+your own heart. How did I see you hanging your head with penitence and
+sorrow, while your face glowed with conscious shame! Oh, ’twas
+delicious! Every day I reflected on it with renewed pleasure. I felt
+assured nothing prevented your writing but an aversion to acknowledging
+how humble, how little you felt,—yet the letter at length arrived, my
+heart trembled with delight, a glow of triumph flushed my face. I saw
+the humiliation so grateful to my vanity, (I was at the _Lieu_ table)—I
+hurried the letter into my pocket, I had no wish to read it—I knew (I
+tho’t I did) what it _must_ contain. I could scarcely breathe; vanity,
+exultation, revenge (sweet sensation) gave me unusual spirits. I stood
+and called 5— I was sure of a Palm-flush! ’twas impossible anything
+could go wrong,—’twas a frail hope—I got nothing, was lieued; never mind
+it, thought I, the letter is enough. I played wrong, discarded the wrong
+card, knocked over the candlestick, spilt my wine; positively, if it had
+been a love-letter, a first declaration, it would not put me in a worse
+flustration; but ah! ’twas so different,—I did not blush, look down,
+tremble, fear to raise my eyes; my heart did not dissolve away in
+melting tenderness—hey-day! I had no notion of telling you what I did
+_not_ do—but what I _did_. Well then—I sat so upright, I was a foot
+taller, I looked at every body for applause. I wondered I did not hear
+them exclaim: Oh, generous, excellent girl! I demanded it with my
+eyes—’twas all in vain, I heard nothing but—“Eliza, you must follow
+suit. Why do you play that card? You will certainly be lieued!” I was
+vexed; I thought of the letter, all was sunshine again. I am
+called—dinner; oh, this eating seems to clog all my faculties, I never
+write with half so much ease as when I’m half starved. I believe it is
+true that poets ought not to live well.
+
+But begging your pardon for leaving you so in the lurch, I had forgotten
+that the letter was as yet unopened in my pocket. Well then, we did not
+break up till late; after I retired to bed out came the letter. I was
+sleepy and had a great mind not to open it till morning; however I
+thought I would, to have the satisfaction of the confirmation of my
+hopes, not once thinking of the stroke that should annihilate them. It
+came. How shall I tell you my consternation!—“description falters at the
+threshold;” yet I did not rave, I did not tear my hair with a frenzy of
+passion. I did not stand in mute despair,—no; I collected all my dignity
+and stood fixed and immovable. I was convinced ’twas obstinacy alone,
+’twas envy, ’twas a something that prevented you from giving me what you
+knew I deserved. I am called again.
+
+ Portland, Nov. 10, 1801.
+
+I had almost determined to light the fire with this scrawl!—but upon
+second thoughts I withdrew my hand from the devouring flames and saved
+it from the fate it so justly merits. Yet we have such a partiality for
+our own offspring we rarely ever treat them with the severity they
+deserve. But I ought to tell you where I am,—but this letter has nothing
+like method in it—but never mind—I began it immediately after I received
+your last. I wrote while the first impressions it made were on me;
+unluckily I was called from the pleasing task while in the midst of it,
+and as I never feel the same two hours together, I was unable to
+continue as I began: ’twould have been cold and studied; so I left it. I
+threw it into my trunk, determining not to have anything more to do with
+it. I had grown amazingly wise; I wondered how I could suffer myself to
+write such nonsense. To-day I have received an invitation to the
+_second_ wedding of Capt. Stephenson. I shall go. I thought I would
+write you a line to let you know I was still in existence and on my way
+home. I could not find any paper and was compelled to tumble over my
+trunk to find this. I have a world of news to tell you, but I don’t know
+that you would care a farthing about any of it. Mary has been at Boston.
+Capt. Stephenson told me all about it. Tell her I hear she has a heap of
+fine things, at which, together with her ladyship, I hope to have a
+peep. I have something of vast importance to say to _her_ likewise, a
+thing on which depends the life and happiness of a fellow-creature. “Oh,
+Mary! who would have thought cruelty one of the failings of your heart.”
+But I shall out with this secret to you before I am aware of it. Now I
+have a great mind to turn this into a letter to Mary. I have as much
+again to say to her as I have to you, but she would not know what to
+make of some of it. I expect to be at home on Saturday next; bring Mary
+on Sunday,—mind, and don’t disobey. Horatio will be with me. I am in a
+monstrous hurry. I must send more blank paper than I ever did before,
+for which you will thank me, as I think you once told me that the blank
+paper in my letters always afforded you the most pleasure,—not exactly
+so—but something like it. Adieu.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ Mr. Moses Porter.
+
+
+ Scarborough, Dec. 4th, 1801.
+
+“I give you thanks,” as Parson Fletcher says, for your dissertation upon
+apologies and old sayings. You have stored up enough to fill a volume,
+if I should take your last as a specimen of the quantity. However, they
+are things I trouble myself but little about, and I should rather be
+inclined to join in railing against them than in enumerating their good
+effects. I perceive that you were much more inclined to be their
+advocate after supper than you were before. You had just laid down your
+pen after venting all your spleen and ill-nature (occasioned by your
+impatience for roast-beef) upon these poor harmless old sayings. You
+return, with an entire new set of sentiments on the subject. You
+commence their advocate with more vehemence than is usual with you, and
+conclude by making them the very foundation of every virtue. Now I have
+endeavored to find some natural cause for this sudden change, but
+cannot. Was it that you heard one trickle from the lips of some favorite
+fair with eloquence too powerful to be resisted? Or was it a bumper of
+wine which proved so warm a friend to them? Or was it the good-natured
+effects of the roast-beef, which exhilarating your spirits, made you
+look with an eye of pity and compassion on these poor neglected things,
+and endeavor by rubbing off the rust and polishing them anew, to
+compensate for your malicious endeavors to lessen their merit? But after
+all I must confess myself a great enemy to them, in conversation
+particularly. I never knew a person who made frequent use of them, but I
+pitied them for the scanty portion of ideas which must have driven them
+to such a paltry theft; and moreover, if I must steal the idea, I would
+clothe it myself, lest its garment should betray me. I dislike them
+because they are in every body’s mouth, the greatest fool on earth has
+sense enough to use them with as much propriety as any other, and you
+will find every old beggar has his wallet stuffed full of them, ready to
+launch out on every occasion. I don’t know, however, but you are
+perfectly right in what you say in their defence. I am inclined to
+believe what you say is just, but I have so often seen instances of
+their meaning being perverted to answer some vicious purpose that I am
+compelled to believe the balance is against them. “So much for old
+sayings.”—But now as to apologies, I must with _due reverence_ beg leave
+to differ from you in my opinion of them. I am by no means inclined to
+think they are never used but when we know ourselves in fault, and that
+we ought always to suspect the sincerity of any one who makes them. You
+certainly must have known instances when they were essentially
+necessary, and not to have made them would have proved an obstinacy of
+disposition quite as disagreeable as insincerity. I hate this parade and
+nonsense about _independence_, which every gentleman of _ton_ puts on;
+it always proves that the reality is small, when such a fuss is made for
+the appearance. I know some gentlemen who boast of never having made an
+apology, yet at the same time would say and do a thousand things much
+more derogatory to their dear independence than fifty apologies, such as
+any man of sense might make. I should be glad to see our fine gentlemen
+more careful in avoiding anything that would require an apology, and not
+like cowards skulk behind their flimsy shield of independence for
+defence or security. I have as great an aversion to cringing apologies,
+made on every occasion, as you possibly can have, and should always
+suspect the sincerity of them.—If this class are the greater part of
+them,—still I can conceive, nay I _have known_ instances when an apology
+has heightened my opinion of a person instead of lessening it. If we are
+in fault, ought we not to confess it? If we are _not_ in fault, ought we
+not to exculpate ourselves? I should think a person valued my
+approbation very little, if he knew I had any reason to censure him and
+yet would not by a single word convince me I had been deceived. However,
+I did not mean to dip so far into this _weighty_ subject, ’twould have
+been better to have just touched the edges and away. Now really, Moses,
+I write in pain if I am not good-natured; you must attribute it all to
+the cold which makes my fingers tingle; I can’t write below, there is
+such a gabbling. ’Tis a cold, comfortless night; the rain patters
+against the window and the wind whistles round the house, it sounds like
+December,—oh! that was an unlucky word! I feel gloomy at the sight of
+it. The storm has driven all my thoughts back to myself for shelter. I
+am at this moment so selfish and cross that I would not walk ten steps
+to do good to any one. Our old windows here clatter so that I can hear
+nothing else. I shall begin to think the candle burns blue, and that I
+hear the groans of distress between the blasts of wind, which sound
+hollow and dreary; even now the shadow of my pen on the wall looked like
+a man’s arm, and as true as I live, here is a winding-sheet in the
+candle. Oh these hobgoblin stories! we never get rid of them. I
+sometimes, when sitting alone, after all are asleep in the house, get my
+imagination so roused, that I look in fearful expectation that the tall
+martial ghost of Hamlet will stalk before my eyes, or that some less
+dignified one will step through the keyhole, or pop down
+chimney.—Ghosts, what a looking word that is!!—nonsense!—what was I
+going to say, something about ghosts and all not warming my fingers. I
+declare this shall be the last letter I will write from the
+fire,—December, and writing in the chamber without fire. Oh—monstrous!
+But here am I at the end without saying several things I meant to. I
+never, when I sit down to write, say any thing I wished or intended to
+when I began. You found my letter, you say—’twas not worth the finding,
+as it was too late to answer the purpose I wish. Write me often. I have
+been entertained with Johnson’s life. We are alone, so write me often.
+
+ E. S.
+
+A man of your gallantry, cousin, surely might make a small exertion to
+confer an obligation on two of the fair. Octavia and myself are very
+anxious that Miss Tappan should make us a visit. My father will bring
+Miranda home; but our chaise is broken so much that ’tis impossible to
+use it in its present state; none to be hired or borrowed. Why can’t you
+take a chaise and bring over Pauline and Betsey Tappan? Besides
+gratifying me with their company, I would be very glad to see you—no
+coaxing Eliza! But I am in earnest; come and see. Do come and bring them
+if possible. I will show you some of Martha’s letters from London, Bath.
+I will tell you everything I can think of and perhaps invent something
+if all this won’t do. Lord bless me! I should not have to urge every one
+so hard to come and see me. I am sure I should be discouraged; but
+seriously, I wish you to come _very_ much, but if you think it
+_impossible_, or rather very bad—don’t mind what I say; however, I
+expect you.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ To Mr. Moses Porter.
+
+
+ Portland, Jan. 24, 1802.
+
+Now at this moment imagine your friend Eliza half-double with the cold,
+two children teazing and playing round the table, sister and nurse
+talking all the time, and you will then be prepared to receive a letter
+abounding with sound reasoning, profound argument, elegant language, and
+a profusion of sublime ideas; but do not stare if I intersperse, by way
+of relieving your mind, a few little Jackey Horner stories which I am
+obliged to gabble out by wholesale to stop the children’s mouths. If I
+had not had a most retentive memory, I should have forgotten we were
+correspondents. I can put up with such a tardy, indifferent, reluctant
+correspondent when I myself set the example—but we ladies are so
+accustomed to attention from gentlemen that I can hardly bring myself to
+put up with your neglect. I have a thousand times determined to wait
+just as long before I answer your letters as you do before mine are
+noticed, and you have nothing to prevent—but, pshaw! I am only spending
+time to give you something to laugh at. I must honestly acknowledge,
+however, that your last letter was very _acceptable_, though I was
+piqued at your neglecting me so long. I wish I felt adequate to giving
+an opinion on your perfect character, but as I have told you before, I
+cannot _think_ when all is noise and confusion around me. But I have
+endeavored in vain to find fault with it. I am really sorry that your
+sentiments so perfectly coincide with my own, for you have said all I
+think on the subject and much more than I could have expressed,
+therefore I am compelled to assent to all you have said. I am very glad
+we do not agree on every subject, for our letters would (mine I mean) be
+very unentertaining, indeed they have no merit to part with. I do not
+mean to send your perfect character away without a more intimate
+acquaintance. When I feel in a proper mood for it I will take it up and
+examine every quality separately. I have the outlines impressed on my
+mind, but I cannot refer to your letter for ’tis up in my trunk and I
+feel no disposition to leave the fire; with your permission I will lay
+it by till another time. In the meantime let us descend from these
+important discussions to the trifling occurrences of the day. With great
+satisfaction we at length behold the ground covered with snow, for we
+are almost freezing here; it has been impossible almost to obtain wood
+to keep us warm, and I declare I have thought a log-house and clay
+chimney—The bell rings—I must stop!—
+
+ Monday, Feb. 1, 1802, Portland.
+
+The sudden ringing of the bell last Monday stopt me in the midst of a
+very homely catalogue of blessings—’tis not worth finishing, and if it
+was I could not take up a broken sentence and finish it a week after it
+was begun. I have in vain attempted to finish this sheet, but I find I
+am entirely unfit to write. I hold my pen firm in my hand, look this
+side and that side, yet still cannot think. Scarborough—desolate, dreary
+Scarborough is the only place from whence I can write with ease,—nothing
+present engages my attentions, and I then have leisure to turn over the
+rubbish which I have collected from home—ponder on things past and
+anticipate those to come: ’tis something like dreaming,—we are
+insensible to everything around us,—the imagination is unchecked by the
+operation of our senses, and soars beyond the boundaries of reality.
+Pray read over this last half-page and see if you cannot tell how I
+feel, look, and act at this moment. If your penetration does not
+discover a something unlike my letters in general,—cold and studied—I
+will not—I cannot write, another post must pass and no letter, yet ’tis
+labor, ’tis pain to write thus.
+
+ Sunday, Feb. 8.
+
+To see the dates of this sheet one would immediately conclude that my
+ideas flowed periodically and that I had stated periods to “unpack the
+heart,” but ’tis because I cannot take my pen and write at the moment I
+feel an inclination,—not to defer it till a more convenient time when I
+most probably should feel indifferent about it. Now I am aware what you
+are about to infer from such a dull studied letter as this is,—The
+“seven days twice run” has put something into your head that ought not
+to be there, and you are laughing in your sleeve at the discovery. Now,
+I am not after the manner of our sex going to protest it is false—that
+there is no foundation for such a report, and counterfeit anger that I
+don’t feel, for these things always are viewed as a modest confirmation
+of the truth, and frequently are considered the greatest proof that can
+be brought. It is folly to give importance to such stories by appearing
+to feel interested, and the only way to destroy them is to hear and let
+them pass with perfect indifference; time will certainly show what is
+true and what is not, and the only method is to let them take their
+course, they will sink to oblivion if not fed by our own folly. I own
+’tis unpleasant to hear such things, but every girl must prepare herself
+for such vexations. It has one good effect—that of making us more
+circumspect in our conduct. I do not say I am not in love; if your
+penetration has not discovered that I _am_, neither will what I say
+convince you. How such a report came to you I do not know. I had hoped
+it would wither and die in the hotbed of scandal from whence it sprang.
+If you lived here you would not be surprised at any thing of the kind. I
+declare to you I don’t know the girl in town of whom the same is not
+said. The prevailing propensity this winter is _match-making_, and at
+the assemblies there is no other conversation,—such and such a one will
+make a match because they dance together,—another one is positively
+engaged because she does _not_ dance with him. If a lady does not attend
+the assembly constantly—’tis because her favorite swain is not a
+member,—if she does—’tis to meet him there: if she is silent, she is
+certainly in love; if she is gay and talks much, there must be a lover
+in the way. If a gentleman looks at you at meeting you are suspected, if
+he dances with you at the assembly it must be true, and if he _rides_
+with you—’tis “confirmation strong as proof of holy writ.” I am vext to
+have spent so much time on this subject, but I care nothing about it.
+’Tis well I have found something to fill my sheet, and had it not been
+for that lucky seven days twice over, I should not have finished it this
+month, and finishing now has been a _week’s_ work.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ To Mr. Moses Porter.
+
+
+ Sunday, Feb’y 14.
+
+Only think, Moses, I was from home when you passed thro’ town! I did not
+expect you so soon, altho’ you said you should return on Friday. I
+thought _something_ might detain you in Wiscassett longer than you
+expected; but you are one of those odd fellows which nothing can turn
+aside, no, not even the most sparkling pair of black eyes in the world
+could detain you a moment longer than you first intended,—what a
+philosopher in this age of gallantry to remain untainted! It will come
+at last, Moses. Belamy says there is as much a time for love as for
+death, and every one as surely one time or other will feel it. I expect
+to see you throw off the Philosopher and assume the man; one more trial
+and I will pronounce you invulnerable. For Miss T——, this one is
+reserved. I long to see how you will look when (to use a religious
+phrase) you are struck down. Pray write me as soon as you receive this
+and tell me about your journey; don’t wait as long as you commonly do.
+
+ Adieu.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ Portland, March 1, 1802.
+
+Such a frolic! Such a chain of adventures I never before met with, nay,
+the page of romance never presented its equal. ’Tis now Monday,—but a
+little more method, that I may be understood. I have just ended my
+Assembly’s adventure, never got home till this morning. Thursday it
+snowed violently, indeed for two days before it had been storming so
+much that the snow drifts were very large; however, as it was the last
+Assembly I could not resist the temptation of going, as I knew all the
+world would be there. About 7 I went down-stairs and found young Charles
+Coffin, the minister, in the parlor. After the usual enquiries were over
+he stared awhile at my feathers and flowers, asked if I was going out,—I
+told him I was going to the Assembly. “Think, Miss Southgate,” said he,
+after a long pause, “think you would go out to _meeting_ in such a storm
+as this?” Then assuming a tone of reproof, he entreated me to examine
+well my feelings on such an occasion. I heard in silence, unwilling to
+begin an argument that I was unable to support. The stopping of the
+carriage roused me; I immediately slipt on my socks and coat, and met
+Horatio and Mr. Motley in the entry. The snow was deep, but Mr. Motley
+took me up in his arms and sat me in the carriage without difficulty. I
+found a full assembly, many married ladies, and every one disposed to
+end the winter in good spirits. At one we left dancing and went to the
+cardroom to wait for a coach. It stormed dreadfully. The hacks were all
+employed as soon as they returned, and we could not get one till 3
+o’clock, for about two they left the house, determined not to return
+again for the night. It was the most violent storm I ever knew. There
+were now 20 in waiting, the gentlemen scolding and fretting, the ladies
+murmuring and complaining. One hack returned; all flocked to the stairs
+to engage a seat. So many crowded down that ’twas impossible to get
+past; luckily I was one of the first. I stept in, found a young lady,
+almost a stranger in town, who keeps at Mrs. Jordan’s, sitting in the
+back-seat. She immediately caught hold of me and beg’d if I possibly
+could accommodate her to take her home with me, as she had attempted to
+go to Mrs. Jordan’s, but the drifts were so high, the horses could not
+get through; that they were compelled to return to the hall, where she
+had not a single acquaintance with whom she could go home. I was
+distres’t, for I could not ask her home with me, for sister had so much
+company that I was obliged to go home with Sally Weeks and give my
+chamber to Parson Coffin. I told her this, and likewise that she should
+be provided for if my endeavors could be of any service. None but ladies
+were permitted to get into the carriage; it presently was stowed in so
+full that the horses could not move; the door was burst open, for such a
+clamor as the closing of it occasioned I never before heard. The
+universal cry was—“a gentleman in the coach, let him come out!” We all
+protested there was none, as it was too dark to distinguish; but the
+little man soon raised his voice and bid the coachman proceed; a dozen
+voices gave contrary orders. ’Twas a proper riot, I was really alarmed.
+My gentleman, with avast deal of fashionable independence, swore no
+power on earth should make him quit his seat; but a gentleman at the
+door jump’t into the carriage, caught hold of him, and would have
+dragged him out if we had not all entreated them to desist. He squeezed
+again into his seat, inwardly exulting to think he should get safe home
+from such rough creatures as the men, should pass for a lady, be secure
+under their protection, for none would insult him before them, mean
+creature!! The carriage at length started full of ladies, and not one
+gentleman to protect us, except our lady man who had crept to us for
+shelter. When we found ourselves in the street, the first thing was to
+find out who was in the carriage and where we were all going, who first
+must be left. Luckily two gentlemen had followed by the side of the
+carriage, and when it stopt took out the ladies as they got to their
+houses. Our sweet little, trembling, delicate, unprotected fellow sat
+immovable whilst the two gentlemen that were obliged to walk thro’ all
+the snow and storm carried all the ladies from the carriage. What could
+be the motive of the little wretch for creeping in with us I know not: I
+should have thought ’twas his great wish to serve the ladies, if he had
+moved from the seat, but ’twas the most singular thing I ever heard of.
+We at length arrived at the place of our destination. Miss Weeks asked
+Miss Coffin (for that was the unlucky girl’s name) to go home with her,
+which she readily did. The gentlemen then proceeded to take us out. My
+beau, unused to carrying such a weight of sin and folly, sank under its
+pressure, and I was obliged to carry my mighty self through the snow
+which almost buried me. Such a time, I never shall forget it! My
+great-grandmother never told any of her youthful adventures to equal it.
+The storm continued till Monday, and I was obliged to stay; but Monday I
+insisted if there was any possibility of getting to Sister’s to set out.
+The horse and sleigh were soon at the door, and again I sallied forth to
+brave the tempestuous weather (for it still snowed) and surmount the
+many obstacles I had to meet with. We rode on a few rods, when coming
+directly upon a large drift, we stuck fast. We could neither get forward
+nor turn round. After waiting till I was most frozen we got out, and
+with the help of a truckman the sleigh was lifted up and turned towards
+a cross street that led to Federal Street. We again went on; at the
+corner we found it impossible to turn up or turn, but must go down and
+begin where we first started, and take a new course; but suddenly
+turning the corner we came full upon a pair of trucks, heavily laden;
+the drift on one side was so large that it left a very narrow passage
+between that and the corner house, indeed we were obliged to go so near
+that the post grazed my bonnet. What was to be done? Our horses’ heads
+touched before we saw them. I jump’t out, the sleigh was unfastened and
+lifted round, and we again measured back our old steps. At length we
+arrived at Sister Boyd’s door, and the drift before it was the greatest
+we had met with; the horse was so exhausted that he sunk down, and we
+really thought him dead. ’Twas some distance from the gate and no path.
+The gentleman took me up in his arms and carried me till my weight
+pressed him so far into the snow that he had no power to move his feet.
+I rolled out of his arms and wallowed till I reached the gate; then
+rising to shake off the snow, I turned and beheld my beau fixed and
+immoveable; he could not get his feet out to take another step. At
+length, making a great exertion to spring his whole length forward, he
+made out to reach the poor horse, who lay in a worse condition than his
+master. By this time all the family had gathered to the window, indeed
+they saw the whole frolic; but ’twas not yet ended, for, unluckily, in
+pulling off Miss Weeks’ bonnet to send to the sleigh to be carried back,
+I pulled off my wig and left my head bare. I was perfectly convulsed
+with laughter. Think what a ludicrous figure I must have been, still
+standing at the gate, my bonnet halfway to the sleigh and my wig in my
+hand. However, I hurried it on, for they were all laughing at the
+window, and made the best of my way into the house. The horse was
+unhitched and again set out, and left me to ponder on the incidents of
+the morning. I have since heard of several events that took place that
+Assembly night much more amusing than mine,—nay, Don Quixote’s most
+ludicrous adventures compared with some of them will appear like the
+common events of the day.
+
+ March 12, 1802.
+
+William Weeks is going to Philipsburg[24] and thinks of returning by the
+way of Scarborough; if so, will leave this at our house, otherwise can
+return it to me. I have not yet seen Miss Jewett, but I hear she has
+returned. Did your Saco party come as you expected? Give my love to Miss
+Tappan, and tell her nothing but the fame of her beauty would carry this
+young man so many miles out of his way. I found he was very desirous of
+calling at our house, therefore wrote by him. Tell her she must answer
+for the mischief done by leading young men astray from their path. I
+will estimate the loss it will be to William:—he will ride 6 or 8 miles
+further than necessary,—fatigue his horse,—wear out his sleigh runners,
+and certainly be detained 3 hours. Now, as we know a gentleman’s time is
+much more valuable than a lady’s, it must be a real loss to him. 3
+dollars a day for posting books any common accountant would have; and
+allowing him but just so much, his loss would certainly amount to 4–6 on
+that score. I speak merely of the loss on the score of interest;—how
+deeply it may affect him otherwise may better be imagined from the
+ravages she has committed in Mr. Orr’s heart than from anything I can
+say. This short visit may derange all his reasoning faculties, and give
+a different hue to all his future prospects,—it may give him a disrelish
+for all amusements, and make him sigh for the calm serenity of domestic
+life,—to sum up all together—it may make him _in love_,—but I shall have
+no time to say anything else, if I run on with this any further.
+To-morrow I expect to go to Gorham,—return the same evening or Sunday
+morning. I am still at Mrs. Coffin’s, but shall return to Sister when I
+come from Gorham. We have had a number of pleasant parties this
+week,—Tuesday Mrs. Robert Boyd had a charming one. Wednesday had a large
+one here, and to-day all going to Capt. Robinson’s, where we expect to
+dance. To-morrow I go to Gorham. I wrote to Mamma requesting money to
+buy a lace shade,—I called to look at them again and the shopkeeper told
+me he was mistaken in the price, for it was 21 per yard instead of the
+whole pattern, which makes a vast difference. I, of course, think no
+more of lace shades, but I still think of some money, I have but 4 cents
+in the world, not enough to pay the postage of a letter, pray send me a
+little immediately. I shall send you a description of the Assembly—which
+I believe you may read to my Mother if you wish, ’twill amuse her I
+know. I wish you would look in the old desk among my papers and get a
+little Drawing book,—directions for drawing printed in a pamphlet, and
+give to William to bring over. I hope the snow will last till Mamma
+comes over and I return home, ’tis delightful weather. How do the
+daisies and jelly flowers? Mrs. Parker is going to give me some flower
+seeds. I hear frequent enquiries for you—when are you coming in town?
+Tell Miss Tappan I had the honor of dancing a voluntary dance with Mr.
+Orr at the last assembly,—he attracted much attention by his irregular
+expression—“The floor was very _unyielding_,” &c., &c. I did not tell
+you any one’s adventures but my own on that eventful night. Poor Mr.
+Orr, impatient to get home, plunged into the snow without waiting for a
+carriage, and unfortunately turning up street instead of down, got most
+to Mr. Vaughn’s before he discovered his mistake, and was obliged to
+turn round and worry his way back again, he was half dead when he got to
+his lodgings. Eunice Deering was tumbled over and when Mr. Little took
+her from the carriage[25].
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Portland, May 23, 1802.
+
+I receive your apology and am satisfied—’tis not the manner of making
+apologies I think most of, but that long dissertation on the subject
+continually obtrudes itself on your mind whenever you feel conscious an
+apology is necessary, but while I am convinced nothing but the fear of
+appearing inconsistent prevents your making these said apologies, I will
+not complain—let them come “edgeways” or any other way—so long as I am
+convinced you feel their necessity. But I have been pondering on your
+new plan of life, yet I confess it does not appear to me so delightful
+as to you, it sounds well,—tickles the fancy,—cuts a pretty figure on
+paper and would form a delightful chapter for a novel. Our novelists
+have worn the pleasures of rural life threadbare, every lovesick swain
+imagines that with the mistress of his heart he could leave the noisy
+tumultuous scenes of life and in the shades of rural retirement feel all
+the delightful serenity and peace ascribed to the golden age. The
+Philosopher and the Poet fly to this imaginary heaven with as much
+enthusiasm as the lover. Here, say they, we can contemplate the beauty
+and sublimity of nature free from interruption; here the reflecting mind
+can find endless subjects for contemplation! here all is peace and love!
+no discord can find a place among these innocent and happy beings,—they
+live but to promote the happiness of each other and their every action
+teems with benevolence and love. Yet let us judge for ourselves,—we all
+have seen what the pleasures of rural life are, and whatever Poets may
+have ascribed to it, we must know there is as much depravity and
+consequently as much discontent in the inhabitants of a country village
+as in the most populous city. They are generally ignorant, illiterate,
+without knowledge to discover the real blessings they enjoy by comparing
+them with others, continually looking to those above them with envy and
+discontent and imagine their share of happiness is proportioned to their
+rank and power. I am convinced that a country life is more calculated to
+produce that security and happiness we are all in pursuit of than any
+other, but those who have ever been accustomed to it have no relish for
+its pleasures, and those who quit the busy scenes of life, disgusted by
+the duplicity or ingratitude of the world, or oppressed by the weight of
+accumulated misfortune—carry with them feelings and sentiments which
+cannot be reciprocated. Solitary happiness I have no idea of, ’tis only
+in the delightful sympathies of friendship, similarity of sentiments,
+that genuine happiness can be enjoyed. Your mind is cultivated and
+enlarged, your sentiments delicate and refined, you could not expect to
+find many with whom you could converse on a perfect equality,—or rather
+many whose sentiments could assimilate with yours. Were I a man, I
+should think it cowardly to bury myself in solitude,—nay, I should be
+unwilling to confess I felt myself unable to preserve my virtue where
+there were temptations to destroy it, there is no merit in being
+virtuous when there is no struggle to preserve that virtue. ’Tis in the
+midst of temptations and allurements that the active and generous
+virtues must be exerted in their full force. One virtuous action where
+there were temptations and delusions to surmount would give more delight
+to my own heart, more real satisfaction than a whole life spent in more
+negative goodness, he must be base indeed who can voluntarily act wrong
+when no allurement draws him from the path of virtue. You say you never
+dip’t much into the pleasures of _high life_ and therefore should have
+but little to regret on that score. In the choice of life one ought to
+consult their own dispositions and inclinations, their own powers and
+talents. We all have a preference to some particular mode of life, and
+we surely ought to endeavor to arrive at that which will more probably
+ensure us most happiness. I have often thought what profession I should
+choose were I a man. I might then think very differently from what I do
+now, yet I have always thought if I felt conscious of possessing
+brilliant talents, the _law_ would be my choice. Then I might hope to
+arrive at an eminence which would be gratifying to my feelings. I should
+then hope to be a public character, respected and admired,—but unless I
+was convinced I possessed the talents which would distinguish me as a
+speaker I would be anything rather than a lawyer;—from the dry sameness
+of such employments as the business of an office all my feelings would
+revolt, but to be an eloquent speaker would be the delight of my heart.
+I thank Heaven I was _born_ a woman. I have now only patiently to wait
+till some clever fellow shall take a fancy to me and place me in a
+situation, I am determined to make the best of it, let it be what it
+will. We ladies, you know, possess that “sweet pliability of temper”
+that disposes us to enjoy any situation, and we must have no choice in
+these things till we find what is to be our destiny, then we must
+consider it the best in the world. But remember, I desire to be thankful
+I am not a man. I should not be content with moderate abilities—nay, I
+should not be content with mediocrity in any thing, but as a woman I am
+equal to the generality of my sex, and I do not feel that great desire
+of fame I think I should if I was a man. Should you hereafter become an
+inhabitant of Boyford I make no doubt you will be very happy, because
+you will weigh all the advantages and disadvantages. Yet I do not think
+you qualified for the laborious life farmers generally lead, and it
+requires a little fortune to live an independent farmer without labor.
+Rebecca would do charmingly, I know you are imagining her the partner of
+all your joys and cares,—of all your harmony and content, when you charm
+yourself with your description of rural happiness. With her you imagined
+you could quit the world and almost live happy in a desert. So may it
+be,—I know none but a lover could paint the sweets of retirement with
+such enthusiasm. ’Tis _my_ turn now to rail a little,—the world also has
+linked _you_ to a certain person, as firmly—nay, _more_ so than it ever
+did me; however I will not press so closely on this subject. I shall not
+expect that candid confession I made you,—as your feelings and mine are,
+I believe, entirely different on the two subjects. I want to ask you a
+question which you may possibly think improper, but if so, do not answer
+it.—Is Mary[26] really engaged to Mr. Coffin? I hear so from so many
+persons and in so decided a manner I cannot doubt. I would ask her, but
+in these things there is so much deception, there is no finding out,—but
+however, I think I should never deny such a thing when I once was
+engaged,—however, enough of this. I am now in Portland, shall return
+to-morrow to Scarborough where I shall be very happy to see you and
+Mary, so I depend on your bringing her over very soon. Adieu—dinner is
+ready and I have nothing to say worth losing it for, write me often—I
+shall be at home alone these two months to come,—remember you have it in
+your power to amuse and gratify.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+
+I hardly know what to say to you, Cousin, you have attacked my system
+with a kind of fury that has entirely obscured your judgment, and
+instead of being convinced of its impracticability, you appear to fear
+its justness. You tell me of some excellent effects of my system, but
+pardon me for thinking they are dictated by prejudice rather than
+reason. I feel fully convinced in my own mind that no such effects could
+be produced. You ask if this plan of education will render one a more
+dutiful child, a more affectionate wife, &c, &c., surely it will,—those
+virtues which now are merely practised from the momentary impulse of the
+heart, will then be adhered to from principle, a sense of duty, and a
+mind sufficiently strengthened not to yield implicitly to every impulse,
+will give a degree of uniformity, of stability to the female character,
+which it evidently at present does not possess. From having no fixed
+guide for our conduct we have acquired a reputation for caprice, which
+we justly deserve. I can hardly believe you serious when you say that
+“the enlargement of the mind will inevitably produce superciliousness
+and a desire of ascendancy,”—I should much sooner expect it from an
+ignorant, uncultivated mind. We cannot enlarge and improve our minds
+without perceiving our weakness, and wisdom is always modest and
+unassuming,—on the contrary a mind that has never been exerted knows not
+its deficiencies and presumes much more on its powers than it otherwise
+would. You beg me to drop this crazy scheme and say no more about
+enlarging the mind, as it is disagreeable, and you are too much
+prejudiced ever to listen with composure to me when I write on the
+subject. I quit it forever, nor will I again shock your ear with a plan
+which you think has nothing for its foundation either just or durable,
+which a girlish imagination gave birth to, and a presumptuous folly
+cherished. I fear I have rather injured the cause than otherwise, and
+what I have said may have more firmly established those sentiments in
+you which I wished to destroy. Be it as it may, I believe it is a cause
+that has been more injured by its friends than its enemies. I am sorry
+that I have said so much, yet I said no more than I really thought, and
+still think, just and true. I beg you to say no more to me on the
+subject as I shall know ’twill be only a form of politeness which I will
+dispense with. You undoubtedly think I am acting out of my sphere in
+attempting to discuss this subject, and my presumption probably gave
+rise to that idea, which you expressed in your last, that however
+unqualified a woman might be she was always equipt for the discussion of
+any subject and overwhelmed her hearers with her “clack.” On what
+subjects shall I write you? I shall either fatigue and disgust you with
+female trifles, or shock you by stepping beyond the limits you have
+prescribed. As I cannot pursue a medium I fear I shall be obliged to
+relinquish the hope of pleasing—of course of writing. Good night, I am
+sleepy and stupid. Morning. O, how I hate this warm weather, it deprives
+me of the power of using any exertion, it clogs my ideas, and I ask no
+greater felicity than the pleasure of doing nothing. I intended to amuse
+you with some of the trifles of the day, but I shall scarcely do them
+justice this morning. Friday night we had a ball,—the hall was decorated
+with much taste. ’Twas filled up for the _masons_. At the head of the
+room there was a most romantic little bower, four large pillars formed
+of green and interspersed with flowers, supported a kind of canopy which
+was arched in front, with this inscription—“Here Peace and Silence
+reign,” filled with a parcel of girls whining sentiment, and silly
+fellows spouting love, it produced a most laughable scene. The deities
+to whom it was dedicated withdrew from the sacred retreat, which was so
+profaned, and noise and folly reigned supreme,—so sweet a place,—so fine
+an opportunity for making speeches—’twas irresistible, even _you_ would
+have caught a spark of inspiration from the surrounding glories,—and
+felt a degree of emulation at the flashes of genius that blazed from
+every quarter. Invention was on the rack, the stores of memory were
+exhausted and folly blushed to be so outdone. Mr. Symmes sat down to
+overwhelm me with a torrent of eloquence, yet his compassionate heart
+often prompted him to hesitate that I might recover myself. Such stores
+of learning did he display, such mines of wisdom did he open to my view,
+that I gazed with astonishment and awe and scarce believed “That one
+small head could carry all he knew.” Mr. Kinsman with a countenance that
+beamed with benevolence and compassion gazed on all around, while a
+benign smile played round his mouth and dimpled his polished cheek, the
+laughing loves peeped from his eyes and aimed their never-failing
+darts—rash girl—too, too near hast thou approached this divinity—the
+poisoned dart still rankles in thy heart,—“The lingering pang of
+hopeless love unpitied I endure,” and feel a wound within my heart which
+death alone can cure. Monday night—You will easily perceive that I am
+obliged to write when and where I can, I have not quite so much leisure
+as when at Scarborough, and though in the very place to _hear news_, I
+have no faculty of relating what I hear in a manner that could interest
+you. Last evening I spent in talking scandal (for which God forgive me)
+but was too tempting an occasion to be resisted. I wish you were
+acquainted with some of the Portland ladies, I would then tell you many
+things that might amuse. But I dare not introduce you to them, lest I
+should entirely mistake their character, and that when personally
+acquainted with them you would be confirmed in your opinion of my
+wanting penetration in studying characters. Yesterday I spent with
+Martha, I wish you were acquainted with her, she is truly an _original_.
+I never saw one that bore any resemblance to her. She despises flattery
+and is even above praise, beautiful without vanity, possessing a refined
+understanding without pedantry, the most exquisite sensibility connected
+with all the great and noble qualities of the mind. She knows that no
+woman in America ever was more admired, she has received every attention
+which could be paid and yet is exactly as before she left Portland. The
+same condescension, the same elegance and unaffected simplicity of
+manners, the same independent and noble sentiments. Perhaps I am blinded
+to her faults, yet I think she deserves all I say of her, nay more, for
+she “outstrips all praise and makes it halt behind her.” They have
+determined to go to England, in two months at farthest they will leave
+America, not to return for 2 years,—two years! how many, many events
+will have taken place. Perhaps ere that I shall rest in the tomb of my
+fathers forgotten and unknown!! Perhaps oppressed with care and borne
+down with misfortune, I shall have lost all relish for life—all hopes of
+pleasure may have ceased to exist and the grave of time closed over them
+forever. I grow gloomy, I wish I could write anything, but I have never
+felt a relish for writing since I have been in Portland,—at home it
+supplies the place of _society_, but here I need no such substitute.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+Write by the post if you have no other opportunity, the players will
+commence acting next Wednesday.
+
+I believe it is the 28th.
+
+ Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.
+
+
+This letter is the last one written by Miss Southgate to her cousin
+Moses Porter. The following one from Dr. Southgate to his
+brother-in-law, Rufus King, who was then living in England, tells of the
+untimely death of his nephew, and its sad cause, July 26th, 1802.
+
+
+Our brother and sister Porter of Biddeford have lost their eldest son
+Moses. He dyed (sic) about fifteen days since of the yellow fever. He
+had a ship arrived from the West Indies. On her passage the _cook boy_
+dyed suddenly—the rest of the crew were none of them sick, but of those
+persons who went on board, five or six were taken with the yellow fever
+in about four days—none of whom lived more than four or five days. Moses
+is much lamented by his family and acquaintance—this month would have
+completed his law education. His talents, generous and amiable
+disposition formed a pleasing prospect etc. etc. Mrs. Porter’s health is
+_better_, better than I ever expected she would have enjoyed tho’ she is
+now only a feeble woman.
+
+ R. SOUTHGATE.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ Mr. E. HASKET DERBY of Salem Æt 28, 1794
+ From a miniature in possession of Dr. Hasket Derby of Boston.
+
+ ARTOTYPE, E BIERSTADT, N. Y.
+]
+
+
+ JOURNAL.
+
+ Tuesday, July 6th, 1802.
+
+Arrived in Salem, met Mrs. Derby at the door who received us joyfully.
+At tea-time saw the children, fine boys, very fond of Ellen and are
+managed by their Father with great judgment. How few understand the true
+art of managing children, and how often is the important task of forming
+young minds left to the discretion of servants who caress or reprove as
+the impulse of the moment compels them. Here are we convinced of the
+great necessity that Mothers, or all ladies should have cultivated
+minds, as the first rudiments of education are always received from
+them, and at that early period of life when the mind is open to every
+new impression and ready to receive the seeds which must form the future
+principles of the character. At that time how important is it to be
+judicious in your conduct towards them! In the evening Mr. Hasket Derby
+came in on his return from New York; he is a fine, majestic-looking man,
+tho’ he strikes you rather heavy and unwieldy on his first appearance;
+he says little, yet does not appear absent,—has travelled much, and in
+his manners has an easy unassuming politeness that is not the
+acquirement of a day.—Wednesday morning had an agreeable tete-a-tete
+with Ellen, talked over all our affairs: in the afternoon rode out to
+Hersey Derby’s[27] farm, about 3 miles from Salem; a most delightful
+place! The gardens superior to any I have ever seen of the kind;
+cherries in perfection! We really feasted! There are 3 divisions in the
+gardens, and you pass from the lower one to the upper thro’ several
+arches rising one above the other. From the lower gate you have a fine
+perspective view of the whole range, rising gradually until the sight is
+terminated by a hermitage. The summer house in the center has an arch
+thro’ it with 3 doors on each side which open into little apartments,
+and one of them opens to a staircase by which you ascend into a square
+room the whole size of the building; it has a fine airy appearance and
+commands a view of the whole garden; two large chestnut trees on each
+side almost shade it from the view when seen from the sides; the air
+from the windows is always pure and cool, and the eye wanders with
+delight and admiration over the extensive landscape below, so
+beautifully variegated with the charms of nature. Imagination luxuriates
+with delight, and as it plays o’er the beauties of an opening flower,
+imperceptibly wanders to the first principles of nature, its wonderful
+and surprising operation; its harmony and beauty. The room is ornamented
+with some Chinese figures and seems calculated for serenity and peace.
+’Tis like the pavilion of Caroline, and I almost looked around me for
+the music of the Guitar and books; but I heard not the tramplings of
+Lindorf’s horse, nor did I sing to hear the echo of his voice,—“Listen
+to love, and thou shalt know indifference or bless the foe;” certain it
+is, however, I thought of Caroline the moment I entered. We descended,
+and passing thro’ the arch, proceeded to the hermitage, which terminated
+the garden. It was scarcely perceptible at a distance. A large
+weeping-willow swept the roof with its branches and bespoke the
+melancholy inhabitant. We caught a view of the little hut as we advanced
+thro’ the opening of the trees; it was covered with bark,—a small low
+door, slightly latched, immediately opened at our touch. A venerable old
+man was seated in the centre with a prayer-book in one hand, while the
+other supported his cheek, and rested on an old table, which, like the
+hermit, seemed moulding to decay; a broken pitcher, a plate and tea-pot
+sat before him, and his tea-kettle sat by the chimney; a tattered
+coverlit was spread over a bed of straw, which tho’ hard might be
+softened by resignation and content. I left him impressed with
+veneration and fear which the mystery of his situation seemed to create.
+We returned to the house, which was neat and handsome, and from thence
+visited the Greenhouse, where we saw oranges and lemons in
+perfection,—in one orange tree there were green ones, ripe ones and
+blossoms. Every plant and shrub which was beautiful and rare was
+collected here, and I looked around with astonishment and delight; at
+the upper end of the garden there was a beautiful arbour formed of a
+mound of turf, which we ascended by several steps formed likewise of
+turf, and ’twas surrounded by a thick row of poplar trees which branched
+out quite to the bottom and so close together that you could not see
+through,—’twas a most charming place, and I know not how long we should
+have remained to admire if they had not summoned us to tea. We returned
+home, and Mr. Hasket Derby asked if we should not like to walk over to
+his house and see the garden,—we readily consented, as I had heard much
+of the house. The evening was calm and delightful, the moon shone in its
+greatest splendor. We entered the house, and the door opened into a
+spacious entry; on each side were large white marble images. We passed
+on by doors on each side opening into the drawing-room, dining-room,
+parlor, etc., etc., and at the farther part of the entry a door opened
+into a large, magnificent oval room; and another door opposite the one
+we entered was thrown open and gave us a full view of the garden below.
+The moon shone with uncommon splendor. The large marble _vases_, the
+images, the mirrors to correspond with the windows, gave it so uniform
+and finished an appearance, that I could not think it possible I viewed
+objects that were real, every thing appeared like enchantment,—the
+stillness of the hour, the imperfect light of the moon, the novelty of
+the scene, filled my mind with sensations I never felt before. I could
+not realize every thing and expected every moment that the wand of the
+fairy would sweep all from before my eyes and leave me to stare and
+wonder what it meant. You can scarcely conceive any thing more superb.
+We descended into the garden, which is laid out with exquisite taste, an
+airy irregularity seems to characterize the whole. At the foot of the
+garden there was a summer house, and a row of tall poplar trees which
+hid every thing beyond from the sight, and formed a kind of walk. I
+arrived there and to my astonishment found thro’ the opening of the
+trees that there was a beautiful terrace the whole width of the garden;
+’twas twenty feet from the street, and gravelled on the top, with a
+white balustrade round; ’twas almost level, and the poplar trees so
+close that we could only occasionally catch a glimpse of the house. The
+moon shone full upon it, and I really think this side is the most
+beautiful, tho’ ’tis the back one. A large dome swells quite to the
+chamber-windows and is railed round on top and forms a delightful
+walk,—the magnificent pillars which support it fill the mind with
+pleasure. We returned into the house; and on passing the mirrors I
+involuntarily started back at seeing so much company in the other room.
+We entered the drawing-room which is superb, furnished with blue and
+wood color. There was the Grand Piano, the most charming Instrument I
+ever heard. Mr. and Mrs. Derby, Mr. Hasket D., Frank Coffin and myself
+were the party, and I was requested to play, and took my seat at the
+Instrument, and had just begun playing, when a slight noise in the entry
+made me turn my head. A gentleman entered and was introduced as Mr.
+Grey; made a most graceful bow, took his seat, and I resumed my playing.
+We rose to depart, and Mr. G. accompanied us home. I was delighted with
+his conversation, which was sensible, unassuming, and agreeable. I
+scarcely saw his face, as there was no light.
+
+Thursday at home all day. In the evening walked in the garden. The
+evening was uncommonly fine. The moon shines brighter in Salem than
+anywhere else; here too is an elegant garden, full of fruit trees, the
+walks kept as nice as possible, and shaded on each side by plum trees;
+very handsome summer house where we sat an hour or two. Rambled in the
+garden all the evening, which was the finest I ever saw, so very light,
+that, as Shakespeare says, “’twas but the daylight sick, only a little
+paler.” There is something in a fine moonlight evening exquisitely
+soothing to the soul. I have felt as if I could melt away with the
+exquisite enthusiasm of my sensations. We were called into the house and
+found Mrs. West, a sister of Mrs. Derby’s; but more of her by-and-bye.
+Friday Dr. Coffin arrived, and Dr. Lathrop and Hasket Derby dined with
+us and set out for Boston.
+
+
+The following letter, written by Martha Coffin, Eliza’s most intimate
+friend, and descriptive of a visit that she paid to Salem, will be found
+of interest.
+
+ June 29, 1800.
+
+ My dear Ellen:
+
+I have never told you all about my visit to Salem. I passed my time as
+you may imagine very charmingly, and had I your pen or your talent at
+description I would endeavor to give you some ideas of the house, the
+gardens, and the farm; but it is _Impossible_.
+
+_The Hermitage_ more than answered my expectations. It is everything
+which we see described in novels, and which I thought was not to be
+found in reality.
+
+The garden beyond description beautiful, does indeed exceed anything of
+the kind I ever saw. Ten thousand different kinds of flowers from all
+quarters of the globe. Fruit of every kind in abundance. A delightful
+Summer house in the middle of the garden, furnished quite in the rural
+style; and from the chamber where they sometimes drink tea is the most
+beautiful prospect you can imagine.
+
+ M. COFFIN.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ Mrs. RICHARD DERBY. (Martha Coffin)
+
+ From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of Mrs. Peabody of Boston
+
+ ARTOTYPE, E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.
+]
+
+ Salem, July 14, 1802.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+I have just received my trunk with the letter and key. I perceive you
+have not received my letter by Mr. Jewett. Fear not, my dear Mother,
+tho’ gay and volatile in my disposition, I feel that I shall return home
+with the same sentiments with which I left it. True, I was in the midst
+of gaiety and splendor such as I never before witnessed, yet a something
+within whispers true happiness resides not here,—in this family all is
+calm contentment and peaceful pleasure. Mr. Derby is everything his best
+friends can wish him, and the whole family consider him as every thing
+good and benevolent; he truly is so, and appears one of the finest men I
+ever knew. How is Uncle Porter’s family? I cannot even now reconcile
+myself to the idea of leaving them so unexpectedly and so immediately,
+yet I know not how it could be avoided. I am in the midst of amusements
+and pleasure, they drive all melancholy reflection from my mind, but
+when alone, my feelings warmly pay a tribute to the merit of _our
+departed Moses_; yet I cannot,—do not realize, every thing contributes
+to make me think it a delusion, a mere dream; how is it possible I can
+realize it? Yet sometimes I feel it is, it must be true. How soon do we
+reconcile ourselves to the loss of the dearest friends; what would most
+distract us in anticipation we meet with calmness when it approaches;
+strange, unaccountable. I surely loved Moses with sincerity. I knew of
+no person so distantly connected whom I felt so interested in,—yet he is
+dead,—he is gone, and I can speak of it without emotion, and I am
+called. Adieu, I will write soon.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+
+ JOURNAL.
+
+ Saturday, July 11, 1802.
+
+We rode out, Ellen and myself, with the three boys, in a hack. Went to
+Danners—Parson Wadsworth’s, to see Mrs. Rickman’s children; took them in
+to ride; came down by the mills and went across to Hasket Derby’s
+farm,—all the cherries gone,—rambled about the gardens an hour and
+returned home,—charming ride; the country round Salem is delightful,
+altho’ ’tis situated rather in a plain, ’tis surrounded with beautiful
+hills, handsome trees, ponds, brooks, etc. We got home at dusk and found
+Mr. Coffin just returned from Boston. Mrs. Hasket Derby sent a great
+basket of cherries and her compliments, she would come over in the
+morning. I wished very much to see her, she had been gone 5 weeks to the
+Springs. I had heard Martha say much of her and wished much that
+to-morrow could come.
+
+Next morning—Sunday—went to Meeting. Mr. Dana of Marblehead preached;
+very devout, unaffected young man; saw not a soul I had ever seen
+before, excepting Mr. Grey; thought I should not have known him as I
+scarcely saw his face before. Found Mrs. Hasket Derby on my return, was
+disappointed in her personal appearance; instead of finding the elegant,
+majestic, beautiful creature my imagination had pictured, I beheld a
+little, short, plump woman dressed in black, a coarse complexion and
+anxious eyes, yet I had not been in her company an hour without
+confessing to myself she was the most agreeable, fascinating woman I
+ever saw. She continually pleases and delights you; she appears to live
+for others, nor ever bestows a thought upon herself, yet so perfectly
+unconscious of it, that it seems inherent in her disposition, and to
+flow without any effort. She planned parties of amusement as I was a
+stranger, and we fixed upon Friday for a fishing party to Nahant; sent
+to Boston for some to meet us. Monday a small party at Mrs. Derby’s came
+to tea. I rode in the chaise with Mr. Grey. Mrs. Grey and a Mr. White,
+an Englishman, in her carriage. Mr. Coffin and Miss Grey in another
+chaise,—Mr. and Mrs. Hasket Derby. We walked on a hill near the house,
+where we had the most extensive prospect I ever saw—the whole world
+seemed spread before us covered with the richly variegated carpet of
+nature. We returned home in the evening with a fine moon, and all went
+to Mr. Grey’s to spend the evening. Most charming time; treated with
+great attention by Mrs. Grey, who is, in my opinion, a fine woman,
+domestic, fond of her children, and never so happy as in contributing to
+their amusement, and possesses fine sense, animated, unceremonious, and
+agreeable.—Tuesday, Doct. and Mrs. Coffin and Mrs. Sumner came down from
+Boston; dined together, and all went to Hasket Derby’s farm in the
+afternoon. Mrs. Grey and Miss Bishop of the party; glad to see Miss
+Bishop—one of my old school-mates. Had a most charming ride; went in the
+carriage with Mrs. Grey. All returned to Mr. John Derby’s and spent the
+evening. William Grey and his father came in the evening; walked in the
+garden.—Wednesday, large party of gentlemen to dine with Doct. Coffin.
+In the afternoon all went to Mrs. Grey’s; danced in the evening. Miss
+Bishop plays and sings charmingly. Thursday, Doct. and Mrs. Coffin went
+home, and in the afternoon went to Mrs. Hasket Derby’s with a party;
+every thing elegant and pleasant. Friday to Nahant, fishing—Mr. and Mrs.
+Hasket Derby, Mr. and Mrs. John Derby, Mr. and Mrs. Hersey Derby, Miss
+Bishop, Mr. Grey, Mr. Coffin, and myself, Miss Heller, Mr. Prince, who
+looks very much like Horatio, and several others. Met there some smart
+Boston beaux,—Mr. Amory Parkman, Turner, etc., etc. Spent a most
+charming day; caught but few fish, and very warm, yet pleasant
+notwithstanding—set out for home just as the sun was setting. I returned
+in the chaise with William Grey, Frank with Miss Bishop,—rode 2 miles on
+the beach, the tide down, sun just setting; ’twas charming and
+delightful. Saturday went out to Hersey Derby’s farm to tea, went to the
+bathing house, summer house—and saw the Rumford[28] kitchen—elegant
+place, beautiful children,—rainy afternoon, we could not enjoy the
+pleasures of the country so well. Sunday—went to meeting and to tea with
+Mrs. Hasket Derby; met company from Boston,—two beaux, Mr. Lee and Mr.
+Davis. Monday—a party of young ladies at Mrs. Grey’s; danced in the
+evening, went home at eleven, spent half an hour at Hasket Derby’s on my
+way; Ellen was there. Tuesday—rode out with Mrs. Grey after dinner,
+returned and drank tea with Mrs. Lambert, found company at Ellen’s on my
+return—Mr. and Mrs. Hasket Derby, Hersey Derby and wife, Mr. Prince and
+wife,—Patty Derby that was—looks like old _Madame Milliken_[29] very
+much. Mr. and Mrs. Hasket Derby wish me to go to the Springs with them;
+know not what to do. Ellen says go by all means, never will have such
+another opportunity; she thinks my Father and Mother would not object if
+I had time to write them, which would be impossible, they go
+to-morrow—what shall I do? I must go over after breakfast, I will
+consult Mrs. J. Derby. I would not go for the world if I thought my
+Father or Mother would not be pleased. Mr. and Mrs. Derby go alone in
+their carriage. I must think of it.
+
+ Wednesday, Salem, July, 1802.
+
+What will you say, my Dear Mother, when you find I am gone with Mr. and
+Mrs. Hasket Derby to the Saratoga Springs? But I hasten to explain all.
+Mr. and Mrs. Derby were going in their carriage alone. Mrs. Derby says
+she never travelled without some lady, and urged my accompanying her. I
+thought ’twas only a compliment and treated it as such, but when I found
+she seriously wished it and her husband joined his influence, I began to
+think how it would do. I consulted Ellen and Mr. Derby, and they both
+thought I ought not to refuse an opportunity of seeing the country which
+perhaps may never again occur—a better one surely can never occur. To go
+with Mr. and Mrs. Derby is surely an advantage I can never hope to meet
+with again. Believe me, nothing would have induced me to think of going
+with them unless they had been very urgent. Ellen and Mr. Derby both say
+they doubt not you would approve the plan if you were here to consult.
+If I did not think so myself nothing would induce me to go—still I
+regret not having it in my power to wait an answer from you, but
+to-morrow afternoon we must set out. Ellen has lent me everything
+necessary for my journey,—indeed I can never repay her. She is the most
+generous being I ever saw. She has nothing in the house but is at my
+service,—all her handsome dresses she wishes me to carry, indeed
+everything that I can possibly want she has supplied me with. I am glad
+that I shall not be compelled to purchase anything that would be
+unnecessary after my return. I think I shall borrow some money of her,
+as it is impossible I can receive any from home, and if I do not need
+it, I need not spend it. You may assure yourself I shall remember to
+economise as much as possible. It seems as if Ellen and Mrs. Derby tried
+which should most oblige me. As I never determined to go till this
+morning, Mrs. Derby said ’twas impossible to make any new clothes, nay
+unnecessary, and insisted I should take any thing of hers I should want,
+but Ellen would not admit of that. I know not the route we shall take,
+but Mrs. Derby says we shall probably _go_ or _return_ thro’
+_Leicester_.[30] I shall be gratified very much at an opportunity of
+seeing our relations there. Ellen promises to write. I never was treated
+with more attention in my life. Ellen heaps me with favors, and now I
+have thought of this journey, she thinks she can’t do enough. I intend
+keeping a particular journal while I am gone, which you shall all peruse
+on my return. We shall probably be gone four or five weeks, as it is two
+or three hundred miles from here. When you write me direct your letters
+to Salem and Mr. Derby will forward them as he will know where we are.
+Has Octavia returned? tell her I shall leave my Salem journal to be sent
+to her the first opportunity. If I go thro’ Newport I shall endeavor to
+find out Miss Crary and Miss Clarke, and wish I had a letter from her.
+
+And now, my dear Mother, assure me you approve of my going and I shall
+have nothing to trouble me. My Father, I think, would not object to it
+if I could know his opinion. Mr. Grey (Wm. Grey) says he is sure he
+would not disapprove of it, if he knew in what good protection I was.
+By-the-bye, I have received every attention from Mr. Grey’s family, and
+Mrs. Grey is a remarkably fine woman. I rode out with her yesterday
+afternoon, and she sent for me to go to Wexham pond with her this
+afternoon; called to excuse myself and tell her of my projected journey;
+she regretted it as I was to have gone to Medford with her the next
+week, and she had planned several parties for me which would be
+frustrated; but she acknowledged I was perfectly right to go, and if
+’twas her daughter she should be much gratified at the opportunity. Mr.
+and Mrs. Derby say I must tell you they will take good _care_ of me and
+they shall take the full protection of me. Write me soon, or request my
+Father or Octavia; but pray if you disapprove, do not tell me till I
+return, ’twill be too late to alter or retract, and I should be wretched
+if I thought you disapproved my going,—do write, or ask my Father, I
+shall feel uneasy. My love to all friends, and believe me, with great
+affection, Your
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+
+ Francestown (New Hampshire),
+ July 26, 1802.
+
+ My dear Father:
+
+My letter in which I informed you of my intended journey, my motives for
+it, etc., you will receive before this, I therefore think it unnecessary
+to say any more, but rest with full confidence on the indulgent heart of
+an affectionate Father, who I trust knows my heart too well to think me
+capable of acting in opposition to what I know to be his wishes. We left
+Salem on Thursday evening and slept at Ten hills in Charleston,
+breakfasted in Webrion,[31] and dined in Betavia.[32] We had a fine view
+of the celebrated Middlesex canal, which in future ages must do honor to
+our country,—such monuments of industry and perseverance raise our
+opinion of our countrymen; it will be 25 miles in length when completed,
+running from Deckel[33] to Medford river,—the river of Concord supplies
+it with water, boats pass every day, and parties of pleasure are always
+sailing on it. In my journal I have been more particular, here I say but
+little as we are in a miserable tavern and the horses almost ready. I
+cannot tell you the route we are going,—Mr. Derby’s motive is to see the
+most pleasant part of the country that he has not seen before. From
+Bilusia we came through Chelmsford, Inigsborough where old Irving lived
+and Miss Pitts, now Mrs. Brimby, the heiress of his fortune has a most
+elegant tasty country house on the banks of the Merrimack—which forms a
+most beautiful scene in front of the house and gives a full view of the
+river in each direction,—more of this in my journal. We are on a new
+turnpike road, from Amherst to Dartmouth. We shall go up to Dartmouth
+College as ’tis wholly a jaunt of pleasure, and Mr. Derby is determined
+to be in no haste, to enquire everything worth seeing and not to mind 6
+or 7 miles from a direct road,—they are very attentive to me and have
+gone a mile from the direct road to show me something they had seen
+before. Mr. Derby has been such a traveller that he is now one of the
+most useful travelling companions in the world; his wife is the most
+engaging, unaffected, family woman in the world, and instead of feeling
+myself a burden to them, they make me feel of the utmost consequence. We
+passed thro’ several pretty villages on coming here—tho’ it is almost a
+new country, scarcely cleared up,—excepting a small village every 6 or 7
+miles; the most hilly, mountainous, woody country I ever was in,—here as
+I look round me I see nothing but enormous high hills, covered with
+trees and almost mingling with the clouds. One of them in
+particular—Francestown[34] is about 12 miles from Amherst, a number of
+pleasant houses and a very elegant meeting-house,—how different from our
+part of the country!—here, if there is but one handsome house in town
+there will be a meeting house. I have passed but one on my journey, in
+these new back places, but what was painted and a steeple! From
+Dartmouth we go down to Northampton and then to Lebanon Springs, then to
+Ballstown and Saratoga, and return by the way of New Haven, Hartford,
+etc. I shall have a fine opportunity of seeing the country on
+Connecticut River. Mr. Derby does not know the route he shall go, but
+shall depend on what he hears; we shall go thro’ a part of the States of
+Vermont, Connecticut, and New York, so that in our tour we shall be in 5
+different States. I shall write very often, and wish you, my Dear
+Father, to write me by the return of the mail, and direct to Pittsfield
+in Massachusetts,—or to Mr. John Derby in Salem. If we go thro’
+Leicester I shall find out our relations. Tell Octavia and Horatio I
+shall write them soon, but as I keep a particular journal which they
+shall all see, ’tis not so material. I hear the carriage—love to all.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+
+ Ballston Springs, August 22, 1802.
+
+ My Dearest Mother:
+
+I feel at this moment as if I could fly! so far from home, received no
+letters, yet at Albany I expect to find them, let me at least hope what
+’twill delight me so much to realize. I sometimes almost fear to receive
+a letter from home,—yet my indulgent Parents will pardon the liberty I
+took in coming this journey, as I trust they are convinced by my past
+life, that I would not for the universe act in opposition to what I knew
+they approved. I am convinced when you know Mr. and Mrs. Derby you will
+feel that I was both secure and honored in their protection. I cannot
+tell you half I owe them, never in my life was I treated with more
+affectionate attention. They appear as much interested in all I do as if
+I were their daughter. You know my heart, my dearest Mother, you know it
+never was insensible to the smallest favor, what then must be its
+sensation when it is thus overpowered by affectionate kindness. I long
+to convince them how much I feel, but words are inadequate. My Father
+has seen Mr. D., I wish he would write to him, I think it would be no
+more than just to thank him for the care he has taken of his daughter.
+It seems as if he had a right to expect something of the kind. They are
+the finest couple I know of, so different from what I expected to find
+them. I thought Mr. Derby a gay gallant man like Mr. Davis, but he is a
+plain, noble-hearted, sincere, generous man,—talks very little and one
+of the pleasantest dispositions in the world. In Mrs. Derby I thought to
+find a gay woman of fashion, but not a soul that ever knew her could
+help loving her. I never saw a person so universally beloved. We have
+been here at Ballston a fortnight to-morrow. It has been one continued
+scene of idleness and dissipation—have a ball every other night, ride,
+walk, stroll about the piazzas, dress,—indeed we do nothing that seems
+like improvement. But still I think there is no place where one may
+study the different characters and dispositions to greater advantage.
+You meet here the most genteel people from every part of our
+country,—ceremony is thrown off and you are acquainted very soon. You
+may select those you please for intimates, and among so many you
+certainly will find some agreeable, amiable companions. For a week we
+sat down at the table every day with 60 or 70 persons, to-day we were
+all speaking of the latter being very thin because we had only 40. There
+are as many more at the other boarding house, continually going and
+coming, and now there is scarcely 10 persons here that were here when we
+came. We went last week to _Lake George_, about 40 miles from here,—made
+up a party and went on Tuesday, breakfasted at _Saratoga_, where the
+Springs formerly most celebrated were, and dined about 14 miles this
+side the lake, at the most beautiful place I ever saw. Perhaps you have
+heard of Glens-Falls; they are said to exceed in _beauty_ the Falls of
+_Niagara_—tho’ in _sublimity_ must fall far short. I never imagined
+anything so picturesque, sublime and beautiful as the scenery around
+this enchanting place. The rocks on the shores have exactly the
+appearance of elegant, magnificent ruins, they are entirely of _slate_,
+and seem piled in regular forms with shrubs and grass growing in
+between. I looked around me for an hour and I every moment discovered
+something new to admire,—nothing could exceed the beautiful variety of
+the scenery. I left this elegant place with painful regret. About sunset
+we came in view of the _Lake_, it is a most beautiful sheet of water,
+Morse says 36 miles long and from one to 7 broad, full of beautiful
+Islands, 365 in all and of every size and shape. It is surrounded by
+very high hills and mountains rising one above the other in majestic
+grandeur. In the morning we went out to fish, sailed about 4 miles on
+the lake to a little Island where we went on shore,—nothing could exceed
+the beautiful grandeur of the prospect; we anchored off,—I found it very
+charming fishing, the water so perfectly transparent that we could see
+the fish swimming around the dock. Our first intention was to sail down
+the lake to Lake Champlain and visit the ruins of the fortifications at
+Ticonderoga, but some of our party dissuaded us from it. We saw the
+ruins of Fort George and the bloody pond—where so many poor wretches
+were thrown. We stopt on our return at the field where Burgoyne
+surrendered his army; it is now covered with corn and nothing to
+distinguish it from the surrounding fields; we returned by a different
+route, for 10 miles we rode directly on the banks of the Hudson river,
+nothing could be more delightful, our road wound with the river which
+was beautifully overhung with trees; we returned here Thursday night,
+found them dancing. I joined, and the next night we had a ball at the
+other house; there again I danced till 12 o’clock and the next morning
+got up quite sick,—to-day I am finely again and have made a resolution
+not to dance again whilst I stay here. This all think I can’t keep, but
+they shall see I can. Col. Boyd came here last week but went away while
+we were gone to Lake George—to Canada I believe. He says you had not
+heard of my coming when he left Portland, so he could tell me nothing
+new. We shall probably leave here on Tuesday or Wednesday, stay at
+Albany a few days and go to Lebanon again, perhaps to Williamston
+Commencement. We are engaged to spend the day at Mr. Rensselaer’s, the
+former L Governor, and one at Mr. Rensselaer’s—his brother, who is Mayor
+of the City. I know not how long ’twill be before we return to Salem,
+but I really begin to think of home with a great deal of anxiety. Tell
+Octavia I never go into the Ball room to dance without wishing for her;
+how delighted should I be if Horatio and Octavia were here with me! How
+charming will it be when I get home again! Believe me, my Dear Mother, I
+shall love home more than ever. I long to sit me down by the instrument
+some evening after the business of the day is over, with you, my Father,
+and all round me, or to hear Octavia sing and play. This scene of
+dissipation may please for a while by its novelty, but it soon
+satiates—no regular employment, I have never been in the habit of
+spending my time in idleness; and they say here that the Southern ladies
+seem more at home here than the Northern ladies and do not appear to
+think industry necessary to happiness. I hope to find many letters at
+Albany. I have kept a regular journal which will assist my memory in
+relating my adventures, when I return home again. I wrote Horatio last
+week and told him to send the letter home for you to read. I look
+forward to returning with the greatest pleasure. I suppose you are fixed
+upon a house and will move by the time I return, let me know as I am
+anxious to hear about it. Give my best love to all my friends and tell
+Octavia I have more to say to her than I can gabble in a month. Oh I
+long to get home again. I find no time to write, if I lock myself in my
+chamber I have so many knocks at the door—Miss Southgate go and walk—go
+down to the spring—somebody wants you below,—so many interruptions, ’tis
+almost impossible. After I retire for the night I am so tired and sleepy
+and my chamber is so hot, I _cannot_ write; ’tis Sunday to-day (tho’ all
+days are alike here) and I have determined I would write home. I wonder
+how it was possible for Martha to write so much,—I hear of her from all
+the Southern people, they all speak in raptures. Give my love to Mrs.
+Coffin and kiss all the children—Mamy particularly, what would I give to
+hear her open my door and run in this moment. Mrs. Derby says I get
+low-spirited when I write home, the only way is to think as little of it
+as possible whilst I am so far off. I shall write again from Albany,
+where I hope to find letters.
+
+ Ever your affectionate ELIZA.
+
+ To the care of Robert Southgate,
+ Scarborough,
+ (District of Maine.)
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ THE VAN RENSSELAER MANOR HOUSE
+]
+
+ Albany, August 8, 1802.
+
+Thus far, my dear Ellen, have we proceeded without any thing to mortify
+or disappoint us; I wrote you the night I arrived at Lebanon, the next
+morning the bell rang and we all assembled to breakfast; there were
+about thirty ladies, much dressed, looking very handsome, it seemed more
+like a ball room than a breakfasting room. We were the last that came
+in, and all eyes were fixed upon us. Lady Nesbert and the Allston family
+from Carolina were opposite. This daughter of Col. Burr is a little,
+smart-looking woman, very _learned_ they say, understands the dead
+languages—not pedantic, rather reserved—Lady Nesbert,[35] a most
+interesting woman, full black eyes with a wild melancholy expression and
+a voice so sweet and plaintive, you would think it melancholy music. I
+never heard her speak a dozen times since I have been here and rarely
+ever smile. Old Mrs. Allston, the mother, is a _sour-looking_ woman,
+nothing affable or condescending. Miss Allston, they say, is a romp,
+though her mother restrains her so much you would not suspect it. Old
+Mr. Allston[36] is affable and agreeable. We had likewise there a Mr.
+Constable[37] of N. Y.; has lived in great style,—very much the
+gentleman.
+
+Miss —— from N. Y. whom I mentioned in my last is a truly _fashionable_
+City Belle. She is a fortune, but I believe not of family. The Gentleman
+she calls her father and whose name she takes ’tis said was hired by a
+British officer, her real father, to marry the mother and adopt the
+daughter, and a very large sum was given him. He appears an abandoned
+old rake, pale and sallow. Oh! he is a horrid-looking object, in a deep
+consumption I imagine; she is very attentive. But, good heavens! Ellen,
+I had no idea of a fashionable girl before—one that devotes her whole
+attention to fashion. I have much to tell you when I return, about the
+Miss Ashleys’ french style of dress. Mr. and Mrs. Ransselear[38] left
+Lebanon the day before we did with Mr. and Miss Westelo,[39] Mr.
+Welsh,[40] the Miss Stevensons, and Miss Livingston the Albany
+Belle,—all belong to Albany. Mr. and Miss Westelo, Miss Beakman, and Mr.
+Ransselear, who is Mayor of the City, called last evening and we all
+went to walk—went into Miss Westelo’s and spent a charming hour; all
+returned with us, and we engaged to go to meeting with Mr. and Miss
+Westelo and take tea at the Mayor’s this afternoon. Mr. Westelo is going
+to Balston in company with us and a Mr. Kane[41] of N. Y. whom we met at
+the Coffee House—very genteel man. Another little lawyer from
+Litchfield, who came in from Lebanon with us, is likewise, on Monday; so
+we shall have a very pleasant party. Mr. Kane says I shall meet one of
+their genteelest N. Y. beaux at Balston, Mr. Bowne. I wonder if it is
+the same I have heard you mention. I shall find out. About eleven
+o’clock, or rather twelve, I was surprised by some delightful music, a
+number of instruments, and most elegantly playing “Rise! Cynthia! rise!”
+I jumped up and by the light of the moon saw five gentlemen under the
+window. To Mr. Westelo I suppose we are indebted. “Washington March,”
+“Blue Bells of Scotland,” “Taste Life’s glad moments,” “Boston March,”
+and many other charming tunes—played most delightfully. I have heard no
+music since I left Salem till this, and I was really charmed. The bell
+will ring soon and I must finish this after meeting.—Sunday afternoon.
+The dinner was brought on the table just as the bell rang for meeting,
+so that we were obliged to stay at home this afternoon, and tell Mr.
+Westelo and his sister, who called again for me, as Mrs. Derby did not
+go out, that I would go to Mrs. Ranselear’s after meeting. In the
+morning, Mr. Derby and myself went to the New Dutch Church with Mr. and
+Miss Westelo and sat with them next pew to the Patroon’s, whom you saw
+in Salem with his beautiful wife.
+
+After meeting, Mr. Westelo came with the Patroon and his wife to see us.
+She is really beautiful, dressed very plain; cotton cambric morning
+gown, white sarsnet cloak, hair plain, and black veil thrown carelessly
+over her head. They urged our dining there to-morrow, but Mr. Derby is
+determined to set out in the morning for Balston—the waters, all tell
+him, will be of great service—when we return we shall go and see them. A
+great number of elegant gentlemen are here in this house, many from N.
+Y., some going to the springs. Your Boston Mr. Amory and Mr. Lee would
+look rusty long side them. Hush, not a word!—Mr. Kane of N. Y., whose
+sister married Robert Morris, is here, will set out for the springs in
+company with us, Mr. Westelo and some others. We shall go to Lake George
+and probably make a party from Balston. Mrs. Derby has insisted on my
+wearing the sarsnet dress to-day as we shall drink tea at the Mayor’s,
+where the Patroon and wife will probably be. I am every moment reminded
+of your affectionate kindness, which I hope never to be insensible to.
+
+You wrote Mamma, I suppose. I have not received a line from anybody;
+shall depend on finding letters at Pittsfield or Lebanon; do write me
+everything. I have so much to tell you that I cannot write. Mrs. Derby,
+I cannot tell you how much I owe her. She treats me with so much
+affection, and she says she believes Mr. Derby feels as much interest in
+me as if I were his daughter—wishes everything I wear should be
+becoming, and indeed they both treat me with all the attention and
+affection my most sanguine expectation could desire. I do not wish to be
+treated with more affection; think then, dear Ellen! how sensibly I must
+feel it, how gratifying to my feelings. I can never forget the
+obligation I owe to you and them. My best love to your husband; tell him
+when I return I shall have a whole world of news for him. I long to hear
+from you, do write soon. At Balston I will write again. Many people will
+be talking about my going this journey; many will censure me perhaps; if
+you, dear Ellen, should hear any of their ill-natured remarks you could
+not do me a greater favor than to vindicate my conduct. I have never for
+one moment since I left Salem regretted I came. The affectionate
+attention of Mr. and Mrs. Derby delights my very heart, ’twas more than
+I had a right to expect. I have received much delight in this tour, seen
+much elegant company, variety of character and manners. I am sensible it
+will be a source of great improvement, as well as pleasure. I shall have
+seen that style and splendor, which has so many magic charms when viewed
+at a distance, divested of its false place, we find it mingled with as
+many pains as any other situation in life, nay, more poignant pain. I
+feel that I shall not be at all injured by this life; though I enjoy
+myself highly and mingle with these people with much delight, I shall
+return happy and content. Mr. Derby is quite unwell, has taken nothing
+but milk since we left Salem, his stomach refuses everything else. I
+have strong hopes that the Balston waters will have a good effect.
+Everyone tells him so. A gentleman just from Balston says there is a
+great deal of company at the Springs, dance every other night. If the
+waters agree with Mr. Derby we shall stay a week or ten days. I have
+written home a number of times, which together with my journal take up
+all my leisure time, and that is stolen from the hrs. devoted to sleep.
+I would give anything for one line from you this moment. How delighted I
+shall be when I return! Any news from Martha? If any letter arrives for
+me send it on to Pittsfield. How charming it would be if we were all
+together going to the Springs! I have not time to write anything about
+Albany fine society—I believe full of Dutch houses. Adieu, love to all
+friends.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ Mrs. Eleanor Coffin.
+
+
+ Salem, September 9, 1802.
+
+ My Dearest Mother:
+
+Once more I am safe in Salem and my first thoughts turn toward home. I
+arrived last night. The attention I have received from Mr. and Mrs.
+Derby has been of a kind that I shall look forward with delight to a
+time when I may be able to return it as I wish. I am in perfect health
+and spirits and have enjoyed the journey more than I can express to you.
+I don’t know that I have had an unpleasant hour since I have been gone,
+and what is still more pleasing, I look back on every scene without
+regret or pain. At Leicester I went to Uncle Southgate’s, and Cousin
+William helped me into the carriage when I left the tavern the next
+morning. We did not return thro’ North-Hampton, and I consequently
+missed seeing Aunt Dickenson. I regret it extremely, but Mr. Derby was
+in such haste to return, that he left us at Worcester and took the
+stage. I therefore could not say a word of Hadley. I found two letters
+from Octavia on my return here; felt really grieved at Eliza Wait’s
+death; she must feel it sensibly as they were such intimate friends, yet
+time blunts the sharp pangs of affection, and when I return she will
+feel that happiness has only fled for a while to make its return more
+delightful. I have received more attentions at the Springs than in my
+whole life before, I know not why it was, but I went under every
+advantage. Mr. Derby is so well known and respected, and they are such
+charming people and treated me with so much affection, it could not be
+otherwise! Among the many gentlemen I have become acquainted and who
+have been attentive, one I believe is serious. I know not, my dearest
+Mother, how to introduce this subject, yet as I fear you may hear it
+from others and feel anxious for my welfare, I consider it a duty to
+tell you all. At Albany, on our way to Ballston, we put up at the same
+house with a _Mr. Bowne_ from New York; he went on to the Springs the
+same day we did, and from that time was particularly attentive to me; he
+was always of our parties to ride, went to Lake George in company with
+us, and came on to Lebanon when we did,—for 4 weeks I saw him every day
+and probably had a better opportunity of knowing him than if I had seen
+him as a common acquaintance in town for years. I felt cautious of
+encouraging his attentions, tho’ I did not wish to _discourage_
+it,—there were so many _New Yorkers_ at the Springs who knew him
+perfectly that I easily learnt his character and reputation; he is a man
+of _business_, uniform in his conduct and _very much respected_; all
+this we knew from report. Mr. and Mrs. Derby were very much pleased with
+him, but conducted towards me with peculiar _delicacy_, left me entirely
+to myself, as on a subject of so much importance they scarcely dared
+give an opinion. I left myself in a situation truly embarrassing. At
+such a distance from all my friends,—my Father and Mother a perfect
+stranger to the person,—and prepossessed in his favor as much as so
+short an acquaintance would sanction,—his conduct was such as I shall
+ever reflect on with the greatest pleasure,—open, candid, generous, and
+delicate. He is a man in whom I could place the most unbounded
+confidence, nothing rash or impetuous in his disposition, but weighs
+maturely every circumstance; he knew I was not at liberty to encourage
+his addresses without the approbation of my Parents, and appeared as
+solicitous that I should act with strict propriety as one of my most
+disinterested friends. He advised me like a friend and would not have
+suffered me to do anything improper. He only required I would not
+discourage his addresses till he had an opportunity of making known to
+my Parents his character and wishes—this I promised and went so far as
+to tell him I approved him as far as I knew him, but the decision must
+rest with my Parents, their wishes were my law. He insisted upon coming
+on immediately: that I absolutely refused to consent to. But all my
+persuasion to wait till winter had no effect; the first of October he
+_will come_. I could not prevent it without a positive _refusal_; this I
+felt no disposition to give. And now, my dearest Mother, I submit myself
+wholly to the wishes of my Father and you, convinced that my happiness
+is your warmest wish, and to promote it has ever been your study. That I
+feel deeply interested in Mr. Bowne I candidly acknowledge, and from the
+knowledge I have of his heart and character I think him better
+calculated to promote my happiness than any person I have yet seen; he
+is a firm, steady, serious man, nothing light or trifling in his
+character, and I have every reason to think he has well weighed his
+sentiments towards me,—nothing rash or premature. I have referred him
+wholly to you, and you, my dearest Parents, must decide. Octavia
+mentioned nothing about moving, but I am extremely anxious to know how
+soon we go into Portland and what house we shall have. Write me
+immediately on the subject, and let me know if you approve my conduct.
+Mr. Bowne wishes me to remain here until he comes on and then let him
+carry me home: this I objected to, but will depend on your advice. I
+shall be obliged to stay a few weeks longer,—Harriet Howards expects me
+a week in Cambridge, Mrs. Sumner a week in Boston, and Mrs. Hasket Derby
+another week. I am now with Ellen and shall stay till Mrs. Coffin comes
+up, then according to promise go to Mrs. Lucy Derby’s. I feel extremely
+anxious to hear you have moved into town, and shall most probably be
+here until then; write me immediately. If you wish any furniture, Mrs.
+Sumner will assist me in purchasing whatever you wish. I mentioned in my
+letter, when I set out on this journey I borrowed 15 dollars of Ellen; I
+wish you to send it to me immediately after receiving this, if you have
+not already sent it. I shall likewise stand in need of a little, as I
+have unavoidably incurred many expenses in this journey which I should
+not otherwise have done. Mr. Derby has loaded me with obligations, all
+my expenses he defrayed as if I was his daughter, and in such a manner
+as endears him more than I can express. You cannot imagine how
+interested they both are in the subject I have been writing you upon,—my
+nearest friends cannot feel more, they have witnessed the whole
+progress, and if you knew them, would be convinced they would not have
+let me act improperly, they both approve my conduct. I wish my Father
+would write to Mr. Derby and know what he says of Mr. B.’s character. I
+don’t know but ’tis a subject too delicate to give his opinion, but I
+can conceive that my Father might request it without any impropriety;
+and do, my Dear Mother, beg him to say any thing in his power to
+convince him that we all feel sensibly their great attention to me. You
+know not how anxious I feel for my Father to write him something of that
+kind, not that they appear to expect it, but on the contrary insist that
+they have been more obliged than I have, and really seem to think so;
+but this rather strengthens than lessens the obligation, nothing should
+have induced me to receive such from people who felt they were
+conferring favors. I long to hear when we move into Portland, _do_ write
+me. My best love to Horatio and Octavia, and tell them I shall write as
+soon as possible. I found a large packet of 5 sheets from Martha, dated
+Paris, June 28th; tells me every thing, speaks almost in raptures of
+Buonaparte, says Uncle Rufus has a little son[42] about 12 years old at
+school there, one of the finest boys she ever saw. I find most of the
+Southern people whom we met at the Springs, think Uncle Rufus stands as
+good a chance of being President as any one spoken of. I have listened
+for hours to his praises when not one knew how much I was interested; it
+was known from Mrs. Derby I was his niece, and it really gave me great
+consequence. I thought of Mrs. Dewitt and laughed. Judge Sedgwick told
+me had letters from him as late as June, and that he was determined on
+returning in the Spring. I long to hear from home. My love to all my
+friends, and believe me, with every sentiment of _duty_ and _affection_,
+
+ Your daughter ELIZA.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ Mr. WALTER BOWNE
+
+ From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of W. B. Lawrence
+
+ ARTOTYPE. E BIERSTADT, N. Y.
+]
+
+
+Martha sent me a most elegant Indispensable, white lutestring spangled
+with silver, and a beautiful bracelet for the arm made of her hair; she
+is too good—to love me as she says, more than ever.
+
+ Portland, Nov. — Friday, — 1802.
+
+Mr. Davis is going on to Boston and will have a letter for you. I am
+delighted to hear that Mamma is better. I send you some of Miss Homer’s
+wedding cake; married on Monday. You say Rufus Emerson has returned and
+tells them a great many stories; when you write next tell me what he
+says, and where he heard, and all about it, for everything interests me.
+Mr. Bowne has not arrived, I am out of all patience, cannot imagine what
+detains him,—4 weeks to-morrow since he took Mr. Codman’s letter. These
+Quakers are governed by such a _slow spirit_—I wish the deuce had them.
+I shall be really uneasy if he don’t come soon. I want some _money_, my
+last dollar I gave Horatio to buy Mamma’s _oranges_. I have written to
+Mrs. Derby to buy me a _winter gown_; in her last she says she has
+bought it but does not mention the price. I wish the money to send to
+her soon as I hear; a little likewise for occasional expenses, ’tis not
+pleasant to be without. I have been in but one party since Mamma’s
+sickness; shall certainly not go out more than I can possibly avoid.
+Mrs. Derby is quite out at Mr. B.’s not coming. I’ll not be so
+ungenerous as to condemn him without giving an opportunity of
+vindicating himself, some circumstances I know not of may detain him.
+All our friends are well. Send me the money as soon as possible; and
+don’t forget to tell particularly what Rufus says, whom he saw, what
+they told him, and when he heard all. In some cases trifles acquire
+importance—mole hills become mountains. Adieu.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+Love to Mamma, and tell her I am out of all patience.
+
+ Miss Octavia Southgate.
+
+
+ Boston, May 30, 1803.
+
+ Here we are, my dear Octavia, at Mrs. Carter’s Boarding House, and
+ tho’ we have endeavored to keep ourselves as much out of the way as
+ possible, a great many people have called to pay their respects to Mr.
+ and Mrs. Bowne. The first person we met driving thro’ Salem was Mr.
+ _Lee_ just coming in town; he bowed very low and pass’d. We went to a
+ public house and had not been there 3 minutes before Mr. Lee came in
+ determined to be the first to call on us; he shook hands very
+ cordially, congratulated us, and went with us up to Ellen’s. We
+ promised to drive with Ellen, and went to see Mrs. H. Derby; spent a
+ charming hour and returned to Ellen’s, dined, and all went to Lucy
+ Derby’s to tea, Mr. Lee and a dozen others. Mr. Bowne and myself
+ called on Mrs. Grey, and after a very pleasant day returned to Ellen’s
+ and stayed the night, and the next morning, which was Wednesday, came
+ into Boston,—’twas _election day_ and all the world was in motion. I
+ could not bear to come to Mrs. Carter’s, but Mr. Bowne thought he
+ ought to. Mr. Lee got to Boston as soon as we did and came immediately
+ to see us and offer his services; he has been here again this morning
+ and is going to ride into the country with us to show us some fine
+ seats. Doctor Boice, Mr. Davis, Mr. Cabot, Charles Bradbury, Tom
+ Coffin and a dozen other gentlemen, whose names I have forgot, and who
+ came with the Miss Lowells and Miss Russells. We have prevented all
+ invitations on, by constantly saying we were going out of town
+ immediately. Mr. Lee insisted, when I expressed a wish to see Miss
+ _Wyre_, on letting her know I was in town,—he went and she came
+ immediately back. I was very glad to see her and she appeared so
+ herself at seeing me. Some ladies and gentlemen came in; and after
+ they were gone, Alicia, Mr. B. and myself went a-shopping;—the
+ fashions for bonnets, Octavia, are very ugly; Alicia had a large,
+ white glazed cambric one made without pasteboard. But I have not told
+ you how Gen. Knox[43] found us out at Newburyport. We always kept by
+ ourselves, but in passing the entry Gen’l Knox, who had just come in
+ the stage, met Mr. B. and asked where he was from—(Mr. Bowne kept here
+ with Mrs. Carter when Gen’l Knox was here last winter); he told him
+ from the Eastward.—Alone?—no.—Who is with you?—_Mrs. Bowne._ So plump
+ a question he could not evade, so the General insisted on being
+ introduced to the bride. I was walking the room and reading, perfectly
+ unsuspicious, when the opening of the door and Mr. Bowne’s
+ voice—“Gen’l Knox, my love,” quite roused me; he came up, took my hand
+ very gracefully, pres’t it to his lips and begged leave to
+ congratulate me on the event that had lately taken place. After a few
+ minutes’ conversation—“And pray, sir,” said he, turning to Mr.
+ Bowne—“when did this happy event take place?” I felt my face glow, but
+ Mr. Bowne, always delicate and collected, said—“’Tis not a fortnight
+ since, Sir.” The stage drove to the door, and after hoping to see us
+ at Mrs. Carter’s he took his leave, and this morning—(he was out all
+ day yesterday)—I found him waiting in the breakfast room to see me. He
+ introduced me to General Pinckney[44] and his family from
+ Carolina,—Gen’l Pinckney, they say, is to be our next President. “_Mr.
+ Bowne_,” said Gen’l Knox to Gen. P., “has done us the honor to come to
+ the District of Maine for a bud to transplant in New York.” He was
+ very polite and said “he must find us out in New York.” Only think, I
+ never thought of the _wedding-cake_ when I was at Salem. You would
+ laugh to hear “_Mrs. Bowne_” and “Miss Southgate” all in a breath—“How
+ do you do, Miss Southgate?”—“I beg pardon, _Mrs. Bowne_,” and do it on
+ purpose I believe; when I hear an old acquaintance call me “Mrs.
+ Bowne” it really makes me stare at first, it sounds so very odd. Mr.
+ B. will be in, in a moment—and if I don’t seal my letter, he will
+ insist on seeing it, so love to all. I depend on finding letters at
+ New Haven. I have a thousand things to say,—(some ladies enquire for
+ Mrs. Bowne, so says the servant,—I’ll tell you who they are when I
+ come up,)—Mrs. Bartlett and Alicia; they insist on our taking tea and
+ spending the evening; we promised if we did not leave town after
+ dinner that we would. Adieu, adieu. Mr. Bowne sends a great deal of
+ love.
+
+ Your affectionate sister,
+ ELIZA BOWNE.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ THE LYMAN PLACE—WALTHAM
+]
+
+ New Haven, June 1, 1803.
+
+ Your letter, my dear Octavia, was the first thing to welcome me on my
+ arrival at this City. I cannot describe to you my sensations when it
+ came. I can rarely think of home without more pain than pleasure, and
+ yet if there is a being on earth perfectly _blest_ ’tis your sister
+ Eliza. How infinitely more happy than when I left you. You cannot
+ imagine how delightful has been our journey. We have stop’t at every
+ pleasant place, enjoyed all the beauties of the Spring in the richest
+ and most luxuriant country I ever saw. I wrote you last from
+ Boston.—The afternoon following Mr. Lee called to accompany us a few
+ miles out of town; he had requested Mr. Lyman’s permission to go out
+ to his seat in Waltham that Mr. Bowne and myself might have an
+ opportunity to see it, as it is the most beautiful place round Boston.
+ We set out about 4 o’clock—had a most charming ride. Mr. Lee was
+ remarkably sociable, attentive and polite, both to Mr. Bowne and
+ myself. He talks just as sociably, and called me “Miss Southgate” and
+ “Mrs. B.” all in a breath as fast as he could talk. I have no time to
+ tell you of this elegant place of Mr. Lyman’s, great taste in laying
+ out the grounds. It surpasses everything of the kind I ever saw;
+ beautiful serpentine river or brook thickly planted with trees, and
+ elegant swans swimming about—you can’t imagine—’twas almost like
+ enchantment. After Mr. Lee had gathered me a bouquet large enough to
+ supply a ballroom—of the most elegant and rare flowers,—full blown
+ roses—buds—everything beautiful, we jumped into the carriage, he shook
+ us cordially by the hand, wished us every happiness, and hoped to see
+ us in New York ere long. Sunday morning we got to Springfield, stayed
+ the day, it recalled so many pleasing sensations. When we parted
+ there—how different were our feelings—our happiness was augmented by
+ the contrast. From Springfield to Hartford was charming; much pleased
+ with Hartford, stayed a day and night there. From Hartford to New
+ Haven is the most elegant ride you can possibly imagine,—a fine
+ turnpike about 30 miles, and such a picturesque, rich, luxuriant
+ country, such variety and beauty—oh ’twas charming! Mr. Bowne is
+ waiting for me this full hour to walk in the Mall,—What shall I do, he
+ hurries so? Well, I never saw a place so charming as New Haven; we
+ have been all over it,—visited the College, everything, and I give it
+ the preference to any place I know of—a particular description I
+ defer. I have no time to say a word of your letter; write me
+ immediately on receiving this to New York, where we shall be on
+ Saturday. Mr. Bowne’s best love with mine to all the family. Adieu—I
+ have ten thousand things more to say but can’t. Write me immediately.
+
+ Ever your affectionate
+ ELIZA BOWNE.
+
+ New York, June 6, 1803.
+
+ I sit down to catch a moment to tell you all I have to before another
+ interruption. I have so much to say, where shall I begin—my head is
+ most turned, and yet I am very happy; I am enraptured with New York.
+ You cannot imagine anything half so beautiful as _Broadway_, and I am
+ sure you would say I was more romantic than ever if I should attempt
+ to describe the Battery,—the elegant water prospect,—you can have no
+ idea how refreshing in a warm evening. The gardens we have not yet
+ visited; indeed we have so many delightful things ’twill take me
+ forever; and my husband declares he takes as much pleasure in showing
+ them to me as I do in seeing them; you would believe it if you saw
+ him. Did I tell you anything of Brother John? handsome young man,
+ great literary taste; he is one of the family; nothing of the
+ appearance of a Quaker. Mrs. King, another sister, they all say looks
+ like me. Mrs. Murray, who is very sick now, has a daughter, a
+ charming, lively girl, about 19, and the little witch introduced me in
+ a laughing way last night to some of her friends as _Aunt Eliza_. I
+ protest against that; her brother Robert 17 years old too; I
+ positively must declare off from being Aunt to them. Caroline and I
+ went a-shopping yesterday, and ’tis a fact that the little white satin
+ quaker bonnets, cap-crowns, are the most fashionable that are
+ worn—lined with pink or blue or white; but I’ll not have one, for if
+ any of my old acquaintance should meet me in the street they would
+ laugh, I would if I were them. I mean to send sister Boyd a quaker
+ cap, the first tasty one I see; Caroline’s are too plain, but she has
+ promised to get me a more fashionable pattern. ’Tis the fashion. I see
+ nothing new or pretty,—large sheer muslin shawls put on as Sally Weeks
+ wears hers are much worn, they show the form thro’ and look pretty;
+ silk nabobs, plaided, colored and white, are much worn, very short
+ waists, hair very plain. Maria Denning has been to see me, I was very
+ happy,—several spring acquaintance. Expect Eliza Watts and Jane every
+ moment, they did not know where I was to be found. Last night we were
+ at the play—“The way to get married.” Mr. Hodgkinson[45] in _Tangent_
+ is inimitable. Mrs. Johnson a sweet, interesting actress in Julia, and
+ Jefferson,[46] a great comic player, were all that were particularly
+ pleasing; house was very thin so late in the season. Mr. and Mrs.
+ Codman[47] came to see me. I should have known her in a moment from
+ her resemblance to Ellen and the family,—appeared very happy to see
+ me,—Mr. Codman was happy, Mrs. Codman would now have somebody to call
+ her friend, etc., etc. Maria Denning told me Uncle Rufus [King] was
+ expected every day; we have such contradictory accounts, we hardly
+ know what to believe. As to housekeeping, we don’t begin to talk
+ anything of it yet. Mr. Bowne says not till October, however you shall
+ hear all our plans. I anticipate so much happiness; I am sure if any
+ body ought to I may. My heart is _full_ sometimes when I think how
+ much more blest I am than most of the world. At this moment there is
+ not a single circumstance presents itself to my mind that I feel
+ unpleasant to reflect on: the sweet tranquillity of my feelings—so
+ different from any thing I ever before felt—such a confidence—my every
+ feeling reciprocated and every wish anticipated.—I write to you what
+ would appear singular to any other.—You can easily imagine my
+ feelings.—I see Mr. B. now where he is universally known and
+ respected, and every hour see some new proof how much he is honored
+ and esteemed here; the most gratifying to the heart you can imagine,
+ cannot but make an impression on mine. We talk of you when we get to
+ housekeeping, how delightful ’twill be—what a sweet domestic circle!—I
+ must leave you; Caty says—“Mrs. Walter (for so the servants call me to
+ distinguish), a gentleman below wishes to see you.” Adieu. Who can
+ this said gentleman be?
+
+ Mr. Rodman was below, whom I saw at the Springs, and for these two
+ hours there has been so many calling I thought I should never get up
+ to finish my letter. Mrs. Henderson,[48] whom I mentioned to you as
+ one of the most elegant women in New York, and Maria Denning, her
+ sister, came in soon after. Engaged to Mrs. Henderson’s for Friday.
+
+ Thursday Morning:—I have been to two of the Gardens, Columbia,[49]
+ near the Battery, a most romantic beautiful place; ’tis enclosed in a
+ circular form and little rooms and boxes all around, with tables and
+ chairs, these full of company; the trees all interspersed with lamps
+ twinkling thro’ the branches; in the centre a pretty little building
+ with a fountain playing continually, the rays of the lamps on the
+ drops of water gave it a cool sparkling appearance that was
+ delightful. This little building, which has a kind of canopy and
+ pillars all round the garden, had festoons of colored lamps that at a
+ distance looked like large brilliant stars seen thro’ the branches,
+ and placed all round are marble busts, beautiful little figures of
+ Diana, Cupid, Venus, by the glimmering of the lamps, which are partly
+ concealed by the foliage, give you an idea of enchantment. Here we
+ strolled among the trees and every moment meet some walking from the
+ thick shade unexpectedly, and come upon us before we heard a sound,
+ ’twas delightful! We passed a box that Miss Watts was in; she called
+ us, and we went in and had a charming, refreshing glass of ice cream,
+ which has chilled me ever since. They have a fine orchestra and have
+ concerts here sometimes. I can conceive of nothing more charming than
+ this must be.
+
+ We went on to the Battery: this is a large promenade by the shore of
+ the North River; very extensive rows and clusters of trees in every
+ part, and a large walk along the shore, almost over the water, gives
+ you such a fresh, delightful air, that every evening in summer it is
+ crowded with company. Here too they have music playing on the water in
+ boats of a moonlight night. Last night we went to a garden[50] a
+ little out of town, Mount Vernon garden,—this too is surrounded by
+ boxes of the same kind, with a walk on top of them. You can see the
+ gardens all below; but ’tis a _summer playhouse_—pit and boxes, stage
+ and all, but open on top; from this there are doors opening into the
+ garden, which is similar to Columbia Garden, lamps among the trees,
+ large mineral fountain, delightful swings, two at a time,—I was in
+ raptures as you may imagine, and if I had not grown sober before I
+ came to this wonderful place ’twould have turned my head. But I have
+ filled my letter and not told you half—of the Park—the public
+ buildings,—I have so much to tell you, and of those that have called
+ on me—I have no room to say half. Yesterday Mrs. Henderson came again
+ to see me and brought two of my Aunt King’s most intimate friends to
+ introduce—Mrs. Delafield[51] and Miss Lucy Bull. Mr. and Mrs.
+ Delafield are Uncle and Aunt’s very intimate friends, she is called
+ the most elegant woman in New York. I was delighted with her and very
+ much gratified at Mrs. Henderson’s attention in coming again on
+ purpose to introduce them, they were so attentive, so polite, and Mrs.
+ Delafield said so many things of Aunt King, how delighted they would
+ be to find me settled near them, how much I should love them and
+ everything of the kind, that was very gratifying to me. Miss Denning
+ has been to see me 3 or 4 times; several invitations to tea, but we
+ declined as our family friends were visiting us this week. This
+ morning we go to make calls. I have got a list of names that most
+ frightens me. All our brothers and sisters say—“Why, Eliza does not
+ seem at all like a stranger to us,”—indeed I feel as easy and happy
+ among them as possible, which astonishes me, as I have been so
+ unaccustomed to Quakers, but their manners are so affectionate and
+ soft, you cannot help it. Mrs. King (sister) is a beauty—She would be
+ very handsome in a different dress; she looks so much like Alicia
+ Wyer, you would love her,—just such full sweet blue eyes, charming
+ complexion and sweet expression, and her little quaker cap gives her
+ such an innocent, simple appearance, I imagine Alicia with a quaker
+ dress—and you will see her exactly. Adieu. I am expecting to hear from
+ you every day. Mr. Bowne is out, would send a great deal of love if he
+ were here. Kiss dear little Mary and all the children. I never go by a
+ toy shop, or confectionery, without longing to have them here. Love to
+ all. Our best love to my Father and Mother, Horatio, Isabella and all.
+ I mean to write as soon as I am settled a little. Adieu.
+
+ Miss Southgate.
+
+ New York, June 18, 1803.
+
+ I am just going to set off for Long Island and therefore promise but a
+ short letter. I have a mantua maker here making you a gown which I
+ hope to have finished to send by Mrs. Rodman. The fashions are
+ _remarkably plain_, sleeves much longer than ours, and half
+ handkerchiefs are universally worn. At Mrs. Henderson’s party there
+ was but one lady except myself without a handkerchief,—dressed as
+ plain as possible, the most fashionable women the plainest. I have got
+ you a pretty India spotted muslin,—’tis fashionable here. _My husband_
+ sends a great deal of love, says we shall be travelling about all
+ Summer, settle down soberly in October, and depend on seeing you as
+ soon as we are at housekeeping. Sister Caroline has made Sister Boyd a
+ tasty quaker cap, which I shall send with the gown. How could you
+ mistake what I said of Caroline so much? Far from being “_stiff and
+ rigid_,” she is most affectionate, attentive and obliging,—nothing was
+ more foreign to my thoughts, and you must have taken your idea from
+ what I said of her dress, which, you may depend upon it, with quakers
+ is no criterion to judge by. I never was more disappointed in my
+ life—to find such a stiff, forbidding external covered so much
+ affability and sweetness.
+
+ You must give my love to Miranda. I wish I had time to write to her,
+ Horatio, my Mother and all, but I expect the carriage every moment.
+ Tell Horatio he must write to me. At present my letters to you must
+ answer for all, till I am more settled. Mrs. Codman has promised to
+ call at our house and tell you all about me. Malbone[52] has just
+ finished my picture; I have done sitting; he was not willing I should
+ see it, as ’tis unfinished. When you return ’twill be done, then I’ll
+ tell you whether ’tis like. I have told you in a former letter we
+ shall go to Bethlehem, Philadelphia, and perhaps to the Springs. My
+ trunk arrived safe. I shall send a little ring to Cousin Mary Porter;
+ ’tis not the kind I wanted, but I had not time to have one made to
+ send by Mrs. C. Is mine with sister Mary’s hair done? Send it to her
+ by the first opportunity. Adieu. Best love to all friends, and all the
+ children. Tell mamma I mean to write her as soon as I have leisure,
+ that I am very, _very_ happy, that Uncle Rufus has _not_ arrived, tho’
+ every day expected, and that I look to the time when we shall see her
+ and my Father in New York. Mr. Bowne and myself both will be
+ delighted. Give my best love to Lucia,[53] Zilpah and John, and ask
+ the latter if he has discovered on whom my _mantle rested_. Tell
+ Zilpah we pass her friend Mrs. Bogert’s house every day, and never
+ without thinking of her. The City air has not stolen my _country
+ bloom_ yet, for every one says—“I need not ask you how you do, Mrs.
+ Bowne, you look in such fine health.” Dr. Moore[54] would not
+ inoculate me for the Small Pox, after examining my arm, as he was sure
+ from what I told him I had had the Kine Pox well, and he would insure
+ me against the Small Pox. But Mr. Bowne seems to wish I should be
+ inoculated, tho’ I care nothing about it now. Adieu. My best love to
+ Aunt Porter and Nancy, Mary Porter and all the other friends. We are
+ going to _Flushing_ to see our cousins before we return; you know how
+ Mary laughed about the name. Yesterday we were at Belvidere, the most
+ beautiful place, the finest view in the world, the greatest variety. I
+ never shall have done. Kiss dear little Mary; I think of her every
+ time I see a sweet little sight.
+
+ Your affectionate sister ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ P. S. Remember and put an S in my name to distinguish; there are 2 or
+ 3 Eliza Bownes in the family.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ LUCIA WADSWORTH
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ ZILPAH WADSWORTH
+]
+
+ New York, June 30, 1803.
+
+ Uncle Rufus[55] has just landed. The Hussas have ceased, the populace
+ retired, and I hasten to give you the earliest information. Several
+ thousand people were on the wharf when he landed, my Husband among the
+ number. As he stept from the vessel they gave 3 cheers and escorted
+ him up into Broadway to a Mr. Nicholas Lowe’s[56] (his friend); then
+ three more cheers as he entered the door. He stood at the door, bowed,
+ and they dispersed—all but a dozen particular friends, who accompanied
+ him into the house, and Mr. Bowne with them. Was introduced by Mr.
+ Watson,[57] and immediately after Mr. Henderson[58] said, “A niece of
+ yours, Mr. King, was lately married in New York to Mr. Bowne.” My
+ Uncle immediately came up to him, shook hands a second time, and said,
+ “_Miss Southgate_, I presume.”—He staid but a few moments; the
+ acclamations of the people had rather embarrassed him (uncle). Aunt
+ King had not landed. This evening we are going to see them. Imagine me
+ entering, presented by Mrs. Henderson, Miss Bull, or Mrs.
+ Delafield,—all her intimate friends; think what a mixture of
+ sensations! I’ll tell you all about it. I returned from Long Island
+ this morning: delightful sail, beautiful country, and pleasant visit.
+ Malbone has finished my picture, but is unwilling we should have it as
+ the likeness is not striking,—he says not handsome enough—so says Mr.
+ B. But I think ’tis in some things much flattered. It looks too
+ serious, pensive, soft,—that’s not _my_ style at all. But perhaps
+ ’twill look different; ’twas not quite finished when I saw it;
+ however, he insists on taking it again as soon as he returns from the
+ Southward, and told Mr. Bowne, if he _must_ have one he might keep
+ this till he returned and he would try again. Uncle Rufus brings news
+ that _war_ has actually taken place, hostilities commenced. The
+ King[59] on the 14th sent a message to Parliament that he was
+ determined to use every effort to repress the overbearing power of
+ France, and hoped for their united assistance and exertions.—So much
+ for _Father_.—The whole City seems alive, nothing else talked of but
+ the arrival of Mr. King and the news of War. Adieu. I’ll write again
+ soon. Best love to all the family.
+
+ We are in expectation of great entertainment on fourth of
+ July—_Independent_ day! as they laugh at us Yankees for calling
+ it,—the gardens, the Battery, and every thing to be illuminated,
+ fire-works, music, etc., etc. Col. Boyd called to see me; and Mr.
+ Grelett, whom I was introduced to in Boston, brought the handsome Miss
+ Pemberton, whom you have heard Col. B. speak of—to call on me; she’s
+ from Philadelphia. I was out. I hope none of my acquaintance will come
+ to New York, pass thro’, or any thing, without finding me out. I just
+ begin to make memorandums of tables and chairs, spoons and beds, and
+ everything else; most turns my brain, so many things to think of; but
+ I am well and happy, and ’tis a pleasant task. Adieu.
+
+ Yours affectionately, ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ 10 o’clock, evening.
+
+ Just returned from Uncle Rufus’. Mr. B. introduced me to Uncle; he
+ took my hand, introduced us to his wife, and they both seemed much
+ pleased to see us. Uncle is so easy and graceful and pleasing, I was
+ delighted with him. Looks very like _Mr. Parker_ instead of _Mr.
+ Davis_; enquired particularly after the family; was surprised at my
+ being here,—said everything that was pleasant, hoped we should be very
+ sociable, etc., etc.; and after a pleasant half-hour we returned home.
+ I broke the seal of my letter to tell you; ’tis late, I can’t be
+ particular.
+
+ E. S. B.
+
+ Miss Southgate, Portland.
+
+
+ New York, July 4, 1803.
+
+ Dear Mother:
+
+ I have written generally to Octavia, but as I meant my letters for the
+ family, ’tis not much matter to whom they were directed. I wrote you
+ of Uncle Rufus’ arrival and our calling on them the evening after.
+ Sunday they called on us with Mr. and Mrs. Lowe, their friends, with
+ whom they are staying till their own house is ready. They both kissed
+ me very affectionately, said everything that pleased me, and were very
+ solicitous that we might get houses near each other in the winter,
+ that we might be sociable neighbors. Uncle Rufus says I remind him of
+ Martha very much; he inquired particularly after all the family, and
+ asked if I did not expect you would come on to see me, and both
+ appeared much pleased when I assured them I depended on seeing you
+ here. Aunt King told Mr. Bowne he must bring me to see them _very
+ often_, and look upon her as a _Mother_.
+
+ July 8.
+
+ My letter will be an old date before I finish it. You must have
+ perceived, my Dear Mother, from my letters, that I am much pleased
+ with New York. I was never in a place that I should prefer as a
+ situation for life, and nothing but the distance from my friends can
+ render it other than delightful. We have thus far spent the summer
+ delightfully: we have been no very long journeys, but been on a number
+ of little excursions of 20 or 40 miles to see whatever is pleasant in
+ the neighborhood. Mr. Bowne’s friends, tho’ all very plain, are very
+ amiable and affectionate, and I receive every attention from them I
+ wish. I have a great many people call on me, and shall have it in my
+ power to select just such a circle of acquaintance as suits my
+ taste,—few people whose prospects of happiness exceed mine, which I
+ often think of with grateful sensations. Mr. Bowne’s situation in life
+ is equal to my most sanguine expectations, and it is a peculiar
+ gratification to me to find him so much and so universally esteemed
+ and respected. This would be ridiculous from me to any but my Mother,
+ but I know it must be pleasing to you to know that I realize all the
+ happiness you can wish me. I have not a wish that is not gratified as
+ soon as ’tis known. We intend going to Bethlehem, Philadelphia, and a
+ watering place, similar to the Springs, about 30 miles beyond
+ Philadelphia; shall probably set out the latter part of this month. At
+ present we have done nothing toward housekeeping, and Mr. Bowne won’t
+ let me do the least thing towards it, lest I get my mind engaged and
+ not enjoy the pleasure of our journeys.—’Tis very different here from
+ most any place, for there is no article but you can find ready made to
+ your taste, excepting table linen, bedding, etc., etc. One poor bed
+ quilt is all I have towards housekeeping, and been married two months
+ almost. I am sadly off, to be sure. We have not yet found a house that
+ suits us. Mr. Bowne don’t like any of his own, and wishes to hire one
+ for the present until he can _build_, which he intends doing next
+ season; which I am very glad of, as I never liked living in a hired
+ house and changing about so often. Uncle and Aunt King want we should
+ get near them; they have hired a ready furnished house about 2 miles
+ out of the city for the summer, and intend hiring a house in town in
+ the winter. I have been very busy with my mantua-maker, as I am having
+ a dress made to wear to Mrs. Delafield’s to dine on Sunday; they have
+ a most superb country seat on Long Island, opposite Hell-Gate;—he is
+ Uncle Rufus’ most intimate friend and a very intimate one of Mr.
+ Bowne’s. We shall probably meet them there; I have not seen them to
+ ask. My picture is done, but I am disappointed in it. Malbone says he
+ has not done me justice, so says Mr. Bowne; but I think, tho’ the
+ features are striking, he has not caught the expression, particularly
+ of the eyes, which are excessively _pensive_: would do for Sterne’s
+ Maria. The mouth laughs a little and they all say is good,—all the
+ lower part of the face; but the eyes not the thing. He wants me to sit
+ again, so does Mr. Bowne. Malbone thinks he could do much better in
+ another position. I get so tired, I am quite reluctant about sitting
+ again. However, we intend showing it to some of our friends before we
+ determine. How do all our friends at Saco and Topsham do? I often
+ think of them, and Mr. Bowne and myself are talking of coming to see
+ you next summer very seriously. How comes on the new house? We are to
+ come as soon as ever that is finished. If you choose to send so far, I
+ will purchase any kind of furniture you wish, perhaps cheaper and
+ better than you can get elsewhere. Adieu. Remember me to all the
+ children. Dear little Mary,—I can’t help crying sometimes, with all my
+ pleasures and amusements; ’tis impossible to be at once reconciled to
+ quitting all one’s friends. I thought a great deal of the children. I
+ never thought I loved them so much; I never pass a toy-shop or
+ confectionery without wishing them here. How does Horatio succeed in
+ business, as well as he expected? How comes on Father’s turnpike and
+ diking? Tell him I yesterday met a woman full broke out with the
+ small-pox; I was within a yard of her before I perceived it; the first
+ sensation was terror, and I ran several paces before I recollected
+ myself. As soon as I arrived in town Doctor Moore examined my arm,
+ enquired the particulars, and refused to inoculate me again; that he
+ would venture to insure me from the small-pox; that he had inoculated
+ hundreds and never had one take the small-pox after the kine-pox.
+ Adieu.
+
+ Your affectionate daughter
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ P. S. All the family desire to be remembered particularly. Mr. B. is
+ out to dine.
+
+ Mrs. Southgate, Scarborough, District of Maine.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ SUNSWICK—THE DELAFIELD HOUSE
+
+ Hell Gate, Long Island
+]
+
+ New York, July 14.
+
+ Friend Greene from Portland is here and will dine with us to-day; a
+ fine opportunity for me to write to my friends. I have quite a packet
+ of newspapers which I shall send by him to amuse you; they contain all
+ the public amusements and shows in celebration of 4th July. The
+ Procession passed our house and was very elegant. In the evening we
+ were at Davis Hall Gardens; the entertainment there you will see by
+ the papers; ’twas supposed there were 4,000 people there; tickets half
+ a dollar; and ’tis said he made very little money, so you may think
+ what the entertainment was. Indeed there is every day something new
+ and amusing to me. Whenever we have nothing particular in view, in the
+ cool of the evening we walk down to the Battery, go into the garden,
+ sit half an hour, eat ice-cream, drink lemonade, hear fine music, see
+ a variety of people, and return home happy and refreshed. Sunday we
+ dined at Mr. Delafield’s near Hell Gate, Long Island; the most superb,
+ magnificent place I ever saw, situated directly on the East river, the
+ finest view you can imagine. I was delighted with our visit, so much
+ ease, elegance and hospitality. I am very glad you liked your gown.
+ Long sleeves are very much worn, made like mitts; crosswise, only one
+ seam and that in the back of the arm, and a half drawn sleeve over and
+ a close, very short one up high, drawn up with a cord. I have just
+ been having one made so. All Mrs. Delafield’s daughters, even to
+ little Caroline, no older than our Mary, had their frocks made exactly
+ like the gown I sent you, only cut open in the back, a piece of bone
+ each side and eyelet holes laced,—long sleeves as I mentioned above;
+ short sleeves and open behind. I should admire to be in Portland, now
+ all the Coffin family are there. Give my best love to Mrs. Coffin and
+ Ellen Foster; the others will have returned. I am astonished at what
+ you say about my calling on Mrs. Sumner, and what Mrs. Coffin said.
+ When I got to Boston I determined to call nowhere but at Mrs.
+ Sumner’s, as my intimacy in the family was such and I was fearful she
+ might not hear of my being in town and should not see her; accordingly
+ the day I got in town we went out purposely to call there, and to
+ prevent any one calling on us (for I did not wish to see much company)
+ we said we expected to go out of town immediately. However, there were
+ a great many called to see me notwithstanding. In Cap hill we met Mr.
+ Sumner. I introduced Mr. Bowne, said we were just going to call on
+ Mrs. Sumner, enquired how she did, etc., and Mr. Sumner said they were
+ just going out to ride, but if I would go immediately with him I could
+ see her. I was fearful of detaining them, and thought I should
+ certainly see her, now she knew I was in town and had set out to call
+ on her; and Mr. Sumner particularly asked where we were to be
+ found,—we told him Mrs. Carter’s, and parted. From that time, every
+ time I heard the bell, I supposed ’twas Mrs. Sumner. We staid 2 days,
+ and neither Mr. nor Mrs. Sumner called. I felt amazingly hurt, as so
+ many ladies I was very little acquainted with called on me
+ immediately. Late in the evening before we left town, Tom Coffin
+ called in, appeared rather formal, never mentioned Mrs. Sumner or any
+ reason why they did not call, nor any apology. As I could no way
+ account for such mysterious conduct, it greatly mortified me. This is
+ the true statement, which you may mention to Mrs. Coffin, and then ask
+ her who has a right to feel offended. The great dinner given in honor
+ of Uncle Rufus I have not yet mentioned; ’twas very superb, and 200 of
+ the most respectable citizens of New York attended. Mr. Bowne says,
+ tho’ he has been at many entertainments given in honor of particular
+ persons, yet he never saw one that was so complimentary, and never a
+ person conduct himself on such an occasion with such ease, elegance,
+ and dignity in his life. He returned quite in raptures,—such
+ insinuating manners—such ease in receiving those presented and
+ introduced,—he is a most amazing favorite here. Democrats and
+ Federalists and all parties attended. French Consul on his
+ right—English Consul on his left. When Mr. Bowne went up, he held out
+ his hand with all the ease of an old friend, without even bowing, and
+ said, “How! is it Bowne? How’s your wife?”—so familiar. I went to see
+ the tables: very novel and elegant—there was one the whole length of
+ the Hall and 4 branches from it; there was an enclosure about 2 feet
+ wide, filled with earth, and railed in with a little white fence, and
+ little gates every yard or two ran thro’ the centre of all the tables,
+ and on each side were the plates and dishes. In this enclosure there
+ were lakes, and swans swimming, little mounds covered with goats among
+ little trees,—some places flocks of sheep, some cows laying down,
+ beautiful little arches and arbors covered with green,—figures of
+ Apollo, Ceres, Flora, little white pyramids with earth and sprigs of
+ myrtle, orange, lemon, flowers in imitation of hothouse
+ plants,—nothing could have a more beautiful effect in the hot weather;
+ those opposite to you were divided, their plates quite hidden. Adieu;
+ some ladies have just called. We are going about 20 miles to enjoy the
+ sea, Rockaway, a place of fashionable resort; ’tis intensely hot,
+ exceeded only by Ballston Springs. We don’t go to Bethlehem till the
+ last of the month. Mr. Bowne’s business detains him in the City only
+ one or two days in a week perhaps, yet prevents a long journey just
+ now. We ride out every day or two, go into the baths whenever we
+ please, they have very fine public ones. Adieu. The ladies will think
+ I am Yankee. Love to all.
+
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+
+ Sally Weeks remember me to—and all other friends; Betsey Tappan—tell
+ her Mr. Bowne often speaks of that sweet little Miss Tappan. How comes
+ on Father’s house, Octavia? We both depend on its being finished next
+ season. We think very seriously of coming next summer. Mr. Bowne wants
+ to go almost as much as myself.
+
+ Love to Sister, hope she is well again. Uncle Rufus told me Mr. Boyd
+ had been very sick, but I did not mention it, lest it might alarm
+ sister. Adieu. Love to Zilpah and Lucia. Tell Zilpah Mrs. Bogert came
+ to see me last week and is in hopes she will come on with her father.
+ Remember me affectionately to all Mrs. Davis’ family. I sometimes
+ treat myself with telling my Husband all about our charming frolics.
+ Does not Mr. Davis talk anything of coming to New York? Louise is
+ quite a belle I suppose.
+
+ Miss Southgate.
+
+ New York, July 23, 1803.
+
+ I have sent a few sugar toys to the children, which you must
+ divide,—the cradle for Mary, the basket for Arixene, etc., etc.,—pair
+ shoes apiece, two little dogs I put up in the music—one looks like
+ Sancho; a little frock I send as a pattern for Miranda, Arixene, and
+ Mary, long or short sleeves as you please, whalebone in the back,
+ laced. I have sent another box of things to Isabella’s children: the
+ paper box I mean for them; two little fans for Arixene and Mary, with
+ their names on them, you’ll find in the bottom of the box. The two
+ songs I sent you are all I could find that struck me; for the “Death
+ of Allen,” I never heard it, and bought it because it was a
+ composition of Floyd’s; “The Wounded Hussar” I admired and knew you
+ could not get it set for the Piano,—I don’t know but ’tis different
+ from Miss Sandford’s. I write in great haste—we are going to dine at
+ Uncle Rufus’ out of town; ’tis past eleven. They have a delightful
+ place on the North River; took tea there last week. Mr. Bowne joins me
+ in love to Father and Mother and all. How comes on the house,
+ Octavia?—we want to come very much next Summer. Adieu.
+
+ Yours, E. S. B.
+
+ P. S. I have some fine peaches and apricots on the table before me;
+ Mr. Bowne brings me a pocketful of fruit every time he comes home. I
+ have ate as many as I want to, and have been thinking how much I would
+ give to get them to you, but this early fruit won’t keep at all. I was
+ at the theatre night before last—at Mount Vernon Garden; Hodgkinson is
+ a fine fellow. We commence our Southern journey in about 10 days. Oh,
+ I am sorry—Mr. Bowne just came to tell me the vessel has sailed—well,
+ I must wait for another. Love to Mary Porter, and give her the ring I
+ enclose of my hair; tell her I long to see her, and ask if she means
+ to be _Mary Porter_ when I next come to the Eastward. Love to all
+ friends.
+
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miss Octavia Southgate.
+
+
+ Bethlehem, August 9, 1803.
+
+ I intended writing before I left New York, but was so much engaged in
+ preparing for our journey, I had no time. My great wish to see this
+ famous Bethlehem[60] is at length gratified. You can scarcely imagine
+ any thing more novel and delightful than every thing about here, so
+ entirely different from any place in New England. Indeed, in
+ travelling thro’ the State of Pennsylvania, the cultivation,
+ buildings, and every thing are entirely different from ours,—highly
+ cultivated country, looks like excellent farmers. Barns twice as large
+ as the houses, all built of _stone_; no white painted houses, as in
+ New England. We crossed the famous Delaware at Easton. It separates
+ New Jersey and Pennsylvania. We saw some beautiful little towns in New
+ Jersey likewise, but in Pennsylvania the villages look so many
+ clusters of _jails_, and the public buildings like the Bastile, or, to
+ come nearer home, like the New York State prison,—all of _stone_, so
+ strong, heavy, and gloomy, I could not bear them; the inhabitants most
+ all Dutch, and such _jargon_ as you hear in every entry or corner
+ makes you fancy yourself in a foreign country. These Bethlehemites are
+ all Germans, and retain many of the peculiarities of their
+ country—such as their great fondness for music. It is delightful:
+ there is scarcely a house in the place without a Piano-forte; the Post
+ Master has an elegant grand Piano. The Barber plays on almost every
+ kind of music. Sunday afternoon we went to the Young Men’s house to
+ hear some sacred music. We went into a hall, which was hung round with
+ Musical Instruments, and about 20 musicians of the Brethren were
+ playing in concert,—an organ, 2 bass viols, 4 violins, two flutes, two
+ French horns, two clarionets, bassoon, and an Instrument I never heard
+ before, made up the Band; they all seemed animated and interested. It
+ was delightful to see these men, who are accustomed to laborious
+ employments, all kinds of mechanics, and so perfect in so refined an
+ art as music. One man appeared to take the lead and played on several
+ different instruments, and to my great astonishment I saw the famous
+ musician enter the breakfast room this morning with the razor-box in
+ his hand to shave some of the gentlemen. Judge of my surprise; and
+ some one mentioned he had just been fixing a watch down-stairs.
+ Yesterday, Daddy Thomas (who is a head one, and who comes to the
+ tavern every few hours to see if there are any strangers who wish to
+ visit the buildings) conducted us all round. We went to the
+ Schools,—first was merely a _sewing school_, little children, and a
+ pretty single sister about 30, with her white skirt, white, short,
+ tight waistcoat, nice handkerchief pinned outside, a muslin apron and
+ a close cambric cap, of the most singular form you can imagine. I
+ can’t describe it; the hair is all put out of sight, turned back
+ before, and no border to the cap, very unbecoming but very singular,
+ tied under the chin with a pink ribbon,—blue for the married, white
+ for the widows. Here was a Piano-forte, and another sister teaching a
+ little girl music. We went thro’ all the different schoolrooms—some
+ misses of 16,—their teachers were very agreeable and easy, and in
+ every room was a Piano. I never saw any embroidery so beautiful;
+ Muslin they don’t work. Make artificial flowers very handsome, paper
+ baskets, etc. At the single Sisters’ house we were conducted round by
+ a fine lady-like woman, who answered our questions with great
+ intelligence and affability. I think there were 130 in this house;
+ their apartments were perfectly neat,—the Dormitory or sleeping-room
+ is a large room in the upper part of the building, with “Dormont”
+ opposite the whole length. A lamp suspended in the middle of the
+ ceiling, which is kept lighted all night; and there were 40 beds, in
+ rows, only one person in each,—they were of a singular shape, high and
+ covered, and struck me like people laid out—dreadful! the lamp and
+ altogether seemed more like a nunnery than any thing I had seen. One
+ sister walks these sleeping-rooms once an hour thro’ the night. We
+ went to a room where they keep their work for sale,—pocket-books, pin
+ balls, Toilette cushions, baskets, artificial flowers, etc., etc. We
+ bought a box full of things, and left them much pleased with the
+ neatness and order which appeared thro’out. The situation of the place
+ is delightful. The walks on the banks of the Lehigh and the mountains
+ surrounding—’tis really beautiful. The widows’ house and young men’s
+ is similar to the one described; there were many children at the
+ school, from Georgia, Montreal, and many other places as far. There
+ are some genteel people from Georgia at the tavern where we are, and
+ Philadelphia. We intended leaving here for Philadelphia to-day, but it
+ rains. We shall spend a few days there and go to Long Branch. If the
+ alarm of the fever[61] continues in New York we shall not return there
+ again, but go in the neighborhood. Send in for a trunk, which I packed
+ up for the purpose, in case I feared going in the City—and set off for
+ the Springs or somewhere else. ’Tis very uncertain when we go to
+ housekeeping; the alarm of the Fever hurried us out of town without
+ any arrangement towards it, and may, if it continues, keep us out till
+ middle of Autumn. But at any rate you must spend the winter with us,
+ we both depend on it. You can certainly find some opportunity. Give my
+ best love to all friends, and expect to hear from me frequently while
+ I am rambling about. My husband is so fond of roving, I don’t know but
+ he’ll spoil me. We both enjoy travelling very much, and surely it is
+ never so delightful as in company with those we love. Only think, ’tis
+ just _a year_ to-day since we first saw each other, and here we are,
+ Married, happy, and enjoying ourselves in Bethlehem. Memorable day!
+ Horatio’s and Frederick’s _birthday_, too; mine will soon be here. I
+ long to see you all more than you can imagine; hope to, next summer,
+ and _depend_ on your spending the winter with us. Love to Miranda,
+ when you write, and tell her I mean to write myself. Mr. B—— often
+ talks of her. Is Mr. Boyd[62] _arrived_? I want much to hear. Love to
+ Sister[63] and the children. Adieu.
+
+ Affectionately,
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ Mrs. Southgate, Scarborough.
+
+
+ Ballston Springs, Sept. 4, 1803.
+
+ Once more do I write you from the _Springs_, where I enjoyed so many
+ delightful moments last year. We recall so many charming things to our
+ recollection by this visit to the Springs that ’tis of all places the
+ most pleasant for us to visit. A description of the place, amusements,
+ etc. I gave you last year; they are the same now. We arrived yesterday
+ morning, found the place much crowded, and were fearful of not getting
+ good accommodations, but in that respect were agreeably disappointed.
+ They dance much as usual; a fine ball to-morrow evening. I wish you
+ were here to help us dance,—a great many New Yorkers have taken refuge
+ here from the fever. I was quite sorry when I found Mr. Derby had been
+ here and gone again. Tell Louise the _Bussey_ family from Boston are
+ here, and Miss Putnam appears as much delighted with the _picturesque
+ steeps_ of Ballston as she was with those of _Freeport_, and with
+ about as much reason. We have an abundance of queer, smart people
+ here. Last night at tea I found myself seated alongside _Beau
+ Dawson_,[64] “_Nancy Dawson_,”—our envoy to France—you remember! Gen.
+ Smith of Baltimore and family, who it was said would succeed Uncle
+ Rufus; Mr. Harper and wife—the fine speaker in Congress; _Herssa
+ Madame_ Somebody—French lady; and a nobleman from nobody knows where,
+ and a parcel of strange people, making a variety that I like once in a
+ while. But, let me see, I have hurried you along to the Springs from
+ Long Branch in a much easier manner than I got here myself. Oh the
+ tremendous Highlands![65] I thought to my soul I should never hold out
+ to get over them—such roads! But I lived over it, tho’ it made me sick
+ fairly, with fatigue. I went to see Maria Denning, whose father’s
+ country seat, Beverly, is in the midst of the Highlands—on the North
+ River, directly opposite _West Point_. It does not look much like
+ Louisa’s picture; ’twould make one of the most sublime and beautiful
+ pictures imaginable if the objects were selected with judgment. It
+ rises with sublime and picturesque grandeur directly from the North
+ River. Who would have thought of taking a view of it without
+ water?—that is the greatest beauty when united with the others. We got
+ to Mr. Denning’s Saturday night,—left the neighborhood of New York,
+ Thursday,—where we staid only one night, dined at Uncle’s, drank tea
+ at Sister Murray’s, and set off that evening for the Springs. The
+ romantic and beautiful scenery on the North River as we rode up was
+ most charming to me. I admire the wild diversity of nature—here we had
+ it in perfection. I am sure the _Hudson_ wants nothing but a Poet to
+ celebrate it. The Thames and the Tiber have been sung by Homers and
+ Popes, but I don’t believe there can be a greater variety, more
+ sublimity or more beauty, than are to be found on the banks of the
+ Hudson. The Delaware did not strike me at all—I crossed it several
+ times. We were in hopes Uncle and Aunt would come here with us, but
+ Uncle said he must go _East_ if anywhere, but he wanted to be at rest
+ a few months, now he was settled. Mrs. Codman told me she saw you all;
+ we called a moment to see her. Mrs. Sumner has a son too. Poor Mrs.
+ Davis, how much sickness she has! On our return from Long Branch we
+ went to _Passaic Falls_ with a Baltimore family; had a charming little
+ jaunt about 20 miles from New York. The falls—the rocks—the whole
+ scenery partakes more of the sublime—almost terrific—than Glens Falls,
+ but not so beautiful. I am much delighted to hear of Mr. Boyd’s
+ arrival; Sister must be very happy. Martha is coming this month; the
+ fever would prevent her coming to New York—I am sorry. Love to Mrs.
+ Coffin. My mother is quite well, Mrs. Codman tells me.
+ Horatio,—Miranda, there’s half a dozen wild girls here that would romp
+ to beat her—they are as old as you, but sad romps. We shall stay here
+ about a week, then go to _Lebanon_, where I wish you to direct a
+ letter to me immediately on the receipt of this. I want to hear much,
+ so does Mr. Bowne. He teases me to death to write home that we may
+ hear from you. We depend on your coming on this winter. When we shall
+ be to housekeeping Heaven knows; not even a napkin made, just getting
+ a woman to work,—fixed the things already, when the fever came and we
+ all left the city; so here I am—perfectly unprepared as possible.
+ Adieu. Tell Horatio he has more time than I have, he ought to write me
+ immediately to Lebanon. Lebanon has been quite deserted. Poor Hannah
+ Hamilton’s Mamma died three or four weeks since. The servants at the
+ other house where I kept last summer, wished me joy,—heard Miss
+ Southgate was married to Mr. Bowne. Oh, I have not told you!—saw the
+ tree Major Andre was taken under, and the house where _Arnold_ fled
+ from, left his wife and family,—indeed, ’tis the very house Maria
+ lives in. We staid two nights there and promised to go and see them on
+ our return; charming place, such fruit, ’tis delicious. In the
+ Jerseys,—don’t laugh at travellers’ stories,—but we really rode over
+ the peaches in the road; we always kept our case full, William brought
+ us some off the finest trees that hung over the road. Peaches and
+ cream!—they laugh and say Boston people cry out, “’tis _so_ good!”
+ Well, what have I not wrote about? A little of everything but
+ sentiment; a dash of that to complete. I am most tired of jaunting;
+ the mind becomes satiated with variety and description and pants for a
+ little respite of domestic tranquillity. I’ve done; I have most forgot
+ how to write sentiment. I have had no time to think since I was
+ married. I don’t expect to, this 2 or 3 months, so good-bye.
+
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miss Octavia Southgate.
+
+
+ Lebanon Springs, Sept. 24, 1803.
+
+ Your letter, my dear Octavia, has set my head to planning at a great
+ rate. By all means come on with Mr. Cutts; I am impatient to see you,
+ and I cannot give up the pleasure of having you with me this winter.
+ We shall be at Housekeeping as soon as _possible_ after the fever
+ subsides. My husband thinks the plan a very good one. I will write
+ immediately to Aunt King, say that it is uncertain when you arrive,
+ but I have taken the liberty to request Mr. Cutts to leave you with
+ _her_ until I demand you. This settled, I proceed. Tell my good Mother
+ not to be afraid. I am as anxious as herself to be settled at home. I
+ am most tired of roving; it begins to grow cold, and I long for a
+ comfortable fireside of my own. What a sweet circle! Octavia, my dear
+ Husband, and myself; when we are alone we’ll read, and work like old
+ times. I have spent a most delightful 3 weeks at Ballston and Lebanon.
+ We had a charming company at Ballston, danced a few nights after I
+ wrote you, and I was complimented as Bride again.—Manager bro’t me No.
+ 1,—quite time I was out of date.
+
+ Lebanon is delightful as ever; we have a small party, ride to see the
+ Shakers, walk, and play at Billiards, work, read, or anything. Tell
+ Mamma, Eunice Loring that was, is here,—she talks a great deal of my
+ Mother and Aunt Porter, wants to see them very much, etc., etc. She is
+ married to a _Mr. Neufville_ of Carolina. She is much out of health,
+ talks of going to England in the Spring. She wants to see you, as she
+ says my Mother talk’d of naming you for _her_; she wishes she had, as
+ she has no children. The box I mentioned was full of sugar things,
+ toys for the children; two little fans—a little frock for a pattern,
+ and another for Isabella’s children, The Children of the Abbey, and
+ Caroline of Lichfield for Mamma,—all in a package together; a letter
+ for Mrs. Coffin and several others. When we left New York Mr. Bowne
+ sent it to a Commission Merchant who does business for several
+ Portland people, and requested him to send it by the first vessel. As
+ you haven’t received it, I suppose the fever which broke out
+ immediately after induced him to shut up his store, or perhaps
+ prevented any Portland vessel from coming near the City, and that it
+ now lies in his store. Write me when you set out, and when ’tis
+ probable you will be in New York; direct to New York, probably I shall
+ be near New York in a fortnight. I have but a few moments to write as
+ the stage passes the village at 11. You alarm me about Ellen; pray
+ enquire particularly and tell me all; go to see yourself, and tell her
+ I can imagine no reason why I have never received a line from her
+ since I have been in New York,—nor Lucy Derby, neither Mrs. Coffin. I
+ wrote to, but it seems she did not receive my letter; love to her and
+ all Portland friends. I am expecting every day to hear Martha has
+ arrived. My best love to Sister Boyd and husband. I wrote a line of
+ congratulation to her, but that too is in the package. Adieu. I shall
+ soon see you, and then we will talk what I have not time to write. My
+ husband’s best love.
+
+ Yours, ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ New York, October 23, 1803.
+
+ I have waited till my patience is quite exhausted. What can have kept
+ you so long in Boston? Mr. Bowne has been at the Stage Office a dozen
+ times, and I have staid at home every forenoon this week to receive
+ your ladyship. I expect to get to housekeeping next week; and am so
+ busy. Mercy on me, what work this housekeeping makes! I am half crazed
+ with sempstresses, waiters, chambermaids, and every thing else—calling
+ to be hired, enquiring characters, such a fuss. I cannot possibly
+ imagine why you are not here. I should have wrote immediately after
+ receiving your letter, but Mr. Bowne was sure you would be here in
+ less than a week. It is possible you may be in Boston to receive this;
+ if not, you will be here or on the way. If you are troubled about a
+ Protector, Mr. Bowne says there has been several _married_ gentlemen
+ come on lately, which if you had known of, would have been proper.
+ Perhaps Mr. Davis may hear of some one. At any rate come as soon as
+ possible, for I am very impatient to see you. My best love to Louisa;
+ tell her I should be much delighted to see her in New York this
+ winter, and my Husband frequently says he should like to have Mr.
+ Davis’ family near us in New York. I am sure I should with all my
+ heart. Say everything to Mr. and Mrs. Davis for me that bespeaks
+ esteem.
+
+ Adieu. Yours always,
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miss Octavia Southgate.
+
+
+ Bloomingdale, Nov. 2, 1803.[66]
+
+ Mr. Bowne has just bro’t me a letter from you in which you mention
+ coming on with Mr. Wood. I am fearful my answer will arrive too late,
+ as your letter has been written nearly a fortnight. At any rate, come
+ on with Mr. Wood if he has not set out. You should not wait for an
+ answer from me—I shall be ready to receive you at any time, at
+ housekeeping or not. We go in town next Monday, every body is moving
+ in; for the last 3 days there has been no death, and for 5 no new
+ cases. If, unfortunately, Mr. Wood should have gone and you not
+ accepted of his protection, come the very next opportunity without
+ consulting me or waiting a moment. I hope to get to housekeeping very
+ soon. We have just returned from Uncle’s, where we had been to meet
+ Mr. and Mrs. Paine (Mrs. Doble) from Boston; she is less beautiful
+ than I expected,—charming little daughter. I am more and more
+ delighted with Aunt King, she is so unaffected, easy and ladylike.
+ Margaret and Mr. Duncan married? I expect to hear still stranger
+ things from Portland—now Ellen Foster is married. I _suppose_ she is,
+ tho’ I have not heard. I am hourly and impatiently expecting to hear
+ from Martha. How unfortunate! What would I give to be nearer! Adieu:
+ ’tis late; come as soon as possible. Give my love to all friends.
+
+ Yours affectionately, ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+
+ New York, Dec. 24, 1803.[67]
+
+ My Dear Mother:
+
+ Eliza received a letter yesterday from you, where you say you have not
+ received a letter from either of us a long time. I am really surprised
+ at it, as I wrote you very frequently from Boston, and am determined
+ to let you have a letter now every fortnight to let you know what we
+ are doing and whether I am happy. I begin to feel quite at home and
+ certainly never was happier in my life. It is true I sometimes sigh
+ for home, but it is generally when I am in a crowd that I am most
+ there in imagination. But when I am _here_ and none but our own
+ family, I have not a single wish ungratified. I am much more pleased
+ with New York on every account than with Boston. As a City it is much
+ superior, the situation is every way as delightful as possible. The
+ inhabitants to me are _much more_ pleasing, more ease, more
+ sociability and elegance, yet not so ostentatious,—they dress with
+ remarkable simplicity; and I think I could spend the winter here and
+ not expend half the money that I must unavoidably do in Boston. There
+ every one dresses, and a person would look singular not to conform;
+ but here there is such a variety, and the most genteel people dress so
+ plain that one never appears singular. To-morrow is Christmas and we
+ dine at Uncle’s; he is a charming man, looks amazingly like you, so
+ much so that I admire to look at him. She is a very affable, pleasing
+ woman, and they both appear to be fond of Eliza. We were at a concert
+ last evening; the most delightful music I ever heard. We wished for
+ Horatio all the evening. There is not much gaiety, they tell me, till
+ after the holydays, that is Christmas and New Year. We have been into
+ no parties yet, but have made many sociable visits, which I very much
+ admire. I am very much pleased with all the _friends_ we have visited.
+ Old Mrs. Bowne is a fine, motherly old lady; she treats Eliza with as
+ much affection as an own mother,—they all appear to be very glad to
+ see me, and I really feel sometimes as though I was at home; how I
+ long to see you all! How is Arixene and Mary? How I want to see them!
+ How is Papa this winter? Ah! if you were all here! But next spring we
+ shall all be with you. I am afraid you are solitary—if you are, do, my
+ Dear Mother, tell me, find any opportunity, and I’ll be with you as
+ soon as you say,—depend on it, I shall never get so attached either to
+ the inhabitants or the gaieties of New York, as to feel reluctant to
+ return home; even in my happiest hours I think of the time with
+ extreme pleasure. This family is the only thing that would root me to
+ the spot, and there is a charm in that which nothing but home can
+ equal. I have promised Eliza a page for you, so I suppose I must
+ close. Give my best love to Father and the children, and believe me
+ your affectionate child,
+
+ OCTAVIA SOUTHGATE.
+
+
+ Octavia has reserved me a page in her letter which I hasten to
+ improve. I thank you, my Dear Mother, for yours, and beg you will
+ often write me, now Octavia is with me and cannot tell me about home.
+ I am at length settled at housekeeping very pleasantly, and do not
+ find it such a tremendous undertaking. I have been fortunate in
+ servants, which makes it much less troublesome; the house we have
+ taken does not altogether please us, but at any time but May ’tis
+ extremely difficult to get a house. In the Spring we shall be able to
+ suit ourselves. Mr. Bowne wishes to build and is trying to find a lot
+ that suits him,—if so, we shall build the next season. Almost
+ everybody in New York hire houses, but I think it much pleasanter
+ living in one’s own. I am more and more pleased with New York, there
+ is more ease and sociability than I expected. I admire Uncle and Aunt
+ more and more every day, and Mr. Bowne thinks there never was Uncle’s
+ equal,—such a character as he had often imagined, though not supposed
+ existed. I believe I shan’t go to the next Assembly; Octavia will go
+ with Aunt King. You say Mr. Bowne must write you, and as a subject
+ mention the dividends from the Insurance Office. In the Summer there
+ was no dividend, no profits; the next dividend will be soon. Mr.
+ Codman thinks there will be a tolerable one,—you shall hear as soon as
+ it takes place; we have received nothing as yet. Uncle and Aunt always
+ inquire particularly about you, and desire to be mentioned. Make my
+ best love to all friends, kiss the children and tell them not to
+ forget sister Eliza. I live in the hope of seeing you next
+ Autumn—Heaven grant I may not be disappointed! Remember me with my
+ best love to my Father and all the family. Adieu; write me soon, and
+ believe me
+
+ Your affectionate ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ Mrs. Robert Southgate.
+
+
+ New York, March.
+
+ Dear Miranda:
+
+ I have been talking of writing to you so long that I think it is quite
+ time I should talk no longer, but act; but you should not have waited
+ for me to write. You knew both Mr. Bowne and myself would have been
+ very glad to have heard from you,—all about your school, your
+ acquaintance, amusements or anything, and I have a thousand things to
+ take up my attention that you have not. Do you return home this
+ Spring? We shall find you at home when we come. I have got one or two
+ trifles I want to send you, but can’t find an opportunity; there are
+ so few people from our way come to New York, that ’tis very difficult
+ to send anything. I hear a strange story about Isabella Porter: she is
+ a silly little girl, and when she is older, will think she acted very
+ foolishly,—one ought to know more of the world before she decides on a
+ thing of so much importance; she is a mere baby and has seen nothing
+ of life. Do you often hear of Caroline, Miranda? I feel anxious lest
+ she should not conduct with as much discretion as she ought, as she
+ never knew the blessing of having a kind, indulgent mother to watch
+ over her and guard her from harm.
+
+ When I was in Bethlehem last summer, I got some little caps such as
+ the girls at school wear, and such as the sisters of members of the
+ Society wear. I want to find an opportunity to send them to you. Did
+ you ever read a description of Bethlehem? If you never did, you may
+ find one in some of the Boston Magazines. We had a little book called
+ a “Tour to Bethlehem,” which if I can find I will send you. It will
+ give you a very correct idea of the place, society and customs. When I
+ was there, there were 83 girls, from 4 to 16, at the school, from
+ almost every part of the United States. They all wear these little
+ caps tied with a pink ribbon, which looks very pretty where you see so
+ many of them together,—they learn music, embroidery, and all the
+ useful branches of education,—likewise to make artificial flowers and
+ many little things of that kind. Do you ever attempt painting?—’tis a
+ charming accomplishment, and if you have any taste for it, should
+ certainly cultivate it. Write me soon, and tell me when you are going
+ home and of anything else that interests you. Mr. Bowne often talks of
+ you and now desires to be particularly remembered.
+
+ Adieu; remember me to any of my friends who enquire, and believe me
+
+ Your affectionate sister, ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miranda Southgate.
+
+
+ Rockaway, August 24, 1804.
+
+ Dear Girls:
+
+ I enclose you a piece of Mr. Blovell’s poetry on the Miss Broomes’
+ country seat at Bloomingdale; as you both know him, I think it will
+ amuse you. I expect Eliza and Jane Watts down here in a few days and
+ should be delighted if you could be here at the same time. I wrote to
+ you, Octavia, on Monday last a long letter,—answer it soon and tell me
+ how far you mean to comply with my proposals. I spent several days at
+ Flushing last week; they all enquired very affectionately for you; but
+ I don’t know but Miranda is your rival—she is a monstrous favorite
+ among some of them. I believe Mary Murray is engaged and all matters
+ settled. I met the Murrays and Mrs. Ogden at Miss Curtis’s; they came
+ up from New York the same day we did from Rockaway,—very fortunate
+ meeting them, for it rendered my visit doubly pleasant. ’Twas the
+ season for peaches, we feasted finely. I shall attend to your
+ memorandums as soon as possible. Give my best love to Horatio and
+ Nabby, if I may be allowed to connect the names, and tell him my plan.
+ Mr. Bowne says I must write another letter to urge it more strongly;
+ it must be so.
+
+ Yours ever,
+ E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ [New York, November 9th, 1804 (?).]
+
+ I have been in daily expectation of a letter from you ever since my
+ return and none has yet come. I have not heard a word from Isabella,
+ tho’ I have been very anxious. The trunks arrived yesterday with an
+ old letter for me enclosed by Horatio in a _blank_ cover, not a word
+ to say how all the family did, particularly Isabella. We are still at
+ our Mother’s, and shall probably remain a fortnight longer; the house
+ would be ready in a few days, but we think it is too damp at present.
+ Every body expected you back, for the Murrays had told most of our
+ acquaintance you were to return with me. John and Hannah Murray came
+ to see me the day after I arrived. John rattles as usual, talks much
+ of getting married—his old tune, you know: he has completed his
+ thirtieth year now since we have been gone; he says, “I begin to feel
+ the approach of old age.” Mr. Newbold called to enquire particularly
+ after your ladyship, and Mr. Rhinelander[68] spent last evening with
+ us; I think he improves fast; he told me a deal of news. Miss Farquar
+ and Mr. Jepson[69] were married last night, Miss Blackwell and Mr.
+ Forbes, and one or two others. Rhinelander says half the girls in town
+ are to be married before Spring. Maria Denning for one; and the world
+ says Amelia and James Gillispie will certainly make a match,—that I
+ was surprised at. Miss Bunner[70] and John Duer are married; Sally
+ Duer is soon to be; and Fanny is positively engaged to Mr. Smith, whom
+ you saw several times last winter, of Princeton. So you see all the
+ girls are silly enough to give up their fine dancing days and become
+ old matrons like myself. Mrs. Kane is in town; looks older, paler, and
+ thinner. She has got a charming little girl,[71] fat and good-natured
+ as possible. Mrs. Ogden stays out of town all winter. We are engaged
+ at Mrs. Bogert’s this afternoon, but it storms so violently I believe
+ I shan’t go. She regrets very much your not coming, and Lucia
+ [Wadsworth] she would be delighted to have. Our things arrived
+ yesterday, but are not out of the vessel yet. At present there is no
+ gaiety, quite dull; there will be a revival soon, I suppose. Mr.
+ Poinsett has been to see me several mornings; he goes on Monday to
+ Carolina. Miss de Neufville spends the winter in New York with her
+ Aunt Stowton. I meant to call on her this morning, but it was stormy.
+ The few days I was in Boston I was constantly engaged. We dined at
+ Sheriff Allen’s with a very large party,—Lady Temple,[72] Mrs.
+ Winthrop and daughters, Mrs. Bowdoin, Mrs. G. Green, Mrs. Stouton and
+ daughter, and many others,—about 30; and we were at Mrs. G. Blake’s at
+ a tea-party, she enquired particularly after you; she is a very fine
+ woman I think. Our journey on was tolerably pleasant. We arrived
+ before Uncle and Aunt. Eliza Watts told me she had a letter from you
+ after I left home. Adieu; write me soon and tell me all the news. Give
+ my best love to Father, Mother, and all the family. I am very well and
+ grow fat; everybody says I am wonderfully improved. Write me soon.
+
+ Yours ever,
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ THE BOWNE HOUSE—FLUSHING
+
+ Erected 1661
+]
+
+ New York, July 30, 1804.
+
+ I received your letter, my Dearest Mother, three days since, and every
+ moment of my time and attention since has been taken up with our dear
+ Eliza. I am grieved that you are so low-spirited about her, tho’ as
+ you predicted her trouble has again ended, I yet feel confident if we
+ once get her home, that she will gain strength and do well. Her
+ Physician has been in great hopes that she would get through this time
+ without any difficulty, indeed the first week we were in the country
+ she was so finely, that we all felt encouraged about her. She had been
+ as prudent as possible, and she can’t with any reason reflect upon
+ herself. The last week we were there she began to droop again, and Mr.
+ Bowne brought her into town with an intention of carrying her to
+ Flushing; now we shall set off for home as soon as she is strong
+ enough to travel. I am astonished at her spirits, they are as good
+ again as mine, and yet to-day she is so much better. I feel finely
+ myself.
+
+ She has had no pain, but only suffers from weakness. We shall go in
+ three or four days to Flushing, which is a fine, bracing air, and stay
+ there a few days till Eliza is smart enough to travel 10 miles a day.
+ I place full confidence in this journey; I am sure that the change of
+ air and scene, and more than all, the prospect of home, will render it
+ truly beneficial. We are at Mr. Bowne’s mother’s, for we have shut our
+ house up. She is a fine old lady, and Caroline is perfectly amiable
+ and as attentive as possible. I am very glad we are here and in the
+ neighborhood of Mrs. Bogert, for she is all goodness. I grow more and
+ more anxious every hour to get home. The city is quite deserted,
+ though it never was more healthy. There are as few deaths as there
+ were in the winter. There has been two weeks of _very cool_ weather. I
+ go wandering about and see scarcely a face I know. I used to complain
+ last winter of our large acquaintance, and having the house full of
+ company, but now I exclaim out half a dozen times a day that “I wished
+ I could see some one I knew.” There are gentlemen enough, but no
+ ladies. Uncle and Aunt, I suppose, have nearly set out for
+ Scarborough. I wish we were to be there whilst they are with you. You
+ can have no idea how very anxious I am to return. Was I not so much
+ occupied I should be positively _homesick_, but I have no time to
+ _think_ but upon one subject. Kiss the dear children for us _all_, for
+ we are equally anxious to see you. Remember me very affectionately to
+ Sister Boyd and to the children. Before I leave here I shall be in
+ need of a little money. I won’t seal my letter to-night, but will
+ write you how she is to-morrow.
+
+ July 31.
+
+ I did not finish my letter this morning because Eliza did not feel as
+ well as usual, but this afternoon she is better. She is in charming
+ spirits and so very well that we are delighted. She gives her best
+ love to you; says _she_ don’t feel _at all_ obliged to you for your
+ wishes, and is determined not to join with you. The old lady desires
+ to be remembered, and says,—“If thee was here, thee could do no more
+ for thy child than we have.” Indeed she is the most tender,
+ affectionate of women. My best love to my Father. We are in the full
+ of seeing you soon. I shall not make it long before I write again.
+
+ Yours affectionately,
+ O. SOUTHGATE.
+
+ June 3, 1805.
+
+ Dear Octavia:
+
+ Mamma arrived safe and well on Wednesday morning to our great joy,
+ after having a pleasant passage from Newport, staying two days in
+ Boston, two in Newport, and one in Providence. We are going to Uncle’s
+ to dine to-day, and I can’t persuade Miranda to write a line to let
+ you know Mamma had come,—company coming in every minute, and can but
+ just steal a moment to write. Louise is with you,—I am more than half
+ vexed that I am to be disappointed of the charming winter I had
+ promised myself, with you and Louise to spend it with me, so you need
+ not be surprised if I am rather ill-natured at times. The secret is
+ out, and all your friends, beaux I mean, walk the other side of the
+ street when I meet them. Mary Murray called this morning; seemed
+ rather disappointed at not having a letter. Eliza Watts thanks you for
+ the wedding-cake as well as myself. Give my best love to Louise as
+ well as all my other friends. We go over into Jersey to-morrow,—E.
+ Watts and Susan go with us,—John Wadsworth. I wish you could have been
+ here while Mamma was. Adieu; write me soon, and expect a longer letter
+ as soon as I can command a little more time.
+
+ Your affectionate
+
+ E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ P. S. Remember I don’t call this a _letter_, so no lectures on that
+ head.
+
+ Jamaica, October 6, 1805.
+
+ I am delighted, my Dear Octavia, to hear you are so finely, and the
+ more so as I hear it from _yourself_. I did not so soon expect such
+ fine effects from the new system of living; I am sure all will be well
+ now. A wedding I suppose next, for I conclude from the melancholy
+ pathos with which you say, you shall “neither have the independence of
+ a married woman, nor of a single,” that you don’t mean to try the
+ half-way being. However, let the man teaze if he will; do not think of
+ being married until your health is perfectly confirmed,—I would not
+ for the world. ’Tis so late in the season, ’tis not possible I can
+ come to see you this fall, even tho’ there should be two weddings in
+ November. And so you talk of spending the winter with me,—how you love
+ to tantalize!—and wish me to give you the pleasure of refusing me. You
+ know I should be delighted to have you, but you know you never mean to
+ visit New York as Miss Southgate again. Somebody would put on a graver
+ face than he did last fall on a like occasion, and as he had _as much
+ influence_ then as to counteract my wishes, I won’t subject myself to
+ the mortification of another defeat now I know his power to be much
+ greater. However I won’t ask, tho’ I shall be very happy to have you
+ with me. As for news, you give me more than I can you. We have left
+ Rockaway more than a week ago, still exiled from our home by this
+ dreadful calamity. We are at lodgings in Jamaica, where we shall
+ probably remain until ’tis safe removing to the City. Uncle and
+ Aunt,—Mr. and Mrs. Bogert,[73] have gone about 30 miles down the
+ Island, sporting for _Grouse_, and return to Jamaica until we can all
+ go in town. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers (Cruger that was) have taken a house
+ in Jamaica during the fever; the next door to this I lodge in. Mr. and
+ Mrs. Hayward[74] are with them, but leave here for Charleston this
+ week. I am in there half of my time. We make a snug little party at
+ _Brag_ in the evening frequently, and work together mornings. Mr.
+ Bowne goes to Greenwich, where all the business is transacted, on
+ Mondays and Thursdays, but returns the same night, so I am but little
+ alone. As to news—Miss Charlotte Manden Heard was married last week to
+ a _gentleman_ from _Demarara_, whom nobody knew she was engaged to
+ until he came a few weeks since and they were married. John Murray, I
+ believe, is at last really in love, tho’ ’tis not yet determined
+ whether the lady smiles or not. A Miss Rogers from Baltimore, whom he
+ met at the Springs,—a sweet interesting girl, ’tis said. Wolsey
+ Rogers[75] and Harriet Clarke[76] were talked of as a match at the
+ Springs. Mrs. Kane[77] staid at the Springs till she was so late she
+ could not venture to ride to Providence with her Mother, and the fever
+ kept her from New York, so was obliged to stop at Mrs. Gilbert
+ Livingstone’s[78]—Mr. Kane’s sister—at Red Hook, until able to resume
+ her journey home, which will probably be in November. Mrs. Fish[79]
+ has a daughter; great joy on the occasion. Give my love to Cousin
+ Pauline,[80] and tell her I congratulate her on the birth of her son.
+ What do Mary[81] and Paulina call their boys—Nathaniel and Enoch? I
+ hope not, never keep up such ugly names. Mr. B. says you must spend
+ the winter with us,—he will come under bonds to somebody to return you
+ safe. Give my best love to Sister Boyd, Horatio, and all the family at
+ home. Has any progress been made in the new house? I am sorry to say I
+ fear not—’tis pity,—I had almost said ’tis wrong. I am half mortified
+ when I hear of any of my acquaintance visiting Portland,—’tis true, I
+ declare,—tho’ Husband would scold me for saying so. Pappa is an
+ affectionate Father, yet therein he acts not up to his character. I
+ must check my pen—I am too much interested in this subject. Adieu;
+ make my compliments to all acquaintances and write me again soon. Love
+ to Miranda—tell her Mrs. Bogert talks much of her, and remind her from
+ me of Aunt’s sleeves; are they finished?—if they are, I hope she will
+ send them by Mrs. McKersen. I am working me a beautiful dress,—it will
+ be when ’tis done. By-the-by, any purchases for the coming occasion
+ will be executed with pleasure. Give my best love to (sister I had
+ almost said) Nabby,[82] and tell her I shall feel myself flattered by
+ any commission she will give me either in clothes or furniture; do
+ away her modesty in this thing, if you think I can be of any service
+ in that way, for I assure you ’twill gratify me. Tell Horatio[82] I am
+ impatient to thank him for giving so pleasant an acquisition to our
+ family, but I could do it more heartily in person in New York, if so I
+ might be indulged. Since you won’t be honest and tell the truth, I
+ won’t tell you what I’ll say to you. Do ask Papa if he could send us 6
+ or 8 barrels of potatoes, there is like to be a great scarcity in New
+ York; put them in the hold of the vessel or anywhere. Col. Barclay has
+ sent to Nova Scotia for a vessel load,—a housekeeper—
+
+ What a romantic conclusion.
+
+ Yours, E. B.
+
+ New York, Nov. 10, 1805.
+
+ Horatio is really married then; and we not married; and I suppose the
+ next account your ladyship will be added to the list. How swimmingly
+ you all go on! What a tremendous _marrying_ place Portland is. New
+ Yorkers don’t marry—sad sett of them. I am half angry to think you are
+ marrying in such an out-of-the-way season, that ’tis impossible any
+ one can come to see you. However, I hope to come early in the summer,
+ if nothing happens to prevent, and spend 3 or 4 months. I shall have
+ so many new relations that ’twill be necessary to come often to keep
+ an account. Robert Murray[83] came home quite delighted with his
+ eastern visit, but disappointed at seeing so little of Miranda. What
+ has been the matter with her, any thing more than a heavy cold? I wish
+ she was here with all my heart. I am quite alone and require a
+ companion more than ever, but I suppose Mamma could not hear of that.
+ I wish Arixene and Mary could have found a good opportunity to come
+ this fall, and we could take them home in the summer,—but I suppose I
+ must be content. We have been in town since the 31st of October, the
+ day your letter was dated; it has been a long time in coming. I got it
+ only last evening. Mr. Bowne had found out Capt. Libby, and we were
+ preparing to send the sheeting and diaper by him; he sails the last of
+ the week; the other things you wish we will send as many as can be
+ procured before the vessel sails, but ’twill be impossible to get any
+ _plate made_ to send for several weeks,—we will order it immediately,
+ and as it will not be bulky, there will probably be no difficulty in
+ finding a conveyance. We made a sketch of the articles you wished and
+ of the pieces, which cannot be very incorrect, as I took them all from
+ our own furniture book, and we calculated that the whole of Mamma’s
+ plate and another suit of curtains for Nabby included would come at
+ about 400 dollars. Mr. B. has 340 in his hands of Pappa’s, about the
+ sum that would buy all the things but Mamma’s plate and Nabby’s
+ curtains; however, that makes not the least difference to Mr. Bowne,
+ as he desires me to say he shall execute the commissions with great
+ pleasure, and ’twill be no inconvenience to him to purchase the other
+ articles, and I merely mentioned it as I did not know that you knew
+ the real sum in Mr. Bowne’s hands. ’Tis very lucky there is so direct
+ an opportunity to Scarborough; we shall endeavor to send as many
+ things as possible. Shopping at present is a prohibited pleasure to
+ me, but as all the things can be better procured at wholesale stores,
+ and my husband has both a great deal of taste and judgment in those
+ things, and makes better bargains than I do, you will be no sufferer
+ by the loss of my services in that,—and I can have anything sent to me
+ to look at, and therefore ’tis quite as well as if I went for them. I
+ don’t mean you shall understand because I don’t go shopping that I am
+ confined to the house. On the contrary, I am much better than could be
+ expected and hope with care to do very well. I shall go out very
+ little until the middle or last of the winter, when I hope, if I
+ continue well, to be most as smart as other people. My husband does
+ not allow me to go into a shop. I laugh at him and tell him I don’t
+ believe but the health of his _purse_ is _one-half_ his concern—a fine
+ excuse. Mrs. Bogert is in expectation of seeing Lucia Wadsworth when
+ the General comes on. I have been confined to the house with a severe
+ cold since Thursday,—Friday and Saturday was quite sick, and to-day
+ feel unfit for anything almost but my bed. Adieu; my best love to all
+ the family. You mentioned nothing of the Cypher on the Plate: O. S. or
+ B.—or your crest, or William’s crest, if you can find them out,—I
+ suppose we could here,—or what? Mamma’s I suppose will be S. only. I
+ have a great mind to tell you what a saucy thing my husband said on
+ your anxiety—that the bowls and edges of the spoons should not be
+ sharp; but I leave you to guess, or if you can’t, perhaps William may
+ help you to an explanation.
+
+ Adieu. Yours ever,
+ E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miss Octavia Southgate.
+
+
+ November 14, 1805.
+
+ Capt. Libby sails to-morrow; we have got as many things as possible.
+ There is not a piece of embossed Buff in New York, nor of plain
+ either, there is not more than 2 pair alike, therefore I have done
+ nothing about the trimmings. I fancy Boston is a better place for
+ those things than New York. The most fashionable beds have draperies
+ the same as my dimity window curtains. However, if you think best I
+ will look farther, and perhaps there will be something new open in a
+ week or two. There is but one barrel urn in the city. Mr. B. was two
+ days in pursuit of one; he purchased this and sent it back: ’twas
+ brown, and no plate on it except the nose. I can get you one like mine
+ for $25. Let me know immediately respecting these things. Yesterday
+ the Silversmith came for instructions respecting the plate, and bro’t
+ patterns for me to look at. I ordered a set of tea-things for Mamma
+ the same as mine; I think them handsomer than any I see. The man is to
+ send me some patterns to look at which he thinks are similar to your
+ description. On the next page I will make a list of the goods and
+ pieces copied from the bills.
+
+ 1 piece Irish sheeting, 48 yards, at 5 $30.00
+ 1 piece Irish sheeting, 55 yards, at 6/6 44.69
+ 6 yards Fine Linen, at 7/6 5.62
+ 12 Damask Napkins, at 8 12.00
+ 1 piece fine Diaper 27 yards, at 5/6 18.56
+ 2 Breakfast Cloths, at 14 3.50
+ 1 plated Castor best kind, 12.00
+ 1 plated Cake Basket silver rims, 18.00
+ 2 Pearl tea-pots, 2.25; 1 Trunk, 2.50 4.75
+ ———————
+ $149.12
+
+ The sheeting is quite as cheap as mine, the fine I like very much and
+ think it quite a bargain. The Diaper is not quite so cheap as mine,
+ but it has risen; the tablecloths are cheap, the linen is high I
+ think. The Cake Basket is very cheap, $2 cheaper than mine, and rather
+ handsomer I think. I could get no crimson marking, but send you a few
+ skeins of cotton which I procured with much difficulty. The napkins
+ are not the kind I wished, but there was none of those excepting at 2
+ places, and they were 18/–22/ a piece. I thought these pretty and
+ would answer your purpose. I enclose the marking cotton and the key of
+ the trunk. Adieu.
+
+ Yours ever, E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ P. S. The bills are in Miranda’s book in the trunk.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ JAMES GORE KING
+
+ From a miniature in the possession of A. Gracie King, Esq.
+]
+
+ Jan. 14, 1806.
+
+ My dear Miranda:
+
+ Mr. Abbot is here from Brunswick and will take a letter for me to any
+ of my friends. I should not have been surprised any more to have seen
+ the cupola of the college itself walk into the room than I was to see
+ Mr. Abbot, I could hardly believe my eyes; but I could not but _know_
+ him, as I know nobody like him: he always seems like a frightened
+ bird—so hurried in his manner and conversation. How much he looked
+ like some of Timothy Dexter’s wooden men—at commencement last year; it
+ came across my mind while he was sitting by me yesterday,—’twas well I
+ was alone, or I should have certainly laughed. Frederic,[84] I
+ suppose, is at home, tho’ Mr. A. could not tell me. John[85] and
+ Charles King have some thought of going to Portland. I have told them
+ they had better go some other time, as they will find Portland so dull
+ and none of you in quite so good spirits. James is here and they
+ return with him. You ask about Jane Watts—nobody sees her, she is
+ entirely confined to her room. Doctor Burchea attends her now; her
+ cough they think a little better, but she is not able to sleep at all
+ without laudanum. I have no expectation she will recover, the family
+ seem to have.
+
+ As to news—New York is not so gay as last Winter, few balls but a
+ great many tea-parties. I believe I told you Mrs. Gillespie[86] has a
+ daughter, and still more news. You never wrote me anything about the
+ muslin for Arixene to work her a frock, ’tis so good an opportunity to
+ send it that I have a great mind to get it notwithstanding. If you
+ can, send the things I left to Louisa Davis in Boston. John and
+ Charles would bring them on to me. Walter[87] will want the shirts as
+ soon as the weather becomes warm. You say I have said nothing of
+ Walter in any of my letters; he is so hearty and well I hardly thought
+ of him when I wrote; he has not had a day’s sickness since I returned.
+ I send him out walking frequently when ’tis so cold it quite makes the
+ tears come; he trudges along with leading very well in the street, he
+ never takes cold. He goes to bed at 6 o’clock, away in the room in the
+ third story you used to sleep in, without fire or candle, and there he
+ sleeps till Phœbe goes to bed to him. You know I am a great enemy to
+ letting children sleep with a fire in the room; ’tis the universal
+ practice here, and as long as I can avoid it I never mean to practice
+ it; it subjects them to constant colds. They think I am very severe to
+ suffer such a child to be put in the third story to sleep without a
+ fire. I presume Aunt King and family are all well; they are going to
+ have a fine _waffle_ party on Tuesday. I wish you were here to go, for
+ the boys want to have a fine frolic. Kitty Bayard[88] is to be married
+ in April to Duncan Campbell; all engaged since Wolsey and Susan were
+ married. Mary Watts[89] is engaged to the big Doctor Romaine,—that is
+ quite a surprise to every one: this is rumor. And now I have written
+ all the trifling, I come to what is nearer my heart. You are not half
+ particular enough about Octavia. Does Isabella live in the same house
+ she did when we were there? Has Octavia nobody with her to take care
+ of her child? I am very glad to hear they are so cheerful. Pappa you
+ say has been sick but is quite recovered. How is Mamma this winter,
+ quite recovered her health?
+
+ Adieu. E. S. B.
+
+ Feb. 15.
+
+ And so I must hear of all the important events of the family from
+ anybody who casually may have it in their power to communicate them.
+ Horatio has a fine son, I hear, of which I am very glad; congratulate
+ them for me—do they mean to call him the same name as their other
+ little boy? I suppose you have heard from John and Charles King[90]
+ since they have been in Boston. If you would send the little bundle
+ for them to bring on I should be very glad, and I wish you to get me 3
+ pr. of Mr. Smith’s little white worsted socks, such as I bo’t for
+ Walter, only two or three sizes larger, big enough for him next
+ winter,—don’t neglect it, for I wish for them very much. Let them be
+ full large for a child 3 years old. How are all the family? Octavia, I
+ don’t hear from anybody; you ought to write once a fortnight
+ certainly. Poor Jane Watts is very low, confined to her bed,—I fear
+ she will never go out again. Adieu; love to all. This is my second
+ letter since I heard from you. I write more particularly that you may
+ send those things by the boys.
+
+ Yours ever, E. S. B.
+
+ To Mrs. Octavia Browne.
+
+
+ New York, March 30, 1806.
+
+ My Dear Mother:
+
+ I am most impatiently looking for Miranda and hoping, tho’ I dare not
+ place too much dependence on seeing my Father. I am better than when I
+ wrote you before, tho’ still subject to these faint turns. I have
+ become more used to them and they don’t alarm me. I ride frequently
+ and take the air every fine day in some way or other. I have been free
+ from a return of the nervous headache for a fortnight, till the night
+ before last I had a return of the numbness and pain, tho’ not so
+ severe as the last. I have a very good appetite and look very fat and
+ rosy, but really am very weak and languid. I don’t know why I look so
+ much better than I feel. Mary Murray is to be married a week from next
+ Wednesday; she is very desirous that Miranda should get here; I really
+ hope she may. Perhaps I may get courage enough to go myself if she
+ comes in time, otherwise I don’t believe I shall venture; however,
+ ’twill depend upon my feelings at the time. I shall look out the last
+ of the week for Pappa and Miranda very seriously. I hope they are on
+ their way now. Uncle’s oldest son, John Alsop, arrived here about a
+ week since; he seems a very fine young man, rather taller than his
+ Father,—he will be a second Uncle William, for he does not appear to
+ have half got his height. Charles King has gone to Holland.
+
+ E. S. B.
+
+ Mrs. Mary Southgate.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+ CHARLES KING
+
+ From a miniature in the possession of his daughter, Mrs. Martin
+]
+
+ New York, April 27, 1806.
+
+ My Dear Mother:
+
+ Before you receive this my Father will be with you. He says I need not
+ fear any thing, that I am in a very fair way of doing well; he will
+ tell you all the particulars better than I could write. He got quite
+ homesick, we could not prevail on him to lengthen his visit or go to
+ the Springs and return here. I promised to let you hear from me once a
+ week how I got along. For the last 3 days I have been finely, for me;
+ the fore part of the day I am often very faint—all the forenoon, but
+ generally better towards evening. ’Tis a great comfort to me to have
+ Miranda with me, as I am a great part of the time unfit for anything.
+ My head has been much more clear and comfortable for the last few days
+ than for some time past. Tell Father there was a meeting called last
+ evening of the Federalists in the city, to make some further
+ remonstrances on the defenceless state of the Port of New York,
+ occasioned by an accident that has set the whole City in an uproar.
+ There are 3 British Frigates at the Hook, a few miles from the City,
+ that fire upon all the vessels that come in or go out, and search
+ them. They have sent several on to Halifax, and yesterday they fired
+ in a most wanton manner upon a little coaster that was entering the
+ harbor with only three men on board, and before they had time to come
+ to as they were preparing to do, they fired again, and killed one of
+ the men dead upon the spot,—he was brought up and the body exposed to
+ view on one of the wharves, where several thousand people were
+ collected to see it,—it put the City in great confusion, and this
+ meeting was called in consequence—where Uncle made a very elegant
+ speech. I am very sorry Father had not been here, it would have
+ gratified him. ’Tis the first time he has spoken in public since his
+ return to this Country. The British Consul had sent several boats of
+ provisions down to the frigates—which as soon as ’twas known the
+ Pilot-boats went after and brought them all back,—they were loaded
+ upon carts and carried in procession thro’ the streets to the poor
+ house, attended by a prodigious mob—huzzaing, and the English and
+ American colors fixed on the carts; they demanded the Commander of the
+ frigate to be given up as a murderer by the British Consul,—he replied
+ he had no power over him. It has made a prodigious noise in the City,
+ as you may imagine. So much for Father;—I shall expect to hear
+ to-morrow when he got to Providence. Adieu, my dear Mother.
+
+ Ever your affectionate E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ May 18.
+
+ By way of punishment, if it is any, I have denied myself the pleasure
+ of answering your letter till I thought you would begin really to wish
+ for a letter. However, I quite want to hear again, and as there is
+ little hope of that until I answer yours, I’ll e’en set about it at
+ once. William Weeks told me he saw you in Portland the day before he
+ left there. I wonder he did not tell you he was coming to New York.
+ Mr. Isaac McLellan is here too from Portland. You did not write to me
+ half particulars; you said nothing about Arixene.
+
+ Sunday, May 25, 1806.
+
+ After a week has elapsed I resume my pen to finish my letter. I was
+ expecting Mr. Isaac McLellan to call and let me know when he should
+ return, as I intended writing by him, but he has left town without my
+ knowing it. Now for news, which I suppose you are very anxious to
+ hear. In the first place—Miss Laurelia Dashaway is married to Mr.
+ Hawkes. On Saturday morning, 8 o’clock, Trinity Church was opened on
+ purpose for the occasion; something singular, as it would not be like
+ Miss Laurelia. But what do you think—Mr. Grellet has taken French
+ leave of New York—sailed for France about a fortnight ago, without
+ anybody’s knowing their intention till they were gone. There are many
+ conjectures upon the occasion not very favorable to the state of their
+ finances. ’Tis said his friends were very averse to her going with
+ him. If she had not, I suspect she must have sympathized with Madame
+ Jerome Buonoparte and many other poor Madames that have founded their
+ hopes on the fidelity of a Frenchman. Poor Mrs. Ogden has another
+ little petticoated little John Murray—4 daughters!—I am sorry it was
+ not a boy. What should you think to see me come home without Mr.
+ Bowne? I strongly fear he won’t have it in his power to leave the
+ office more than once in the Season; if so, I would much prefer him to
+ come for me in the Autumn. However, we have made no arrangements yet.
+ Walter grows such a playful little rogue, he is always in mischief; I
+ am just leaving off his caps; I want his hair to grow before his
+ Grandmamma sees him; he won’t look so pretty without his caps. He
+ creeps so much I find it impossible to keep him so nice as I used to.
+ Poor Harriet Beam I think is going rapidly in a decline, she has been
+ confined to her room 5 or 6 weeks. I have not seen the Wattses this
+ some time; they are gone to Passaic Falls with a little party,—Maria
+ Laight, Mr. Delort, Robert Harney, etc. My love to all; write me soon
+ particularly. I hope soon to be with you. How is Sister Boyd’s infant?
+
+ Yours ever, E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miss Miranda Southgate.
+
+
+ New York, Nov. 8, 1806.
+
+ My Dear Octavia:
+
+ I am quite anxious to hear good news from you. Miranda has been in
+ Jamaica this fortnight; she has taken a frock and cap along with her
+ to work for you; I hope she will have it finished when she returns.
+ Maria Denning is married, and William Duer has returned to New
+ Orleans; left her with her friends for the winter. Amelia was married
+ to Mr. Gillespie in the spring; lives at home yet.
+
+ Miss Pell was married last week to Robert MacComb; they are making a
+ prodigious dash. I went to pay the bride’s visit on Friday; they had
+ an elegant ball and supper in the evening, as it was the last day of
+ seeing Company; 7 brides-maids and 7 Bride-men, most superb dresses;
+ the bride’s pearls cost 1,500 dollars; they spend the winter in
+ Charleston. Adieu! Love to all friends, and tell your husband to write
+ me immediately after this great event. I am looking forward to a happy
+ summer spent among you. Best love to Isabella and family, Horatio and
+ family. How is Robert Southgate junr.? That is as it ought to be.
+ Pappa is pleased I dare say.
+
+ Yours ever,
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+ My Dear Mother:
+
+ I find it quite in vain to wait for a letter from Miranda, and she has
+ left me to chance and uncertainty to know whether she has ever arrived
+ at Providence, but luckily, from constant enquiries, I have learnt she
+ did arrive safe, and from some other accidental information, that she
+ was to leave Boston last Thursday for home, with Judge Thatcher. I
+ presume by this she is with you. As the Spring opens I begin to look
+ forward to my Eastern visit. Octavia’s boy is as beautiful as a
+ cherub, I hear.
+
+
+ Saturday, 18th.
+
+ Miranda:
+
+ Mrs. Derby has returned from Philadelphia, and intends leaving here
+ for Boston on Tuesday. She spent a long sociable day with me yesterday
+ and I found it quite a treat; I have seen so little of her but in
+ mix’t parties that it hardly seems like a visit. She is almost worn
+ out with dissipation, and I greatly fear her constitution has suffered
+ an injury from this kind of life it will never recover. She has
+ absolutely refused all invitations since her return, and means to rest
+ for a few days while she remains here; she takes one of our _belles_
+ on to Boston with her,—Miss Fairlie;[91] Miranda knows her. Martha had
+ a letter from Mrs. Sumner yesterday, where she mentions Miranda
+ leaving there for home the Sunday before with Mr. and Mrs. Kinsman; I
+ am really hurt at her unaccountable silence. I promised to tell her
+ all the news and account of all the parties after she left me, but I
+ was quite provoked at her not writing. Tell her, however, that there
+ seems no end to the gaiety this Spring; it does not abate as yet at
+ all. The day after she left me I paid the bride’s visit to young Mrs.
+ Murray; there was a prodigious crowd, a hundred and fifty at least,
+ and many never sat down at all. Madame Moreau[92] wore a long black
+ velvet dress with Pearl ornaments, looking elegantly. The next day I
+ dined at Uncle Rufus King’s with company; on Tuesday following, went
+ to a ball at Mrs. Stevens’;[93] next day, a ball at Miss Murray’s,
+ very pleasant; they very much regretted her not being here; she was
+ intended to be one of the Bridesmaids; and the day after the last
+ Assembly, as you may suppose, was completely tired dancing three
+ nights in succession. Last Friday I was at a ball at the Watts’s, and
+ the week before at Miss Lyde’s[94] to a ball, and Mrs. Turnbull’s to a
+ monstrous tea-party. Yesterday at Mrs. Morris’. On Monday next Aunt
+ King has a very large party. On Tuesday I go to Mrs. Stoughton’s, on
+ Thursday to Mrs. Hopkins’, and on Friday dine at Mrs. Bogert’s, and
+ this evening to Mrs. Henderson’s to a _ball_. I think it will be one
+ of the most elegant we have had this winter. I wish Miranda was
+ here,—so much for Miranda. Adieu! I have promised to go shopping with
+ Mrs. Derby this morning and ’tis growing late. I look forward with
+ delight to the approaching summer spent amidst all my family.
+
+ Give my affectionate regard to all.
+
+ Ever yours, E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ New York, Dec. 1, 1807.
+
+ You won’t write a line I find without a punctual answer, letter for
+ letter. Could not you make any allowance for domestic engagements,
+ etc., etc., and write me at present two for one, or were you afraid of
+ the precedent; I might claim as a right hereafter what I owed merely
+ to your indulgence. I have anxiously wished to hear again from little
+ William Brown, for, notwithstanding your flattering accounts of his
+ returning health, I felt so fully persuaded he would never recover
+ that I could not but think he would relapse again. How happy I shall
+ be to hear that my fears are groundless! If you have not written again
+ before this reaches you, lose no time but write at once. I do not
+ write to Octavia till I know whether she is in Boston or Portland. You
+ must make it a rule, Miranda, to write me once a fortnight whether I
+ answer or not. Charles King will tell you all the news of the
+ fashionable world. I have been in no parties yet. The Theatre is quite
+ the rage. I have been several times,—you have no idea how much it is
+ improved, entirely altered,—looks light and gay,—a perfect contrast to
+ its former appearance. Cooper draws crowded houses every night—I have
+ been much delighted. Mr. Wolsey Rogers’ approaching nuptials seem
+ anticipated as the opening of the winter campaign; of course the event
+ is much talked of, not a mantua-maker in the city but will tell you
+ some particulars of the bride’s wardrobe,—length of her train, etc.,
+ etc.;—a fine lady here, as Mustapha says, is estimated by the length
+ of her tail. If it was not for using a most homely proverb, I would
+ say “Every dog has his day.” Here was our friend John Murray and his
+ bride last winter, making all ring; this winter quietly settled in
+ Nassau St., just what I call comfortable, (you have not seen this new
+ play about _comfortable_.) Poor Sterlitz, who has no way to discover
+ his taste or judgment but by finding fault with everything, seems
+ quite in a _fuze_ (is there such a word?) that Mr. Murray prefers his
+ own comfort to dashing in high style. I suppose, Mrs. B. begins to
+ feel all the palpitations and trepidations of a doating anxious mother
+ in introducing her favorite daughter to the world. The next winter is
+ the all-important era for the exhibition. Miss A., in my opinion, will
+ make a little coquette—the bud seems expanding even now,—that extreme
+ simplicity, which her mother encouraged by always talking of it before
+ her, as if she was too young to understand, is now changing for an
+ affectation of simplicity. I hope she will correct it; time will
+ convince her that simplicity is only charming in inexperienced youth,
+ or rather the kind of simplicity which she possesses. There _is_ a
+ simplicity which gives a softness, a _tone_ (as a painter would say)
+ to the whole character, but it springs uncontaminated from the
+ guileless purity of the mind; all affectation of this serves but as a
+ tattered veil thro’ which you constantly penetrate to the original
+ deformity—Where have I rambled? Poor Mrs. Greene is dangerously ill,
+ her friends have little hope of her recovery. On Saturday she was not
+ expected to live the day,—bled several quarts at the lungs; she is a
+ favorite with all who know her, a most valuable woman. On
+ business:—Mamma told me something about getting muslin for Arixene—a
+ frock to work, but I have forgotten whether she afterwards told me to
+ get it or not. I can get very pretty for 2 dollars or 2 1–2; let me
+ know. Tell Octavia I received the little hat which Mr. Browne bo’t for
+ me in Boston, and shall send the little _tub_ and the rest of the
+ money, as soon as I know she is in Boston. Fashions:—Ladies wear
+ fawn-colored coats and bonnets of the same trimmed with velvet
+ trimming, same color with lappets, cape and inner waistcoat. If I
+ could find an opportunity I should send you a bonnet and Mamma a cap.
+ Adieu,—tell Arixene to write to me. James King writes to Charles King
+ he liked Arixene best of all the Cousins.
+
+ To Miss Miranda Southgate.
+
+
+ New York, Dec. 13, 1807.
+
+ I have been waiting some time to hear you were in Boston, but as I
+ have not heard from any of the family for some weeks I shall write you
+ and direct to Portland. I am rejoiced to hear that little William
+ continues to recover fast, for Mrs. Derby writes me still later than
+ Miranda that he is almost recovered. How happy you must feel! None but
+ those who have suffered the anxiety can conceive the happiness of such
+ a change. I don’t hear half often enough from you. Miranda writes but
+ seldom. Charles King told me last evening, in his last letter from her
+ she says she is going to spend part of the winter in Boston with
+ you,—from that I conclude you intend going to housekeeping before
+ Spring. I have been making a plan for you to make me a visit next
+ Spring. I think there can be no objection to it; your husband can make
+ arrangements to leave Boston for a month or a few weeks, I am sure.
+ The accommodations in the stage to Providence are so good, you can go
+ in half a day—take passage in a Packet and be in New York in three
+ days with ease. You can either bring William with you, which I should
+ wish you to, or leave him if you prefer it. Indeed I can see no
+ objection to the plan. Your friends in New York have made particular
+ enquiries respecting you. Mary Murray says you have quite given her
+ up, that she has not received a line from you for some time—I don’t
+ remember how long. I believe I told you Mrs. Ogden had lost her
+ youngest child, about 5 months old. Harriet Beam, whom I believe you
+ knew, died last week,—melancholy, so young. Mrs. Derby writes me her
+ Father is still far from strong and firm, tho’ much better; very
+ probable his constitution will never entirely recover this shock. I am
+ much obliged to Mr. Browne for purchasing the little hat for Walter.
+ It was not the kind I meant, however,—those here are worn only by
+ girls, square crowns altogether for boys. Give my best love to Horatio
+ and Nabby, Isabella and husband, Arixene—I want to send her a pattern
+ to work a frock in; I have a very pretty one, with but little work on.
+ Adieu; write me very particularly about William.
+
+ E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ To Mrs. Wm. Browne (Octavia Southgate).
+
+
+ New York, Jan. 13, 1808.
+
+ I have been in daily expectation of hearing farther from you, my dear
+ Miranda. I received a letter from Octavia by the same mail that
+ brought me yours, informing me of the melancholy change in their
+ prospects, which I answered immediately and used every argument I
+ thought could console her at such a time. Her firmness and resolution
+ in relating the particulars, her reasoning on the subject, displayed
+ the real superiority of her mind. She has had severe trials; the
+ danger of her child, and now this stroke; I tremble when I think with
+ how much less firmness I should probably have acted in the same
+ trials. I am extremely anxious to hear all the particulars of their
+ failure, how Mr. Browne bears it, where they will spend their winter.
+ I wish with all my heart Octavia and her child would come and stay
+ with me until Mr. Browne could arrange his affairs a little. But I
+ suppose ’twould be in vain to urge her to leave her husband at this
+ time. You mention that you were in hopes Papa would secure Octavia’s
+ furniture for her. I wish you would write me particularly if he did.
+ Octavia writes me he attached all the personal property he knew of at
+ the time. Pappa too I fear will be quite a sufferer by their failure.
+ I hear Webster is gone,—he, I think, had money of my Father’s. Mr.
+ Bowne has always thought he played rather a hazardous game in letting
+ out money in that way. I hope he is not materially injured,—he will,
+ at any rate, have the consolation to know that the education of his
+ children is principally accomplished; he will always have enough to
+ live with comfort and ease, and as to leaving a great deal, I think
+ ’tis very immaterial. I am glad to find his stock here has produced a
+ very good dividend this month. I hope this won’t depress his spirits
+ any,—old people feel the loss of property much more than younger ones.
+ However, Papa’s is nothing to mention at these times, as he is not in
+ debt, has a good farm, and will always have all the comforts of life;
+ indeed, I think ’twill have a good effect. He has always been
+ determined on leaving such a sum untouched, and from that darling
+ object has deprived himself of the comfort of a comfortable house for
+ many years past. Accident has interfered with the fulfilment of his
+ plan; he will now enjoy what he has left without thinking of leaving
+ just so much; his children are, or soon will be grown up, and he ought
+ to have no other care but to enjoy what he has dearly earned, now in
+ his old age. I am sure all his children most heartily wish it, if he
+ should not leave a farthing for them. Old Mr. Codwise has failed, a
+ dreadful thing for so old a man. Mr. Macomb [Ann and Robert’s father]
+ is gone too; all the Franklins too, and a great many others I do not
+ now recollect. Adieu; write me immediately and tell me every
+ particular. My love to Arixene; is she at Miss Martin’s, for I have
+ never heard?
+
+ E. S. BOWNE.
+
+ Miss Miranda Southgate.
+
+
+ Boston, December 21, 1808.
+
+ My best Friends:
+
+ In consequence of a letter from Mr. Bowne, received this day, I have
+ to inform you that instead of proceeding to Scarborough, my next
+ journey is to New York. He writes me that by the advice of Mr. King
+ they have concluded it will be best for Eliza to go to Charleston,
+ South Carolina, in order to avoid the severity of our winter; that he
+ is under the necessity of remaining in New York till February himself,
+ and that he wishes me to return and go on with Eliza and Octavia as
+ soon as I can. As I have nothing of consequence to prevent me, I shall
+ leave this in a day or two for New York, and shall be fully satisfied
+ if I can render them the least service by my attentions. With
+ sentiments of the highest esteem and regard,
+
+ I am your obedient servant W. BROWNE.
+
+ To Mr. and Mrs. Southgate.
+
+
+ New York, Dec. 27, 1808.
+
+ You are anxious, my Dear Mother, to hear from my own hand how I am.
+ Octavia has told you all my complaints: my cough is extremely
+ obstinate, I have occasionally a little fever, tho’ quite irregular
+ and sometimes a week without any. I have a new Physician to attend me;
+ he is a Frenchman of great celebrity, particularly in Pulmonary
+ complaints, and has been wonderfully successful in the cure of coughs;
+ he keeps me on a milk diet, but allows me to eat eggs and oysters. He
+ does not give any opiates; Paregoric and Laudanum he entirely
+ disapproves of; he gives no medicine but a decoction of Roots and
+ Flowers;—the _Iceland Moss_ or _Lichen_ made in a tea he gives a great
+ deal of, and for cough I take a white Pectoral lotion he calls it,
+ made principally of White Almonds, Gum Arabic, Gum Tragacanth (or
+ something like it), the Syrup of Muskmelon seeds. He thinks I am much
+ better already. I have no pain at all, and have not had any. My cough
+ seems to be all my disorder. He thinks he can cure that; indeed he
+ speaks with perfect confidence, and says he has no doubt as soon as I
+ get to warmer weather, my cough will soon leave me. Mr. Browne got
+ here last night, and we shall probably sail by Sunday at farthest.
+ Octavia will write particularly. You will hear from me, my Dear
+ Mother, often,—at present my mind seems so occupied; leaving my
+ children, preparing to go, and making arrangements to shut up my
+ house. ’Tis quite a trial to leave my little ones; I leave them at
+ their Grandmother’s. My little Mary[95] has a wet-nurse; she is a
+ fine, lively child, and thrives fast. Adieu, my Dear Mother; I did not
+ think I could have written half as much; love to all my friends.
+
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE.
+
+
+ Charleston, South Carolina, Jan. 1, 1809.
+
+ Our most esteemed Friends:
+
+ We have now been in the City a week. We find that Eliza has gained a
+ little strength since she arrived, and that her cough is not quite so
+ distressing as before we left New York. She complains of no pain, but
+ her fever and night sweats continue to trouble her every other day and
+ night, as was the case before. She can walk about her room with ease;
+ and she rides when the weather is fine, which she is much pleased
+ with, and no doubt it is of great service to her. The streets are
+ entirely of sand, as smooth as possible, no pavements, not a stone to
+ be seen, which renders it very easy riding for her. It is as warm as
+ our first of May, (if not the middle,) and when the weather is fair,
+ the air is clear, very mild and refreshing. The change is so great
+ between this and New York that I cannot help thinking it must have a
+ great and good effect on Eliza. I find as to myself that my cough is
+ done away entirely, and I had a little of it most all the time at home
+ in winter. Octavia has certainly grown fat, and our little Frederic is
+ very well indeed. Eliza eats hominy, rice and milk, eggs and oysters
+ cooked in various ways, vegetables too, which we find in great
+ perfection here; fruit is plenty of almost every description. The
+ oranges raised here are not sweet but are very large. Their olives,
+ grapes, and figs are excellent. Their meats and fish are not so good
+ as ours. Their Poultry is fine; a great plenty of Venison, wild ducks,
+ and small sea-fowl; green peas we shall have in about a month; so
+ that, beside the change of climate, we have many of the luxuries of a
+ Northern summer. Uncle King gave us letters to Gen. C. C. Pinckney and
+ his brother Major Thomas Pinckney,—both of them being out of town at
+ their plantation; their sister, Mrs. Hovey, received the letters and
+ has been very attentive and kind to us all. She is a widow, about 55 I
+ should judge, of the first respectability, and appears a very
+ pleasant, amiable and cheerful old lady. She sends some nice things to
+ Eliza almost every day. Her daughters, Mrs. Rutledge, two Miss
+ Pinckneys (daughters of the General), Mrs. Gilchrist and daughter, Mr.
+ and Mrs. Mannigault, Mrs. Middleton, Mr. and Mrs. Izard,[96] Mr. and
+ Mrs. Dessault and Mr. Heyward make an extensive acquaintance for us.
+ They all seem very kind and hospitable to us, plain and open in their
+ manners, and yet the most genteel and easy. Eliza has seen only Mrs.
+ Hovey, Mrs. Rutledge, and the two Miss Pinckneys, but she thinks in a
+ few days to be able to receive short visits from a few of her friends,
+ and even thinks it may be of consequence to enliven her. She rides
+ whenever the weather is fine, and is very much pleased with the
+ appearance of everything growing in the gardens here so like our June.
+ We have had one visit from a Physician only; he thinks taking a little
+ blood from her would be of service, but she has not yet consented. He
+ approved of her diet and of the Iceland Moss tea which was recommended
+ at New York, and which is said here to have had a great effect in
+ removing complaints of the cough. Mrs. Mannigault told us yesterday
+ she found immediate relief from it after she had been sick a long
+ time. We expect Mr. Bowne in the course of a fortnight, and then I
+ expect to return toward Scarborough immediately. We hope to hear from
+ you in a few days; not a word have we yet from New York since we
+ arrived. Our darling boy we think we see every day playing about us,
+ without thinking who admires him at the distance of 1100 miles.
+
+ Our best wishes attend you always.
+
+ Affectionately, W. BROWNE.
+
+ To Mr. and Mrs. Southgate.
+
+
+ Charleston, Jan. 28, 1809.
+
+ Dear Caroline, I send by Capt. Crowel a little pair of shoes for Mary,
+ a little Cuckoo toy for Walter, and a tumbler of Orange Marmalade for
+ Mother. I have had only one letter from New York since I have been
+ here, and that from Mary Perkins, not one line from my husband. I can
+ tell you nothing flattering of my health: I am very miserable; at
+ present I have a kind of intermittent Fever; this afternoon I shall
+ take an emetic, and hope a good effect. How are my dear little ones?—I
+ hope not too troublesome. Octavia is in fine health and grows quite
+ fat for her. Frederic has been unusually troublesome. My dear little
+ Walter!—I hardly trust myself to think of them,—precious children—how
+ they bind me to life! Adieu. I have a bad headache and low-spirited
+ to-day.
+
+ ELIZA.
+
+ Caroline Bowne (with 2 small parcels),
+ No. 288 Pearl Street,
+ Blazing Star. New York.
+
+ This appears to be the last letter written by Mrs. Bowne. (M. K. L.)
+
+
+ From Mrs. William Browne to Mrs. King.
+
+ Charleston, February 2, 1809.
+
+ I have been waiting day after day, my Dear Aunt, in the hope of having
+ something pleasant to communicate to you, but I do very much fear I
+ shall now have nothing, if ever, to say about our Dear Eliza but will
+ give you pain. I sat down to write to you without knowing what to say.
+ I have been so in the habit of dissembling lately that I can hardly
+ throw it off, for when I write my Father and Mother everything is so
+ glossed over, ’tis impossible to come at the truth. You know not how I
+ am affected, my Dear Aunt. I fear I am doing wrong in deceiving them,
+ for it is my firm opinion she never will be well. Do advise me, tell
+ me what I ought to do. I think to you I may say the truth—I think she
+ has been growing sicker every hour since she left New York. Her voyage
+ had a singular effect upon her: she suffered but little from
+ seasickness, but every bad symptom she had before seemed increased;
+ she coughed a great deal and very hard, her fever and night sweats
+ were excessive. You may imagine she was much weakened; but I hoped
+ this was a temporary thing, and a few days of quiet and of rest would
+ restore her; but instead of that, directly after our arrival a sort of
+ intermittent fever took place, she had a regular chill and fever every
+ day, she lost her strength very much, no appetite at all. This last
+ four or five days her disorder wears another appearance. ’Tis now
+ Thursday. On Sunday Dr. Irvine ordered her to take Quashy in order to
+ prevent a chill; she took it according to his direction—it brought on
+ her fever at 1 o’clock in the morning, and it never left her till 12
+ o’clock at night, it absolutely raged all day. Since then she has had
+ no night sweats, no chill, but her cough and fever very much
+ increased. Her nerves are extremely disordered; such a tremor that
+ to-day she cannot feed herself at all. She is so weak and exhausted
+ that she cannot walk alone. ’Tis now 11 o’clock—I am sitting by her
+ side, and she is still coughing and in such a hot fever she can bear
+ nothing to touch her. I have not asked her Physician’s opinion
+ concerning her; ’tis unnecessary I feel, I know what it must be. Yet
+ is it not strange she keeps up her spirits? She is looking forward
+ with the greatest anxiety to warm weather. God grant it may not be too
+ late! Dr. Irvine was the Physician Mrs. Hovey recommended; he is
+ indisposed and has left his patients in the care of Dr. Barrow. The
+ exchange has pleased us very much, for Dr. Barrow is considered quite
+ as skilful, and is extremely kind and fatherly in his manners, indeed
+ he reminds us so strongly of our Dear Father that we already love him
+ very much.
+
+ February 3.
+
+ Poor Eliza had a most distressing night last night. She coughed so
+ long that she was entirely exhausted; her fever was very high, and she
+ has scarcely spoken a loud word to-day. Her nerves are in a dreadful
+ state. I inquired of Dr. Barrow what he thought of her situation; he
+ says he can say nothing encouraging. He said the disorder had taken
+ great hold upon her, and had shattered her nerves in a terrible
+ manner. He very much fears a nervous fever,—that her pulse was very
+ bad, as nearly as he could count up to 150. Is it not very evident
+ from his being so candid, my Dear Aunt, that he has but little or no
+ hope of her recovery? And yet so strongly do I sympathize in every
+ feeling of hers, that seeing her easier and more comfortable this
+ evening has renewed my hopes and put me quite in spirits. She has been
+ much better this afternoon and evening, less fever, less tremor upon
+ her nerves, and since she has been in bed has had no bad coughing
+ spell. The mail went to the Northward to-day. I have so little time to
+ write that I have missed it. I will let you know to-morrow how she is,
+ and the next day is post-day again. I know what a kind interest you
+ and my uncle take in our dear Eliza, and I know I cannot be too
+ minute. Our friends here are kinder than I can express to you. It
+ seems sometimes as though we were among our own relations. They think
+ of every little thing for Eliza’s comfort and convenience that I could
+ myself.
+
+ Monday, February 6.
+
+ This morning Eliza was better, my Dear Aunt, than she has been for a
+ week past. Her voice has returned and she appears stronger in every
+ respect. Yesterday and last night she had a little fever, this morning
+ is delightful and she is going to ride. You shall hear again from us
+ before long. I know Mrs. Bogert will need no apology, I am sure, for
+ my not writing. The repetition of such symptoms are distressing to me
+ beyond expression.
+
+ Your affectionate niece O. S. BROWNE.
+
+
+ To Mrs. Bowne.
+
+ New York, Feb’y 4, 1809.
+
+ Your letter, my love, of the 13th and 14th has comforted me. You must
+ keep up your spirits; you will do well, Dr. Bergere says; attacks
+ similar to yours are not of the dangerous kind that some think; he
+ approves of your taking the Lychen again. I have sent a bundle from
+ Mr. King by Capt. Slocum, who sails to-morrow. I am distressed I
+ cannot go with him, but so it is. It is next to impossible I should
+ leave here till about the 25th of this month. Mr. Jenkins, my
+ assistant, is absent, and I cannot leave the office until he returns
+ without relinquishing it altogether, and I have most of my houses to
+ let this month, those I have lately built included, and which are not
+ finished, but I am determined to leave here in all this month. I hope
+ you have a comfortable place now; what abominable lodgings the first
+ were! Don’t mind the expense: get everything and do everything you
+ like, we can afford it. I wish my presence in this place could as well
+ be dispensed with, but so it is. I think it right you should have a
+ Physician. I will bring the things you mention; our children are well.
+
+ Ever, WALTER BOWNE.
+
+ The Ship—General Eaton—has not yet arrived, I will write to Mr. Brown
+ by this vessel if I have time; if not, by mail on Monday or Tuesday.
+
+ (With a bundle of Lychen for E. S. B.)
+
+
+ The following letter from Mr. Rufus King to his nephew Horatio
+ Southgate, will show how much alarm was felt about Mrs. Bowne’s
+ health.
+
+ New York, February 9, 1809.
+
+ Dear Sir:
+
+ I have to beg your excuse that I have so long delayed my answer to
+ your letter written I believe in November. The Plants were a long time
+ on their way, and did not arrive till Christmas, when we had a few
+ days of mild weather, which enabled us to put them in the ground. Mr.
+ Mars is entitled to credit for the manner and care with which the
+ Plants were packed, and altho’ they were much longer out of the ground
+ than they sh^d have been, I am in hopes that many of them were saved.
+ Inclosed I send you a Post-note (payable to your order) on the Boston
+ Branch Bank for 47 dollars, being the amount of Mars’s account, and I
+ beg you to accept my acknowledgments for the trouble you have given
+ yourself in this Business. Should there be an opportunity direct from
+ Portland to N. York in the Spring, any time in Ap^l or May would do
+ (for that is the true season, even on to the middle of June, to remove
+ evergreens), I wish Mars to send me a few more spruces, one moderate
+ sized Box, together with some of the small Evergreen shrubs found in
+ the woods and pastures, and which I remember abounded in the Pasture
+ of Knight’s Farm, and which we called laurel, or sheep poison. Any
+ other small plants may be added to fill up the Box.
+
+ We yesterday heard from Mrs. Bowne, who had recovered from the fatigue
+ of her voyage, and thought herself something better. I am in hopes
+ that the soft weather of an early spring will do more for her than
+ medicine could have effected in the rude weather of our winter and
+ spring. I ought not to conceal from you, tho’ I think you sh^d not
+ unnecessarily increase the anxiety of your mother, that I am not free
+ from apprehensions regarding your Sister’s complaint; it is so
+ flattering and insidious, that I do not place the same Reliance upon
+ favorable Reports w^h in any other case I sh^d be inclined to do. I by
+ no means think that she has no chance of recovery. On the contrary, I
+ have the satisfaction to believe and expect that she will regain her
+ accustomed good health. Mrs. Browne’s being with her is a very
+ important circumstance in a case in which good nursing and careful
+ attention is of so much consequence.
+
+ With sincere Regards, I remain, D^r Sir,
+
+ Y^r obliged serv’t, RUFUS KING.
+
+ Horatio Southgate, Esqr., Portland, Maine.
+
+
+ Charleston, February 21, 1809.
+
+ I will permit no one but myself to transmit to you the dreadful
+ intelligence this letter will convey to you, my dear Parents. A good
+ and merciful God will not forsake you at this awful moment. Our dear
+ Eliza is freed from her earthly sufferings and I humbly trust is now a
+ blessed spirit in Heaven! I offer you no consolation; I commit you
+ into the hands of a Good God, who has supported me when my strength
+ failed me. She had her senses at intervals for the few days last of
+ her illness. She spoke of her approaching change with great composure,
+ said she had thought much of it, that she trusted in God for future
+ happiness with great satisfaction and confidence; wished her time
+ might come speedily that she might be relieved from the pain of seeing
+ her distressed friends. She suffered with wonderful patience; never
+ murmured. At the very last she looked the satisfaction she had not the
+ power to speak. At 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon was this most
+ afflicting scene. Octavia had great fortitude to sit by her when she
+ could speak only with her eyes. She knew us, and listened with
+ apparent satisfaction to a prayer I read only an hour before the sad
+ moment. It was a day of trial with us most severe.
+
+ With much affection and regard to all,
+ W. BROWNE.
+
+ Poor Mr. Bowne has not arrived.
+
+ To Mr. & Mrs. Southgate.
+
+
+ Charleston, March 12, 1809.
+
+ I hope, my dear Miranda, this will be the last letter you will receive
+ from me at Charleston. Poor Mr. Bowne arrived here on Thursday. Not a
+ word had he heard, and owing to his having left New York he had not
+ received a single very alarming letter. He was entirely unprepared for
+ the shock which awaited him; never did I pity any one so. He is indeed
+ borne down with the weight of his grief. But the violence I dreaded I
+ see nothing of. There is no judging from the effect little troubles
+ have upon people, how they will bear great ones. I know it by myself—I
+ see it in him. He is more composed to-day, and we are making
+ arrangements to get away. He is much gratified that we waited here for
+ him, which we had some doubt about on account of the great expense in
+ these houses. The Minerva, a very fine Packet, arrived from New York
+ yesterday. We shall return in her. She will go in the course of a week
+ or ten days. What a melancholy voyage! But yet I will not think so. I
+ am going to my dear father and mother, my kind sisters,—indeed, ’tis a
+ delightful thought.
+
+ Your sister,
+ O. BROWNE.
+
+ Among the letters which were so carefully preserved by her daughter,
+ Mrs. Lawrence, was found the following extract from a daily paper:—
+
+ Died at Charleston, S. C., on the 19th ult., Mrs. Walter Bowne,
+ consort of Walter Bowne, Esq., of New York, and daughter of the Hon.
+ Robert Southgate, of Scarborough, Maine, aged 25 years. The Bereaved
+ Husband and infant children, the afflicted parents, Brethren and
+ sisters, and the numerous respectable friends and acquaintances by
+ whom she was so justly respected and beloved for her talents and
+ virtues, will deeply mourn this early signal triumph of the King of
+ Terrors. But they will not “sorrow as those without hope.” Her
+ immortal spirit, liberated from the body, is, we trust, already
+ admitted to a clear and perfect, an immediate and positive, a
+ soul-transforming and eternal vision of God and the Redeemer. Why
+ the most endearing ties of nature should be dissolved almost as soon
+ as formed, why the dreadful law of mortality should be executed on
+ the most worthy and dearest objects of conjugal, parental, and
+ social love, in the moment of sanguine expectation of reciprocal
+ enjoyment, is among the dark and mysterious questions in the book of
+ Providence. The ways of God are inscrutable to man, “clouds and
+ darkness are round about him, yet righteousness and judgment are the
+ habitation of his throne.” All afflictive events are readily
+ resolved into the wisdom of God. To his sovereign will, reason and
+ religion, duty and interest require us to bow with reverence. What a
+ dark and gloomy veil is spread by the early death of our friends
+ over our earthly enjoyments! How tenderly are we hereby admonished
+ not to expect satisfaction in this empty, fluctuating, and
+ transitory state! How strongly urged to place our affections on
+ things above, to secure an immediate interest in those sublime and
+ durable pleasures which flow from the service and favor of God and
+ the prospect of complete and endless felicity in His presence.
+
+
+ Inscription on the monument in Archdale Churchyard, in Archdale
+ Street, Charleston, S. C.:—
+
+ SACRED
+
+ TO THE MEMORY OF
+
+ ELIZA S. BOWNE
+
+ Wife of Walter Bowne of New York,
+ Daughter of Robert Southgate Esqr.,
+ of Scarborough, District of Maine,
+ who departed this life on the 19th
+ day of February, 1809, aged 25 years.
+
+-----
+
+Footnote 1:
+
+ Mrs. Rowson’s story is well known. She was an Englishwoman, Susanna
+ Haswell, the daughter of an officer in the navy, and was brought to
+ America by her father in 1767, when she was only five years old.
+ Their ship was wrecked on Lovell’s Island, in Boston Harbor, and
+ they lived at Nantasket for nearly ten years, when they went back to
+ England. There she married William Rowson, a musician, and went upon
+ the stage. In 1795–96 we find her acting in Baltimore and Boston.
+ She published several comedies and a number of novels; one of these,
+ “Charlotte Temple,” gained great popularity. She died at Boston in
+ 1824. She taught school in several places—at Medford, at Newton, and
+ at Boston, and was very successful.
+
+Footnote 2:
+
+ Joseph Coffin Boyd, of Portland, Maine. Married Isabella, oldest
+ daughter of Dr. Southgate.
+
+Footnote 3:
+
+ Horatio Southgate, Dr. Southgate’s oldest son, followed the
+ profession of the law in the town of Portland, Maine, and was for
+ twenty-one years Register of Probate for Cumberland County, Maine.
+ Mr. Southgate married three times. His first wife was a friend of
+ his sisters and was Abigail McLellan, the daughter of Hugh McLellan,
+ a well-known East Indian merchant. Mary Webster was Mr. Southgate’s
+ second wife; she was the daughter of Noah Webster, whose name is
+ well known in connection with the dictionary that he wrote. Mr.
+ Southgate’s third wife was Eliza Neal of Portland. By his three
+ wives Mr. Southgate had a large family of children, among them being
+ the Rt. Rev’d Horatio Southgate and the Rev’d William Scott
+ Southgate.
+
+Footnote 4:
+
+ Isabella Southgate had married to Joseph Coffin Boyd. She was Dr.
+ Southgate’s oldest child.
+
+Footnote 5:
+
+ Mary Black, the second wife of Richard King, Mrs. Southgate’s
+ stepmother. She had married Mr. King soon after the death of his
+ first wife, who was her cousin, and had been a kind and devoted
+ mother to his three children.
+
+Footnote 6:
+
+ Octavia Southgate, Dr. Southgate’s third daughter. She married, in
+ 1805, William Browne.
+
+Footnote 7:
+
+ Sarah Leland was the daughter of Mrs. Southgate’s half-sister Dorcas
+ King, Mrs. Joseph Leland.
+
+Footnote 8:
+
+ Arixene and Robert Southgate, Eliza’s younger sister and brother.
+ Arixene married Henry Smith, of Sacarappa, Maine.
+
+Footnote 9:
+
+ William King, the son of Richard King by his second wife Mary Black,
+ was a large land-owner near the town of Bath. Mr. King was elected
+ the first Governor when the District of Maine was changed into a
+ State with a government of its own.
+
+Footnote 10:
+
+ Eleanor Coffin, afterwards Mrs. John Derby, was the daughter of Dr.
+ Coffin, a neighbor of Dr. Southgate’s. Martha Coffin, another
+ daughter, had lately married Mr. Richard Derby. The Mrs. Codman
+ mentioned in the previous letter was a sister of Dr. Coffin’s.
+
+Footnote 11:
+
+ Peony (vulgarly called Piny). Note by M. B. L.
+
+Footnote 12:
+
+ Ann, daughter of Cyrus King (Mrs. Southgate’s half-brother) and his
+ wife Hannah Stone. She was named after her aunt, Mrs. William King,
+ Ann Frazier. She afterwards married Mr. Bridge.
+
+Footnote 13:
+
+ Mr. Jewett married Sally Weeks, a friend and neighbor of the Misses
+ Southgate. He was a grandson of Aaron Jewett, who built the first
+ sawmill on Algers Falls, Dunstan, in 1727, and carried on what was
+ then considered an extensive lumber business.
+
+Footnote 14:
+
+ Moses Porter was Eliza’s cousin. He was the oldest son of Mrs. Aaron
+ Porter (Paulina King).
+
+Footnote 15:
+
+ Miranda and Arixene Southgate were at this time aged respectively
+ twelve and eight years. Their cousin Sally Leland was about the same
+ age. Frederic Southgate, born in 1791, became a tutor in Bowdoin
+ College, and died unmarried in 1820.
+
+Footnote 16:
+
+ _Isabella Boyd_, second child of Isabella Southgate and Joseph
+ Coffin Boyd. She died of consumption, the fatal disease which
+ carried off so many of her aunts, sisters, and cousins.
+
+Footnote 17:
+
+ _Rufus King_, oldest son of Richard King and Isabella Bragdon, and
+ brother of Mrs. Southgate. He was born in 1755 and married Mary
+ Alsop. He was delegated by the State of Massachusetts to the
+ Convention for framing the Constitution of the United States, was a
+ member of Congress from Massachusetts, Senator of the United States
+ from New York, and at this time Minister to the Court of St. James.
+
+Footnote 18:
+
+ _Mary Alsop_ was born in 1786. She was the daughter of John Alsop
+ and Mary Frogat.
+
+Footnote 19:
+
+ Mr. and Mrs. Southgate’s “profiles” hung in Mr. King’s house at
+ Jamaica until about 1875, when they were given by his granddaughter
+ to Mrs. Southgate’s grandson, Mr. Lawrence, of Flushing, L. I.
+
+Footnote 20:
+
+ _Broads_, a tavern near Portland, to which gay parties of young
+ people went on frolics.
+
+Footnote 21:
+
+ The manuscript which was under the seal was so torn as to make this
+ sentence illegible.
+
+Footnote 22:
+
+ _Paulina Porter_, daughter of Dr. Aaron Porter of Portland. She
+ married, first Enoch Jones, and then Edward Beecher. Her sister
+ Harriet married Lyman Beecher.
+
+Footnote 23:
+
+ _Miss Rice’s_ father was Joseph Rice; he raised a company of fifty
+ men and, after the receipt of the news of the skirmish at Lexington,
+ set out as soon as possible for Cambridge and joined Colonel
+ Phinney’s regiment. It was the first regiment that marched into
+ Boston after its evacuation by the British on the 17th of March,
+ 1776. In a letter from Rufus King to Dr. Southgate, dated August 6,
+ 1776, he says: “Phinney’s regiment is ordered from Boston to
+ Ticonderoga. I guess the pious Elder would as lieve tarry where he
+ is, but he was formerly fond of action—hope now he will be
+ satisfied.... Gen. Gates will doubtless make a stand at
+ Ticonderoga.”
+
+Footnote 24:
+
+ Phippsburg.
+
+Footnote 25:
+
+ This letter was never finished.
+
+Footnote 26:
+
+ Mary King Porter (at this time twenty years of age) married Nathan
+ Coffin.
+
+Footnote 27:
+
+ E. Hasket Derby, Jr., was born in Salem in 1766, and died in
+ Londonderry, H. N., in 1826. Mr. Derby married, in 1797, Miss Lucy
+ Brown. He was the son of E. Hasket Derby, who married Elizabeth
+ Crowninshield, a leading merchant of Salem, and founder of the East
+ India trade; known in the annals of Salem as “King Derby.” Mr.
+ Derby, the father, had four sons, who married and had families. They
+ were E. Hasket, Jr., just mentioned; John, who married Miss Barton
+ and secondly Miss Eleanor Coffin; E. Hersey, who married Miss Hannah
+ Brown Fitch; and Richard C., who married Miss Martha Coffin. The
+ father of E. Hasket Derby, Sen., was Richard Derby, merchant, a
+ delegate to the Provincial Congress in 1774–5.
+
+Footnote 28:
+
+ The Rumford kitchen or Roaster was invented by Benjamin Thompson
+ (Count Rumford), a native of Salem. Mr. Thompson, after passing
+ through various phases of existence, went to Bavaria, where by his
+ powers of pleasing and wonderful inventive faculties he attracted
+ the attention of the king, and by him was created Count Rumford. One
+ of Count Rumford’s particular studies was the laws which govern heat
+ and cold, and to him we are indebted for great improvement in our
+ chimneys, fireplaces, and kitchen ranges. Before his time all
+ cooking was done over an open wood fire. In the “Life of Count
+ Rumford,” by Ellis, page 240, we find the following: “The Roaster,
+ if not the first, was the most simple, ingenious, and effective
+ apparatus of the kind which, by its arrangement of flues for
+ conveying hot air around the food in the oven as well as by
+ economizing fuel, allowed of the preparation of many articles by one
+ fire, and greatly facilitated the labors and added to the comfort of
+ the cook. They were especially popular in Salem, where many of the
+ flourishing citizens had occasion to recall over their dinners the
+ ‘apprentice boy in Mr. Appleton’s shop.’”
+
+Footnote 29:
+
+ Mme. Milliken, probably the daughter of John Ayer. She was the wife
+ of John Milliken of Boston.
+
+Footnote 30:
+
+ Dr. Southgate’s family resided at Leicester.
+
+Footnote 31:
+
+ Woburn.
+
+Footnote 32:
+
+ Billerica.
+
+Footnote 33:
+
+ Dracut.
+
+Footnote 34:
+
+ _Francestown_, named so after Gov. Wentworth’s wife.
+
+Footnote 35:
+
+ Lady Nesbert, wife of Sir John Nesbert, celebrated for a race ridden
+ against John Randolph in 1719.
+
+Footnote 36:
+
+ Joseph Allston, of South Carolina, had married, February 2, 1801,
+ Theodosia Burr, only daughter of Aaron Burr.
+
+Footnote 37:
+
+ This was Mr. William Constable, who married, February 26, 1810, Miss
+ Mary Elizabeth McVickar, daughter of John McVickar, Esq.
+
+Footnote 38:
+
+ The Patroon Stephen Van Rensselaer had lately married his second
+ wife, Cornelia Patterson. Miss Southgate spelt the name as it was
+ then usually pronounced.
+
+Footnote 39:
+
+ Rensselaer Westerlo and his sister Catherine Westerlo, who
+ afterwards married Mr. Woodworth. Their mother was Catherine
+ Livingston, oldest daughter of Philip, commonly known as the
+ “Signer,” he having been one of the signers of the Declaration of
+ Independence. Miss Livingston had first married Stephen Van
+ Rensselaer, Patroon of the Manor, and by him had had three children:
+ Stephen, who succeeded his father; Philip, mayor of the city of
+ Albany; and a daughter. Mrs. Van Rensselaer remarried Dominie
+ Westerlo.
+
+Footnote 40:
+
+ Walsh (?).
+
+Footnote 41:
+
+ Oliver Kane, a merchant of New York. He married, at Providence,
+ Rhode Island, May 22, 1803, Miss Ann Eliza Clarke, daughter of John
+ Innes Clarke.
+
+Footnote 42:
+
+ James G. King.
+
+Footnote 43:
+
+ General Henry Knox was a general in the American army during the
+ Revolution. He entered it at the beginning of the war as a captain
+ of the Boston Grenadiers. He was the first Secretary of War of the
+ United States. He married the daughter of Secretary Flucker. General
+ and Mrs. Knox grew to be enormously stout and were perhaps the
+ largest couple in the city of New York at the time when Washington
+ was inaugurated as first President of the United States. General
+ Knox’s home was at Thomaston, Maine.
+
+Footnote 44:
+
+ General Pinckney of South Carolina had served in the American army.
+ He had two daughters, one of whom married Col. Francis K. Huger.
+
+Footnote 45:
+
+ Hodgkinson made his first appearance in New York as _Vapid_. He was
+ born in Manchester, England, 1767; his father was an innkeeper named
+ Meadowcraft. Young Meadowcraft ran away from home, took the name of
+ Hodgkinson, and joined the stage. His wife, to whom he was married
+ on his arrival in America, by Bishop Moore, was Miss Brett of the
+ Bath Theatre. She died in New York of consumption, September, 1803.
+ Mr. and Mrs. Hodgkinson received $100 a week for their services,
+ which was the highest amount yet paid to any two performers in
+ America.
+
+Footnote 46:
+
+ This Joseph Jefferson was the grandfather of the present Joseph
+ Jefferson.
+
+Footnote 47:
+
+ Mr. and Mrs. William Codman. Mrs. Codman was a Miss Coffin. William
+ Codman had at that time an insurance office at No. 28 South Street,
+ New York.
+
+Footnote 48:
+
+ Mrs. Henderson and Miss Denning were daughters of William Denning, a
+ well-known New York merchant.
+
+Footnote 49:
+
+ _Columbia Gardens_ were on the corner of Broadway and Prince Street.
+
+Footnote 50:
+
+ _Mt. Vernon_ Gardens, afterwards called Contois’s Gardens, were on
+ the northwest corner of Broadway and Leonard Street.
+
+Footnote 51:
+
+ Mrs. Delafield was a Miss Hallett. She married, December 11th, 1784,
+ Mr. John Delafield, an Englishman, who had arrived in New York in
+ 1783. They had twelve children. Among them were Major Joseph
+ Delafield, who married Miss Livingston; Mr. Rufus Delafield married
+ Miss Bard; Dr. Edward Delafield married Miss Floyd; Henry Delafield
+ married Miss Munson.
+
+Footnote 52:
+
+ _Malbone_, a celebrated miniature painter. He was born at Newport,
+ Rhode Island, and when very young showed great taste for painting.
+ He travelled about the then known portions of the United States,
+ painting portraits of people in Charleston, Boston, Philadelphia,
+ New York, etc., many of which are now in existence. His price for
+ painting a head was $50. He died of consumption in Savannah, May 7,
+ 1807, in the thirty-second year of his age.
+
+Footnote 53:
+
+ Lucia, Zilpah, and John were the children of Genl. Peleg Wadsworth.
+ Zilpah afterwards married Stephen Longfellow, and was the mother of
+ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Genl. Wadsworth lived at Hiram, on the
+ Saco River.
+
+Footnote 54:
+
+ Dr. William Moore was a celebrated physician of New York. He married
+ Miss Sarah Fish and had by her a numerous family. Among them being
+ Nathaniel Moore, President of Columbia College, and Dr. Samuel
+ Moore, also a favorite physician.
+
+Footnote 55:
+
+ He was returning from his mission in London, where he had been
+ Minister to the Court of St. James from the United States.
+
+Footnote 56:
+
+ Nicholas Low, a merchant in New York. Among his descendants are Mrs.
+ Eugene Schuyler and the wife of M. Waddington, at present ambassador
+ to the Court of St. James from France.
+
+Footnote 57:
+
+ Mr. Watson was at this time a widower with one son, James Watson.
+ This son became a great beau in New York society, but died unmarried
+ and insane.
+
+Footnote 58:
+
+ William Henderson, who had married Sarah Denning.
+
+Footnote 59:
+
+ George III of England.
+
+Footnote 60:
+
+ Bethlehem. This is a place originally settled by a religious sect
+ called Moravians. They were famous for their schools,—one for boys
+ kept by the Brothers, and a girls’ school kept by the Sisters. Young
+ ladies were sent to Bethlehem from New York, Philadelphia, and
+ distant parts of the country, to receive their education at this
+ place. In a letter from John Adams to his daughter, dated Monday,
+ Feb. 10th, 1823, he speaks of it: “I have seen a remarkable
+ institution for the education of young ladies at Bethlehem. About
+ 120 of them live under the same roof. They sleep all together in the
+ same garret. I saw 120 beds in two long rows in the same room. The
+ beds and bedclothes were all of excellent quality and extraordinary
+ neat. How should you like to live in such a nunnery?”
+
+Footnote 61:
+
+ The yellow fever having broken out in New York, the city was
+ deserted by all who could leave it. Even the business was transacted
+ in the neighboring village of Greenwich, which is now incorporated
+ in the city itself and its boundaries lost in the surrounding
+ streets. The following advertisements have been copied from the
+ “Evening Post,” Thursday, Aug. 25, 1803, as being of interest, as
+ the advertisers were not only well-known New Yorkers, but personal
+ friends of Mrs. Bowne:—
+
+
+ Woolsey & Rogers’ Counting House is removed to No. 28 Courtlandt
+ Street.
+
+
+ REMOVAL. William Codman has removed his Counting House to the N. E.
+ corner room in the 2nd Story of the City Hotel, Broadway.
+
+
+ John G. Bogart, Attorney at law & Notary Public, has Removed his
+ office to the House of Judge Livingston, No. 37 Broadway, near the
+ Custom House.
+
+
+ John Murray & Sons have removed their Counting House to Mr. Murray’s
+ country seat on the Harlem Road, 3 1–2 miles from town.
+
+ [This was at Murray Hill, about the corner of 37th Street and Fifth
+ Avenue.]
+
+
+ The Editor being obliged to be absent from town a few days, the
+ discussions respecting _yellow fever_ will, of course, be suspended
+ for a little time.
+
+
+Footnote 62:
+
+ Mr. Boyd, Mrs. Bowne’s brother-in-law, had been in England for some
+ months and was now expected to return to his home.
+
+Footnote 63:
+
+ Mrs. Boyd, Isabella Southgate.
+
+Footnote 64:
+
+ Beau Dawson, Mr. J. Dawson of Virginia. He had been sent out by
+ President Jefferson in April, 1801, as bearer of the Treaty or
+ Convention between France and the United States as ratified by the
+ latter. The ship in which he sailed was wrecked and the Treaty lost,
+ although the envoy was saved. Another treaty was drawn up and
+ dispatched as soon as possible, but there was great annoyance at the
+ delay.
+
+Footnote 65:
+
+ Highlands. The hills about West Point on the Hudson are so called.
+ The road from Peekskill to Garrison’s over the hill called
+ “Anthony’s Nose” is particularly steep and stony. The Beverly Farm,
+ which was owned by Mr. William Denning, lay in the midst of these
+ hills. The house is still standing and is almost unaltered.
+
+Footnote 66:
+
+ To Miranda Southgate, or, more likely, to Octavia. (M. K. L.)
+
+Footnote 67:
+
+ From Octavia Southgate to Mrs. Southgate.
+
+Footnote 68:
+
+ Mr. Newbold and Mr. Philip Rhinelander were well-known New Yorkers.
+ The latter married, December 22, 1814, Miss Mary Colden Hoffman.
+
+Footnote 69:
+
+ Mr. Jephson was an Englishman who had lately arrived in New York.
+
+Footnote 70:
+
+ John Duer married Miss Anne Bunner October 19, 1804, and his
+ brother, William Duer, soon after married Maria Denning. Mr.
+ Rhinelander engaged the two Miss Duers to the wrong men. Fanny
+ married Beverly Robinson, and Sally married, March 10, 1805, John
+ Witherspoon Smith, and died July 10, 1887, in the one hundred and
+ first year of her age.
+
+Footnote 71:
+
+ Mrs. Kane’s “charming little girl” became Mrs. James King of Albany,
+ and the mother of many well-known New Yorkers.
+
+Footnote 72:
+
+ Lady Temple was the daughter of Governor Bowdoin, and had married
+ Sir John Temple. Their daughter, afterwards Mrs. Winthrop, was the
+ mother of the Hon. Robert C. Winthrop. She was long the reigning
+ belle in Boston.
+
+Footnote 73:
+
+ Mr. and Mrs. Bogert were intimate friends of Mr. and Mrs. Rufus
+ King’s, and they occupied adjoining places at Jamaica.
+
+Footnote 74:
+
+ Mrs. Heyward was Mr. and Mrs. Rogers’ daughter. She married Mr.
+ Heyward of South Carolina. Miss Heyward married Mr. Cutting of New
+ York, and was the mother of Messrs. William, Heyward, and Brockholst
+ Cutting.
+
+Footnote 75:
+
+ Wolsey Rogers married, Thursday evening, December 1, 1807, Miss
+ Susan Bayard.
+
+Footnote 76:
+
+ Harriet Clarke, a daughter of John Innes Clarke of Providence, and
+ sister of Mrs. Kane.
+
+Footnote 77:
+
+ Mrs. Oliver Kane had married, at Providence, R. I., May 22, 1803,
+ Mr. Oliver Kane, merchant of this city. Her children were Mrs. King
+ of Albany, Mrs. William Russel, Mrs. Nicholsen, John, De Lancey, and
+ Miss Lydia Kane.
+
+Footnote 78:
+
+ Mrs. Gilbert R. Livingston (Martha Kane), a sister of Oliver Kane.
+ Her children were Mrs. Henry Beekman, Mrs. Codwise, Mrs. Constable,
+ the Rev. Gilbert R. Livingston, and James Kane Livingston.
+
+Footnote 79:
+
+ Mrs. Fish (Miss Elizabeth Stuyvesant) had married, April 30, 1803,
+ Colonel Nicholas Fish. This daughter was Mrs. Daniel le Roy. The
+ Hon. Hamilton Fish and Mrs. Richard Morris were also children of
+ Colonel Fish’s.
+
+Footnote 80:
+
+ _Pauline Porter_, daughter of Paulina King and Dr. Aaron Porter of
+ Portland, had married Edward Beecher.
+
+Footnote 81:
+
+ Mary King Porter, her sister, married Nathaniel Coffin of Saco.
+
+Footnote 82:
+
+ Horatio Southgate married his first wife, Nabby McLellan, September
+ 29, 1805. Mrs. Bowne is here alluding to her sister Octavia’s
+ engagement to William Browne.
+
+Footnote 83:
+
+ Robert Murray, Mr. Bowne’s nephew.
+
+Footnote 84:
+
+ _Frederic Southgate_, her youngest brother.
+
+Footnote 85:
+
+ John, Charles, and James King, sons of Rufus King, Mrs. Bowne’s
+ cousins. James was at that time at Harvard College.
+
+Footnote 86:
+
+ Mrs. Gillespie (Amelia Denning). This daughter died when a very
+ young girl of a putrid sore throat.
+
+Footnote 87:
+
+ Walter Bowne, Jr. Eldest child of Walter Bowne and Eliza Southgate.
+
+Footnote 88:
+
+ Kitty Bayard married Duncan Campbell. Her sister Susan had married
+ Woolsey Rogers, December 1, 1807.
+
+Footnote 89:
+
+ Mary, oldest daughter of Robert Watts and his wife Lady Mary
+ Alexander, married Dr. Romaine, who left her a widow after a few
+ years of married life. At the age of seventy-three Mrs. Romaine
+ married her first love, Peter Bertram Cruger, a widower with eight
+ children. Miss Watts’s engagement to Dr. Romaine was a surprise to
+ her friends, who knew of her attachment to Mr. Cruger.
+
+Footnote 90:
+
+ John Alsop King, oldest son of Rufus King and his wife Mary Alsop.
+ John A. King was twice governor of the State of New York. He married
+ in 1810 Mary Ray. Charles King, the second son of Rufus King, for
+ some time President of Columbia College, New York. He married twice:
+ first, Miss Gracie, and for his second wife Miss Low, the daughter
+ of his father’s intimate friend Nicholas Low.
+
+Footnote 91:
+
+ Miss Fairlee was the daughter of Major Fairlee of the British army,
+ who was a noted wit. Many anecdotes are told of his odd sayings. One
+ of them was, that being on his death-bed he was told by his
+ physician to take yeast as medicine. “What for?” said the Major; “to
+ make me rise?” Miss Fairlee married Cooper the actor.
+
+Footnote 92:
+
+ The wife of the French General Moreau. They came to the United
+ States in 1805, but he returned to fight with the Allies, and was
+ killed in 1813, some say by a bullet aimed by Napoleon himself.
+
+Footnote 93:
+
+ Mrs. Stevens was Miss Rachel Coxe, of Philadelphia, and had married
+ Colonel Stevens, of Hoboken, New Jersey.
+
+Footnote 94:
+
+ Miss Lyde married Jonathan Ogden. Among her children were Mrs.
+ Robert Goelet, Mrs. Dominick Lynch Lawrence, and Mrs. Joseph Ogden.
+
+Footnote 95:
+
+ Mrs. John Lawrence.
+
+Footnote 96:
+
+ Ralph Izard and his wife, the granddaughter of Etienne de Lanci, a
+ Huguenot nobleman who came to this country in 1686. Mr. Izard had
+ been appointed Commissioner from Congress to the grand-duchy of
+ Tuscany, and had performed other important diplomatic services. He
+ was one of the first United States senators from South Carolina.
+ Mrs. Mannigault’s husband was the grandson of Mr. and Mrs. Izard.
+ She was related to the Misses Watts of New York, and for their sake
+ was particularly attentive and kind to their friend Mrs. Bowne. Mr.
+ and Mrs. Heyward were the parents of the celebrated beauty Miss
+ Elizabeth Heyward, who married James Hamilton.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
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+<div id='Frontispiece' class='figcenter id001'>
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+<p>Mrs. WALTER BOWNE<br> <br> From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of W. B. Lawrence<br> <br> ARTOTYPE, E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='titlepage'>
+
+<div>
+ <h1 class='c001'>A GIRL’S LIFE EIGHTY YEARS AGO<br> <span class='xlarge'>SELECTIONS FROM THE LETTERS OF ELIZA SOUTHGATE BOWNE</span></h1>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+ <div>WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY CLARENCE COOK</div>
+ <div class='c003'><em>ILLUSTRATED WITH PORTRAITS AND VIEWS</em></div>
+ <div class='c002'>NEW YORK</div>
+ <div>CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS</div>
+ <div>1887</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+ <div><span class='small'>Copyright, 1887,</span></div>
+ <div><span class='small'><span class='sc'>By</span> CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS.</span></div>
+ <div class='c002'><span class='small'><em>The Riverside Press, Cambridge</em>:</span></div>
+ <div><span class='small'>Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton &#38; Co.</span></div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+ <span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span>
+ <h2 class='c005'>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<table class='table0'>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>MRS. WALTER BOWNE</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Frontispiece'>Frontispiece</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>Miniature by Malbone</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <th class='c006'></th>
+ <th class='c008' colspan='2'><em>Facing Page</em></th>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>DR. ROBERT SOUTHGATE—MRS. SOUTHGATE</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_5'>5</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>From Silhouettes in the possession of W. B. Lawrence, Esq.</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>MRS. JOHN DERBY</em> (<em>Eleanor Coffin</em>)</td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_22'>22</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>Miniature by Malbone, in possession of Miss Rogers, of Boston</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>RUFUS KING</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_42'>42</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>From a painting by Woods</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>MRS. RUFUS KING</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_68'>68</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>After a portrait by Trumbull</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>MR. E. HASKET DERBY, OF SALEM</em> (<em>Æt. 28, 1794</em>)</td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_110'>110</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>From a Miniature in possession of Dr. Hasket Derby, of Boston</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>MRS. RICHARD DERBY</em> (<em>Martha Coffin</em>)</td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_116'>116</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>Miniature by Malbone, in possession of Mrs. Peabody, of Boston</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>THE VAN RENSSELAER MANOR HOUSE</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_130'>130</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>MR. WALTER BOWNE</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_140'>140</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>Miniature by Malbone</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>THE LYMAN PLACE—WALTHAM</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_148'>148</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>LUCIA WADSWORTH—ZILPAH WADSWORTH</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_159'>159</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>From Silhouettes in the possession of W. B. Lawrence, Esq.</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>SUNSWICK—THE DELAFIELD HOUSE, HELL GATE, LONG ISLAND</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_167'>167</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>THE BOWNE HOUSE, FLUSHING</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_195'>195</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>Erected 1661</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>JAMES GORE KING</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_206'>206</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr><td class='c009' colspan='3'><em>From a Miniature in the possession of A. Gracie King, Esq.</em></td></tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006' colspan='2'><em>CHARLES KING</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Page_210'>210</a></em></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'><em>From a Miniature in the possession of his daughter, Mrs. Martin.</em></td>
+ <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+ </tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+ <span class='pageno' id='Page_iii'>iii</span>
+ <h2 class='c005'>INTRODUCTION.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c010'>Eliza Southgate, the writer of the letters here collected,
+was the daughter of Robert and Mary Southgate, and was
+born in Scarborough, Me., September 24, 1783. She was the
+third in a family of twelve children. Her father came of English
+stock, and was born in Leicester, Mass., where his family
+had long been settled. Here he studied medicine, and when he
+had finished his course he left his native place, where there appeared
+to be no room for another practitioner, and settled in Scarborough.
+We are told that, after the primitive fashion of the time,
+he set out to seek his fortune on horseback, with all his worldly
+goods in a pair of saddle-bags. In this way he entered Scarborough,
+where his character and talents were not long in getting him
+a good position. He had picked up some law, and in a new and
+small community was able to make his knowledge useful, so that in
+course of time he was appointed a Judge in the Court of Common
+Pleas.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>He had not been long in Scarborough before he married Mary,
+the daughter of Richard King, a large landholder in the District
+of Maine. “Pretty Polly King,” as Mary was familiarly called by
+her friends, was the second daughter of Mr. King by his first wife.
+The eldest child by this marriage was Rufus—well known for
+the distinguished part he played in the early history of our country.
+A third child, Pauline, married Mr. Porter; their son Moses,
+whose name often occurs in these letters, was a young man of
+great promise. He engaged his cousin Eliza in a correspondence,
+after the somewhat formal fashion of the time; only her letters remain
+to indicate its character, but they are among her best. In
+her lively tilting on the well-worn subject of the education of the
+sexes, the lady shows herself a clever mistress of the foils, and
+there are not wanting indications that the combatants did not
+escape from the encounter heart-whole. But however this may
+have been, all was ended by the sudden death of Mr. Porter from
+a fever caught in boarding an infected vessel in the transaction
+of some necessary business.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Scarborough was not a large town, but its position as a seaport
+gave it some importance, and the society was far above what is
+ordinarily met with in such places. The Hunnewells, Bragdons,
+Bacons, Emersons, Wadsworths, names that are distinguished in
+the social history of New England, belong to the early settlers of
+the neighborhood, and are still represented there. Zilpah, one
+of the daughters of General Peleg Wadsworth, who are frequently
+mentioned in these letters, married Stephen Longfellow, a cousin
+of Mrs. Southgate, and became the mother of the poet, Henry
+Wadsworth Longfellow.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The Southgates gave their children the best education to be had
+in those times. They were first sent to school in Scarborough;
+but, later, were placed—to be “finished,” as the old phrase was—at
+boarding-schools near Boston. When she was fourteen years old,
+Eliza was sent to a school at Medford, and a letter written from
+that place gives a rather uncomfortable notion of her surroundings.
+In these few childish lines, however, the character of the woman
+is plainly prefigured—her observation, her power of clear, terse
+statement, her playful humor, her cheerful submission to duty, and
+her affection for her parents, making her willing to put up with
+whatever was disagreeable rather than give them uneasiness.
+However, Dr. Southgate, as a physician, could see that a school
+where the pupils slept, four beds in a small chamber and two in a
+bed, was not the place for a growing girl, and he therefore took
+his daughter away and put her at the school at Medford, kept by
+Mrs. Rowson. This, for its time, was an excellent school, and
+Miss Southgate remained there until the day came when “studies”
+were to be thrown aside, and “life” was to begin. She
+seems by her letters to have been very happy while under Mrs.
+Rowson’s care—the varied and somewhat romantic life led by
+that lady perhaps fitted her, better than would have been thought,
+to be the guide and friend of a girl of Eliza Southgate’s peculiar
+character.<a id='r1'></a><a href='#f1' class='c012'><sup>[1]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Her life after she left school is so fully described in her letters
+that there is no need of following it in detail. She tells her own
+story far better than another could do it, and much that would
+inevitably be dull and commonplace narrated in plain prose,
+sparkles with life under the swift pen of this lively girl. She tells
+of her visit to Saratoga, with her friends Mr. and Mrs. Hasket
+Derby; and no school-girl of our time, writing from Paris or London,
+could describe the wonders of her tour with greater ecstasy.
+She sees this new corner of the world with the miracle-working
+eye of youth, and accepts everything with youth’s unquestioning
+heart. Previous letters had described Salem in terms equally
+ecstatic, and after her account of the country-seat of the Derbys,
+there could be nothing left to say of Versailles or St. Cloud. But
+what then? Was not this a fine old country-house, with its formal
+garden, its provincial but still solid stateliness, and, above all, with
+its hearty, cheerful hospitality? It was our heroine’s first glimpse
+of the gay world of fashion of her time, and she enjoyed it to the full.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The story of her first meeting with her future husband, of her
+engagement to him, of their wedding-journey, is told with the simplicity
+and unaffected candor that were characteristic of her. The
+letter to her mother in which she asks her consent to the marriage,
+shows mother and daughter in the happiest light; it is the highest
+praise that could be awarded the training the Southgates had given
+their children. Perfect love had bred perfect confidence, and it
+is certainly pleasant to know that the hearts and judgments of the
+parents could only confirm the decision of their daughter. Mr.
+Walter Bowne was everything that the most exacting parents
+could wish as the husband of a daughter so dear to them.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But the new life of happiness thus entered upon was brief, and
+in a few months more than six years it had come to an end. In
+1803 Mr. Bowne and Miss Southgate were married. In 1806
+their first child, a boy, named Walter, after his father, was born;
+and two years later, in July, 1808, came their second child, a girl,
+named Mary, after Mrs. Bowne’s mother. After the birth of this
+child, Mrs. Bowne did not recover her strength, and as winter was
+coming on, the medical men recommended a sea-voyage and a
+visit to a warmer climate. It was determined to send the invalid
+to Charleston, S. C.; and accordingly Mrs. Bowne set out, accompanied
+by her sister Octavia and her husband, Mr. Browne,
+leaving Mr. Bowne in New York, where he had some business-affairs
+to settle before he should join his wife later in the season.
+Unhappily, the sea-voyage proved a disastrous experiment; and
+when the party arrived at Charleston, Mrs. Bowne was in so enfeebled
+a condition from its effects that her sister gave up all hope
+of saving her life. She failed rapidly, and died on the 20th of
+February, only two months after her arrival. Mr. Bowne, who, in
+common with her family, had probably no idea of the serious nature
+of his wife’s illness when she left New York, yet made all the haste
+he could to follow her, but had the inexpressible grief to arrive too
+late. His only consolation was in the fact that her suffering had
+been brief, and that her departure was serene, while all that a
+sister’s affectionate devotion could avail to comfort her had been
+given without stint from a full heart; and even strangers in a
+strange city had been moved, by the beauty and loveliness of
+this young mother, and by her pitiful case, deprived of husband
+and children, to shield her and cheer her with all that the warmhearted
+Southern hospitality knows so well to bestow. She was
+buried in Charleston and her grave was hid in flowers sent by the
+people of the town and the neighboring plantations, many of whom
+had only heard her name and story.</p>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c010'>There is little need for an editor’s help in following the story
+of the life which these letters portray. They are, in fact, an
+almost complete diary of that life, for the earliest bears date when
+the writer was a child at boarding-school, and the last was written
+only a few days before she died. Of the years that came between,
+the record is almost uninterrupted; so that the task confided to me
+resolves itself into little more than a statement of the few facts connected
+with the personal and family history of their author, that
+naturally have no place in the letters themselves.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>No doubt we have gained much, so far as the material convenience
+of the great public life is concerned, from the inventions
+that, for all practical purposes, have reduced time and space to
+comparative insignificance. We have, however, lost some good
+things, which those who lived in younger days must always regret,
+and for which there is small compensation in the material gain we
+have received in exchange. Among these losses, that of letter-writing
+is perhaps the most serious. A whole world of innocent
+enjoyment for contemporaries and for posterity has been blotted
+out, and, so far as appears, nothing is taking its place. Is it the
+newspapers? But how scattered, how disjointed, how impersonal,
+the record they contain! We might as well hope to recall the
+charm of some old garden loved in youth, by turning over the
+leaves of a <em>herbarium</em> in which its flowers had been pressed, as to
+make the domestic life of a time gone by, live again in reading
+the files of a newspaper. Nor do memoirs or biographies give
+us what we want. They are too formal, too self-conscious; they
+want the spontaneity, the vividness of impression, the lightness of
+the recording hand. These things letters give us, and letters alone.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Science has many fairy-tales to tell us, but the most magical of
+all her inventions is that toy, the phonograph, invented by our own
+Edison. It listens to the words that are whispered in its ear, to
+the songs that are sung to it, to the gossip that buzzes about it, and
+the record made on its revolving surface, replaced at any time
+upon the cylinder—after the lapse of an hour, or of a hundred
+years—will repeat what has been confided to it in the very voice of
+the speaker, with every tone and every inflection as clear as when
+first it spoke.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Familiar letters are privileged to play the same magical part.
+To the readers of successive generations, they speak with the living
+voice of the writer; they recall the fugitive emotions, the joys, the
+sorrows, the whims, the passions, and as we read we persuade ourselves
+that we are part and parcel of the times they record.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>What a difference in our enjoyment it would make, were the letters
+of Fanny Burney and Horace Walpole taken from us! Even
+Hannah More becomes entertaining; for though her circle was a
+narrow one, there were delightful people in it, and the letters make
+us at home in her little world, as no formal biography could do.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Nowadays no one writes letters, and no one would have time
+to read them if they were written. Little notes fly back and forth,
+like swallows, between friend and friend, between parent and child,
+carrying the news of the day in small morsels easily digested; it
+is not worth while to tell the whole story with the pen, when it can
+be told in a few weeks, at the farthest, with the voice. For nobody
+now is more than a few weeks from anywhere. In the spring my
+neighbor came home with his wife from the Philippine Islands, to
+pass a few weeks with his friends and hers. Yesterday he ran
+back to the islands, to buckle to business again. Why take the
+trouble while here to detail the gossip of his home-circle to his
+Philippine friends, in letters, when in a fortnight or so he would be
+recounting it to them at their own tables?</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The letters here printed have more than the interest of contemporary
+records; they paint in words, with a thousand delicate
+and expressive touches, the portrait of a lively and beautiful girl,
+with a character as striking and individual as the face that Malbone
+has drawn for us on ivory. Never was a reigning beauty
+more spirited, never was a spirited girl of fashion more truly lovable,
+than Eliza Bowne. Whether she be at boarding-school, writing
+letters to her “honored parents,” and hiding her little homesick
+heart in vain under the formal phrases dictated by the
+starched decorum of the day; or stealing an hour for her pen
+amid the whirl of the gay world in which she sparkled, such a
+cheerful star, and rattling off to her mother the story of the day’s
+doings—she is always the same generous, unselfish creature; impulsive,
+but with her impulses well in hand; a heart brimming
+over with mirth, its clear crystal clouded by no drop of malice;
+witty, but with a friendly glint in her mischievous eyes, even when,
+as now and then happens, she gives formality or presumption a
+fillip. Love and friendship followed her wherever she went in her
+too brief span of life, and fortune heaped her girlish lap with all
+good things; but she showed herself worthy of her blessings, and
+kept herself unspotted from the world.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Something should be said of the literary merit of these letters.
+The name of Richardson has been mentioned; but Richardson
+never wrote anything so fresh from the heart, so playful in their
+sincerity, as some of the letters to her cousin, Moses Porter; nor
+could Richardson have touched with so light a hand the story of
+the drive home in the snow-storm after the Assembly ball, or the
+account of the game of Loo, when, with a fluttering heart, she
+stands, divided between the eager desire to read the letter she
+has just slipped into her pocket, and the impatient calls of her
+partners to join them at the game. Fanny Burney, and Fanny
+Burney alone, could have written letters like these.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>They are not, however, the letters of a practised writer, nor
+was there ever in her mind any thought of publication. It was
+the age of “epistolary correspondence:” all the girls of Miss
+Southgate’s acquaintance were writing letters to their friends,
+long ones, often, made up in the manner of a diary, with a week’s
+doings recorded day by day; for postage was dear, and to send
+blank paper an extravagance, and no doubt, like her friends,
+she forgot her letters as soon as they were sent off. Her correspondents
+were not so indifferent, however, and they kept her
+letters carefully. Her mother, to whom the most of them were
+written, left those sent to herself as a bequest to her granddaughter,
+Mrs. John W. Lawrence, the “little Mary” of the later
+letters. Mrs. Bowne died in the same year in which this daughter
+was born; but her sister-in-law, Miss Caroline Bowne, who devoted
+herself to the care of the little girl after her mother’s death,
+instilled into her heart such an affection for her parent’s memory
+that she came to cherish it with an almost religious devotion, and
+guarded as a sacred relic everything that had belonged to her.
+To the letters left her by her grandmother, Mrs. Lawrence added
+all she could collect from other persons with whom her mother had
+corresponded. They came to her in a sad state, from much reading
+and passing about from hand to hand; and to preserve their
+contents she copied the whole collection, with the greatest care, in
+her neat, methodical handwriting, into two small books, and these,
+in her turn, she bequeathed to her children, as her grandmother
+had bequeathed the originals to her.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>They are now given to the public, enriched with a considerable
+number of contemporary portraits and other illustrations,
+carefully reproduced from original miniatures and old prints; and
+with an abundance of biographical notes, industriously collected
+by a competent hand, which cannot fail to be of value to the social
+chronicler of our time. While the importance of these letters as
+illustrations of the domestic life of our country at a most interesting
+time is considerable, their chief value, after all, lies in the
+picture they give of the writer. It is a picture drawn, as we have
+said, with a thousand graceful touches, and the natural girlish
+loveliness of the portraiture shows best when it is read from end
+to end. Then, as we look up from the printed page to Malbone’s
+portrait, the vision takes shape:</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>“A hair-brained, sentimental trace</div>
+ <div class='line'>Was strongly markèd in her face;</div>
+ <div class='line'>A wildly witty, rustic grace</div>
+ <div class='line in6'>Shone full upon her;</div>
+ <div class='line'>Her eye, even turned on empty space,</div>
+ <div class='line in6'>Beamed keen with honour.”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>CLARENCE COOK.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Fishkill-on-Hudson</span>,</div>
+ <div class='line in4'>October 1, 1887.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+ <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
+ <h2 class='c005'>A GIRL’S LIFE EIGHTY YEARS AGO</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c002'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Jan. 23, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Mamma:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I went to Boston last Saturday, and there I received
+your letter. I have now to communicate to you only
+my wishes to tarry in Boston a quarter, if convenient.
+In my last letter to my Father I did not say anything
+respecting it because I did not wish Mrs. Wyman to
+know I had an inclination to leave her school, but only
+because I thought you would wish me to come home
+when my quarter was out. I have a great desire to see
+my family, but I have a still greater desire to finish my
+education.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Still I have to beg you to remind my friends and
+acquaintances that I remain the same Eliza, and that I
+bear the same love I ever did to them, whether they
+have forgotten me or not.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Tell my little Brothers and Sisters I want to see them
+very much indeed. Write me an answer as soon as you
+can conveniently. I shall send you some of my work
+which you never have seen,—it is my Arithmetic.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Permit me, my Honored Mother, to claim the title of</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate daughter,</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, May 12, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Honored Parents:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>With pleasure I sit down to the best of parents to
+inform them of my situation, as doubtless they are
+anxious to hear,—permit me to tell them something of
+my foolish heart. When I first came here I gave myself
+up to reflection, but not pleasing reflections. When
+Mr. Boyd<a id='r2'></a><a href='#f2' class='c012'><sup>[2]</sup></a> left me I burst into tears and instead of trying
+to calm my feelings I tried to feel worse. I begin to
+feel happier and will soon gather up all my Philosophy
+and think of the duty that now attends me, to think that
+here I may drink freely of the fountain of knowledge,
+but I will not dwell any longer on this subject. I am
+not doing anything but writing, reading, and cyphering.
+There is a French Master coming next Monday, and he
+will teach French and Dancing. William Boyd and
+Mr. Wyman advise me to learn French, yet if I do at all
+I wish you to write me very soon what you think best,
+for the school begins on Monday. Mr. Wyman says it
+will not take up but a very little of my time, for it is
+but two days in the week, and the lessons only 2 hours
+long. Mr. Wyman says I must learn Geometry before
+Geography, and that I better not begin it till I have got
+through my Cyphering.</p>
+<div class='figcenter id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>
+<img src='images/i_021.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>DR. ROBERT SOUTHGATE&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; MRS. SOUTHGATE<br> <br> From Silhouettes in the possession of W. B. Lawrence, Esq.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We get up early in the morning and make our beds
+and sweep the chamber, it is a chamber about as large
+as our kitchen chamber, and a little better finished.
+There’s 4 beds in the chamber, and two persons in each
+bed, we have chocolate for breakfast and supper.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate Daughter</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, May 25, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My dear Parents:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I hope I am in some measure sensible of the great
+obligation I am under to you for the inexpressible kindness
+and attention which I have received of you from
+the cradle to my present situation in school. Many
+have been your anxious cares for the welfare of me,
+your child, at every stage and period of my inexperienced
+life to the present moment. In my infancy you nursed
+and reared me up, my inclinations you have indulged
+and checked my follies—have liberally fed me with the
+bounty of your table, and from your instructive lips I
+have been admonished to virtue, morality, and religion.
+The debt of gratitude I owe you is great, yet I hope to
+repay you by duly attending to your counsels and to my
+improvement in useful knowledge.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My thankful heart with grateful feelings beat,</div>
+ <div class='line'>With filial duty I my Parents greet,</div>
+ <div class='line'>Your fostering care hath reared me from my birth,</div>
+ <div class='line'>And been my Guardians, since I’ve been on earth,</div>
+ <div class='line'>With love unequalled taught the surest way,</div>
+ <div class='line'>And Check’d my passions when they went astray.</div>
+ <div class='line'>I wish and trust to glad declining years,—</div>
+ <div class='line'>Make each heart gay—each eye refrain from tears.</div>
+ <div class='line'>When days are finished and when time shall cease</div>
+ <div class='line'>May you be wafted to eternal peace</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Is the sincere wish of your dutiful Daughter,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Robert Southgate Esqr. &#38; Lady.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, June 13, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>With what pleasure did I receive your letter and
+hear the praises of an approving Mother! It shall be
+my study to please and make you happy. You said
+you hoped that I was not disappointed in learning
+French; I hope you think that I have too much <em>love</em>
+and <em>reverence</em> for my Parents to take any thing amiss
+that <em>they</em> thought most proper for me. I was very happy
+to hear that you had received the bonnets, and I hope
+they will suit you. I have never received a letter from
+Horatio<a id='r3'></a><a href='#f3' class='c012'><sup>[3]</sup></a> since I have been here. I expect to begin
+Geometry as soon as I have done Cyphering, which I
+hope will be soon, for I have got as far as Practice. Tell
+Isabella<a id='r4'></a><a href='#f4' class='c012'><sup>[4]</sup></a> and Mama<a id='r5'></a><a href='#f5' class='c012'><sup>[5]</sup></a> King, that some letters from them
+would give me great pleasure and that I hope to experience
+it soon. I should have written to Mama King,
+but I had not time, but I intend to, the first opportunity.
+I have found the nubs and sent them to Portland. I
+received your letter by my Brother Boyd, and was very
+much surprised to hear that Octavia<a id='r6'></a><a href='#f6' class='c012'><sup>[6]</sup></a> was going to have
+the small-pox. Please to give my love to Harriet Emerson,
+and Mary Rice, and tell them that I intend to write
+to them very soon and shall expect some letters from
+them. Give my love to all my friends and tell them that
+I often think on them, and I hope they will not forget
+your affectionate daughter</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, August 11, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Parents:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It is a long time since I received a letter from home,
+and I have neglected my duty in not writing to you
+oftener. I shall send you with this some of my Pieces,
+and you will see if you think I have improved any: the
+Epitaph on the Hon. Thomas Russell was the first one
+that I wrote. My brother Boyd never came to see me
+when he was up, only called and delivered me the letter.
+I have never heard any thing since from Boston, nor
+seen any of my acquaintance from there. I have not
+been to Boston since Election. I expected to have gone
+to Commencement, but I did not. I fear that the time
+allotted for my stay here will be too short for me to go
+so far as I wish, for I shall have to go much farther in
+Arithmetic than I had an idea of, then go over it again
+in a large book of my own writing; for my Instructor
+does not wish to give me a superficial knowledge only.
+He says if I am very diligent; he thinks that 9 months
+from the time I came will <em>do</em>, if I can’t stay longer; I
+should feel happy, and very grateful, if you thought
+proper to let me tarry that time. I have Cyphered now
+farther than Isabella did, for I have been thro’ Practice,
+the Rule of Three and Interest and two or three rules
+that I never did before.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I would thank you to write me word if you are willing
+for me to stay so long. With wishing you health and
+all the happiness which you are capable of enjoying,
+permit me to subscribe myself</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Your affectionate and most dutiful Daughter</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. &#38; Mrs. Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Aug. 14, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am very sorry for your trouble, and sympathize with
+you in it. I now regret being from home, more than
+ever, for I think I might be of service to you now the
+children are sick. I hope they will be as much favored
+in their sickness <em>now</em>, as they were when they had the
+measles. I am very sorry that Jane has broken her
+arm, for it generally causes a long confinement, and I
+fear she has not got patience enough to bear it without
+a great deal of trouble. I suppose that Isabella will be
+very much worried about her babe. I would thank you
+to write me very often now—for I shall be very anxious
+about the children. I believe I have got some news to
+tell you, that is, I have found one of your acquaintance,
+and relation; it is a Mrs. <em>Sawyer</em>, before she was married
+she was Polly King, and she says that you kept at
+their house when you was in Boston. I believe I have
+nothing more to request, only for you to give my love
+to all the children, and <em>kiss</em> each of them for <em>me</em>, and tell
+them to be as patient as they can. Give my respects to
+my Father and tell him I want to receive a letter from
+him very much.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am your affectionate and dutiful daughter</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, August 25, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I received your packet of things the 20th inst. and
+was very glad of them. If you will be so kind as to
+send me word whether Sarah’s<a id='r7'></a><a href='#f7' class='c012'><sup>[7]</sup></a> ear-rings were in the
+basket, I will be much obliged to you. I have forgotten
+whether I did or not—write me word if you like your
+bonnet and the children’s, I hope you do.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Give my love to Sarah and all the children, and kiss
+Arixene,<a id='r8'></a><a href='#f8' class='c012'><sup>[8]</sup></a> and Robert for me. Never did I know the
+worth of good parents half so much as now I am from
+them; I never missed our closet so much, and above
+all things our cheese and Butter which we have but
+very little of, but I am very contented. I wish you
+would send me up my patterns all of them for I want
+them very much indeed, for I expect to work me a
+gown.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>I am with due respect</div>
+ <div class='line in12'>Your dutiful daughter</div>
+ <div class='line in24'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Sept. 30, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>You mentioned in yours, of the 16th inst. that it was
+a long time since you had received a letter from me;
+but it was owing to my studies which took up the
+greater part of my time; for I have been busy in my
+Arithmetic, but I finished it yesterday, and expect now
+to begin my large manuscript Arithmetic. You say
+that you shall regret so long an absence; not more certainly
+than I shall, but a strong desire to possess more
+useful knowledge than I at present do, I can dispense
+with the pleasure a little longer of beholding my friends
+and I hope I shall be better prepared to meet my good
+parents towards whom my heart overflows with gratitude.
+You mentioned in your letter about my Winter clothes
+of which I will make out a Memorandum. I shall want
+a coat and you may send it up for me to make, or you
+may make it your self, but I want it made loose with a
+belt. I wish you to send me enough of all my slips to
+make long sleeves that you can, and I wish you would
+pattern my dark slip to make long sleeves. I want a
+flannel waist, and a petticoat, for my white one dirts so
+quick that I had rather have a colored one. I have
+nothing more to write, only give my love to all who ask
+after me. I have just received a letter from Horatio,
+he is very well.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your ever affectionate daughter</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Oct. 17, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Brother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Yours of the 11th of Sept. was gratefully received by
+your affectionate Sister; and your excuse at first I
+thought not very good, but now I think it very good,
+for I have been plagued very much myself. William
+Boyd came from Portland about a fortnight since and
+by him I was informed that Sister Isabella’s child was
+very sick and he was in doubt whether it would ever
+get over it. I feel for Isabella much more than I can
+tell you who is but just entered the bonds of Matrimony
+should so soon have sickness, and perhaps Death, be
+one of the guests of her family. I was also informed
+that the children had all got over the hooping cough
+and that Octavia was much healthier than she was before
+she had the small-pox. By my last letter from
+home Papa informed me that I might tarry all Winter
+and I have concluded to. I suppose you would like to
+know how I spend my time here. I shall answer, very
+well; my going abroad is chiefly in Boston, for I don’t
+go out much in Medford. It was vacation about a week
+since and I spent it in Boston very agreeably.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I keep at Mr. Boyd’s when I am there, and Mrs. Little’s.
+I go to Boston every public day as Mr. B. is so
+good as to send for me. I am very fond of that family
+and likewise Mrs. Little’s. You speak of my writing
+and you think that I have improved. I am glad of it.
+I hope I shall make as great progress in my other
+studies and be an “Accomplished Miss.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Horatio do write very soon; will you?</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Adieu! your affectionate Sister</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Horatio Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Nov. 10, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>You mentioned in your letter, my dear mother, that
+Cousin Mary informed you that I expected to go to the
+Ball. I did think that I should go but I altered my
+mind; I had 2 or 3 invitations but I would not accept
+of any of them. My cloak likewise you mentioned
+something about, which I shall attend to when I go to
+Boston. I expect to go to Boston at Thanksgiving, for
+there is a vacation of a week. I had a letter from
+<em>Horatio</em> yesterday, he was well. Isabella wrote me
+word that my Father had got the Rheumatism very bad,
+which I am sorry to hear. If the wishes or prayers of
+Eliza would heal the wound, it would not long remain
+unheal’d.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>My love to all the children, tell them I don’t dare to
+tell them how much I want to see them, nor even think.
+My love to all that ask after me. May all the happiness
+that is possible for you to enjoy be experienced is
+the sincere wish of</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate Daughter</div>
+ <div class='line in28'><span class='sc'>Eliza S.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Dec. 16, 1797.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dear Father:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I received yours with pleasure and was happy to hear
+that you were better. I hope you will continue growing
+better until the complaint is entirely removed. I
+came from Boston yesterday after spending vacation
+there. I went to the theater the night before for the
+first time, and Mr. Turner came into the box where I
+was. I did not know him at first, neither did he me,
+but he soon found me out. With this I shall send
+some pieces. My respect is justly due to my good
+Mother, and my love to all who ask after me, the
+children in particular. I hope to improve to your
+satisfaction, which will amply reward me for all my
+pains.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I must conclude with wishing you health and happiness.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your ever affectionate daughter,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; E. S.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Medford, Jan’y 9th, 1798.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Good Father:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The contents of your letter surprised me at first; it
+may sometimes be of service to me, for while I have
+such a monitor, I never can act contrary to such advice.
+No, my Father, I hope by the help of Heaven never to
+cause shame or misery to attend the grey hairs of my
+Parents nor myself, but on the contrary to <em>glad</em> your
+declining years with happiness and that you may never
+have cause to rue the day that gave me existence. My
+heart feels no attachment except to my family. I respect
+many of my friends but <em>love</em> none but my Parents.
+Your letter shall be my guide from home, and when I
+again behold our own peaceful mansion then will I
+again be guided by my Parents’ happiness,—their happiness
+shall be my pursuit. My heart overflows with
+gratitude toward you and my good Mother. I am
+sensible of the innumerable obligations I am under to
+you. You mention in your letter about my pieces,
+which you say you imagine are purloined; I am very
+sorry if they are, for I set more by them than any of my
+pieces; one was the Mariner’s Compass, and the other
+was a Geometrical piece. I spent Thanksgiving at
+Mrs. Little’s and Christmas here. I have finished my
+large Manuscript Arithmetic and want to get it bound,
+and then I shall send it to you. I have done a small
+Geometry book and shall begin a large one to-morrow,
+such a one as you saw at Mr. Wyman’s if you remember.
+It is the beginning of a new year; allow me then
+to pay you the compliments of the season.—I pray
+that this year to you may prove a year of health, prosperity,
+and love. My quarter will be out the 8th day of
+next month, it will be in about four weeks. I wish you
+would write me soon how I am to come home—for I
+wish to know.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I should be very glad if <em>you</em> could make it convenient
+to come for me, for I wish <em>you</em> to come. Give my love
+to Irene and tell her I believe she owes me a letter; if
+you please you may tell her that part of my letter which
+concerns school affairs.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>My love is due to all who will take the trouble to ask
+after me. Tell Mamma I have begun the turban and
+will send it as soon as I finish it. When I see her I
+will tell her why I did not do it before.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Accept my sincere wishes that My Parents may enjoy
+all the happiness that ever mortals know.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Still I hope I am</div>
+ <div class='line in4'>Your <em>dutiful</em> Daughter,</div>
+ <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Robert Southgate, Esq.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Boston, Jan. 30, 1798.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Honored Father:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>By Capt. Bradbury I was informed that you wished
+me to come home with him, which I should have complied
+with, had not I have seen my Uncle William<a id='r9'></a><a href='#f9' class='c012'><sup>[9]</sup></a> to-day,
+and he informed me that you had concluded to let
+me spend some time in Boston, which I was very glad
+to hear. I shall now wait until I hear certain, which I
+wish you to send me word by the next post.—I shall
+enclose in this a card of Mrs. Rawson’s terms which
+you may peruse; until then I remain with the same
+affection,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your dutiful Daughter, <span class='sc'>Eliza S.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Boston, February 13, 1798.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Hon. Father:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am again placed at school under the tuition of an
+amiable lady, so mild, so good, no one can help loving
+her; she treats all her scholars with such a tenderness
+as would win the affection of the most savage brute,
+tho’ scarcely able to receive an impression of the kind.
+I learn Embroidery and Geography at present and wish
+your permission to learn Musick. You may justly say,
+my best of Fathers, that every letter of mine is one
+which is asking for something more; never contented—I
+only ask, if you refuse me, I know you do what you
+think best, and I am sure I ought not to complain, for
+you have never yet refused me anything that I have
+asked, my best of Parents, how shall I repay you? You
+answer, by your good behaviour. Heaven grant that it
+may be such as may repay you. A year will have rolled
+over my head before I shall see my Parents. I have
+ventured from them at an early age to be so long a time
+absent, but I hope I have learnt a good lesson by it—a
+lesson of experience, which is the best lesson I could
+learn.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have described one of the blessings of creation in
+Mrs. Rawson, and now I will describe Mrs. Wyman as
+the reverse: she is the worst woman I ever knew of all
+that I ever saw; nobody knows what I suffered from
+the treatment of that woman—I had the misfortune to
+be a favorite with Miss Haskell and Mr. Wyman, she
+said, and she treated me as her own malicious heart
+dictated; but whatever is, is right, and I learnt a good
+lesson by it. I wish you, my Father, to write an
+answer soon and let me know if I may learn music.—Give
+my best respects to my good Mother, tho’ what I
+say to my Father applies to my Mother as much as to
+my Father. May it please the disposer of all events to
+return me safe home to the bosom of my friends in
+health safely. I never was happier in my life I think,
+and my heart overflows toward my heavenly Father for
+it; and may it please him to continue it and afford it to
+my Parents, is the sincere wish of</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your <span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Robert Southgate, Esqr.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Boston, May 12th, 1798.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My dear Parents:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Now at the end of the week, when my hopes are
+almost exhausted of seeing my brother, I attempt to
+address you,—a task which was once delightful but
+now painful since my Mother’s last letter. I see my
+errors, and if I can hope they will no longer be remembered
+by my Parents, I shall again be happy.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>My Mother’s letter greatly surprised me after having
+received so different a one from my Father. Indeed,
+my Parents, did you think I would any longer cherish a
+passion <em>you</em> disapproved? After expressing your disapprobation
+it was enough, your <em>wishes are</em> and ever shall
+be my commands. I have spent a week of painful expectation;
+no letter, no brother, no father have come,
+and I am now in anxious expectation to receive a letter
+to-night, but I dare not hope it to be so. Do, my
+Father, as soon as you receive this send for me as soon
+as possible, for my quarter at Mrs. Rawson’s was out
+last Saturday, and as circumstances are, I thought it
+proper not to go to Mr. Boyd’s. I beg of you to send
+for me home directly, for I only board at Mrs. Rawson’s
+now, for I am in expectation of seeing or hearing every
+day and therefore I have not begun any more work.
+My time is spending without gain. I am at Mrs.
+Frazier’s and have been here ever since Thursday. I
+shall go back to Mrs. Rawson’s to-night and there wait
+for further orders. Time hangs more heavy than ever
+it did before. I am with the most sincere Respect and
+affection</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your daughter <span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>R. &#38; M. Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, Dec. 16th.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am sorry to have given Aunt Porter such an opportunity
+of charging me with neglect in executing her
+commission, but I can easily convince her I did not deserve
+censure; for until last Friday I never received
+yours of Nov. 22nd, and I shall execute that part of
+Aunt’s request which I can in Scarborough—the gown
+patterns I shall enclose. The one with a fan back is
+meant to just meet before and pin the Robings, no string
+belt or any thing. The other pattern is a plain waist
+with strips of the same sticked on, and for white, laced
+between with bobbin or cord. I have a muslin done so
+with black silk cord, which looks very handsome—and
+I have altered my brown silk into one like the other
+pattern. I was over at Saco yesterday and saw one
+Mary [King] had made in Boston. It was a separate
+waist, or rather the breadths did not go quite up. The
+waist was plain with one stripe of cording let in behind
+and the rest of the waist perfectly plain—the skirt part
+was plaited in box plaits 3 of a side—which reached to
+the shoulder strap and only enough left to meet strait
+before, as is one of the patterns I have sent. You ask
+so many questions that I hardly know how to answer
+them. Isabella is almost recovered—her family well.
+The baby I believe will be named Charles Orlando.
+The assemblies begin next Thursday—as also do Saco
+assemblies, and on Friday I go to the Saco assembly—probably
+I shall go to next Portland assembly. You
+ask how Mr. Little and Laura do? A strange question.
+Laura is well or was last Thursday, and Mr.
+Little is soon to be married to Miss Bowman of Exeter.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Papa has been confined to the house a week yesterday
+by a wound on his leg which he made with an axe,
+he wounded the tendon which leads from his great toe
+up, he cut it a little above the ankle—it has been very
+painful. Give my love to Aunt, tell her I shall not be
+able to come down this winter, for my next visit will be
+to Boston. Write me the next opportunity respecting
+the sables, and the time and how Uncle goes to Boston
+that I may be in readiness.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Family all well.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Octavia.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Boston, Feb. 7th, 1800.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>After the toil, the bustle and fatigue of the week
+I turn towards home to relate the manner in which I
+have spent my time. I have been continually engaged
+in parties, plays, balls, &#38;c. &#38;c. Since the first week I
+came to town, I have attended all the balls and assemblies,
+one one week and one the next. They have regular
+balls once a fortnight, so that I have been to one
+or the other every Thursday. They are very brilliant,
+and I have formed a number of pleasing acquaintances
+there; last night, which was ball night, I drew No. 5, &#38;
+2nd sett drew a Mr. Snow, bad partner; danced voluntarily
+with Mr. Oliver, Mr. Andrews, Mr. McPherson;
+danced until 1 o’clock; they have charming suppers,
+table laid entirely with china. I had charming partners
+always. To-day I intended going to Mrs. Codman’s,
+engaged to a week ago, but wrote a billett I was indisposed,
+but the truth of the matter was that I wanted to
+go to the play to see Bunker hill, and Uncle (William
+King) wished I should—therefore I shall go. I have
+engagements for the greater part of next week. To-morrow
+we all go to hear Fisher Ames’ Eulogy. And
+in the morning going to look at some instruments; however
+we got one picked out that I imagine we shall
+take, 150 dollars—a charming toned one and not made
+in this country. I am still at Mrs. Frazier’s, she treats
+me with the greatest attention. Nancy is indeed a
+charming girl,—I have the promise of her company
+the ensuing summer. I have bought me a very handsome
+skirt, white satin. Richard Cutts went shopping
+with me yesterday morn, engaged to go to the play
+next week with him. For mourning for Washington
+the ladies dress as much as if for a relation, some entirely
+in black, but now many wear only a ribbon with
+a line painted on it. I have not yet been out to see
+Mrs. Rawson and Miss Haskell, but intend to next
+week. Uncle William [King] has been very attentive
+to me—carried me to the play 3 or 4 times and to all
+the balls and assemblies excepting the last which I
+went with Mr. Andrews. Give my best respects to
+Pappa and Mamma, and tell them I shall soon be tired
+of this dissipated life and almost want to go home
+already. I have a line to write to Mary Porter and
+must conclude.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Octavia.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>
+<img src='images/i_044.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>Mrs. JOHN DERBY. (Eleanor Coffin.)<br> <br> From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of Miss Rogers of Boston.<br> <br> ARTOTYPE, E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Now Mamma, what do you think I am going to ask
+for?—a wig. Eleanor<a id='r10'></a><a href='#f10' class='c012'><sup>[10]</sup></a> has got a new one just like my
+hair and only 5 dollars, Mrs. Mayo one just like it. I
+must either cut my hair or have one, I cannot dress it
+at all <em>stylish</em>. Mrs. Coffin bought Eleanor’s and says
+that she will write to Mrs. Sumner to get me one just
+like it; how much time it will save—in one year we
+could save it in pins and paper, besides the <em>trouble</em>. At
+the assembly I was quite ashamed of my head, for nobody
+has long hair. If you will consent to my having
+one do send me over a 5 dollar bill by the post immediately
+after you receive this, for I am in hopes to have it
+for the next Assembly—do send me word immediately
+if you can let me have one. Tell Octavia she must
+write soon, and that there are many inquiries after her.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c015'>To Octavia Southgate—Mrs. Frazier’s.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line in4'>12th of June, 1800.</div>
+ <div class='line'>Hanover Street, Boston.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>In the Hospital! Bless your heart, I am not there!
+Who told you I was? Mr. Davis I know, if you see him
+tell him I shall scold him for it. Martha has heard the
+same; true I had some idea of going in, but gave it up
+as soon as I heard Dr. Coffin did not attend. Horatio
+did likewise. Your last to Mamma is dated from Mrs.
+Frazier’s; how, Octavia, shall we discharge the debt of
+gratitude which we owe her? it had exceeded my hopes
+of payment before you went, surely it is now doubled.
+You mention nothing of any letters from me; I have
+written several and in one told you particularly that
+Mamma wished you by all means to take lessons in
+music; you don’t tell us what you have done since you
+have been in Medford. Martha writes me that you are
+to spend part of vacation at Mrs. Sumner’s. What has
+become of Ann and Harriett? I am out of patience
+waiting for them, why don’t they write, it is an age since
+I have had one line. Col. Boyd I hope will bring some
+letters from all of you. I have heard that Eleanor Coffin
+received attentions from Sam Davis when in Boston, did
+you hear of it? Martha writes me too that Mr. Andrews
+is paying attention to a young lady in Boston, but does
+not mention her name, <em>Miss Packman</em> I guess; he was
+said to be her swain last winter. Mary Porter went
+home last week, I went with her, she has now gone to
+Topsham to tarry until uncle returns. I anxiously expect
+a letter from Ann or Harriett to know the reason
+that they don’t hasten their visit. I am learning my
+12th tune, Octavia, I almost worship my Instrument,—it
+reciprocates my sorrows and joys, and is my bosom
+companion. How I long to have you return! I have
+hardly attempted to sing since you went away. I am
+sure I shall not dare to when you return. I must enjoy
+my triumph while you are absent; my musical talents
+will be dim when compared with the lustre of yours.
+Pooh, Eliza, you are not envious? no! I will excel in
+something else if not in music. Oh nonsense, this spirit
+of emulation in families is destructive of concord and
+harmony, at least I will endeavor to excel you in <em>sisterly
+affection</em>. If you outshine me in accomplishments, will
+it not be all in the family? Certainly. How I wish I
+had a <em>balloon</em>, I would see you and all my friends in Boston
+in a trice. I have not got one. Do tell me is Ann
+the same dear good friend and as much my <em>sister romp</em>
+as ever? Tell her I am so affronted with her that I
+won’t speak to her. Sister Boyd is over, won’t go home
+this week; about your work, I will go down stairs and
+ask Mamma,—a <em>mourning piece</em> with a figure in it, and
+two other pictures, <em>mates</em>—figures of females I think
+handsomer than Landscapes. Mrs. Rawson knows what
+is best,—thus says Mamma—she don’t wish any
+screens. Mr. Little, the bearer of this, another beau I
+send you, and here is poor <em>I</em> not a bit of a one, <em>Doc. Bacon</em>
+excepted, and even <em>him</em>, <em>Cousin Mary</em>, selfish creature,
+has lugged off his <em>heart</em> and left the remainder here,
+so we might as well have a stump—poor soul, his face
+looks like a <em>Piana</em>,<a id='r11'></a><a href='#f11' class='c012'><sup>[11]</sup></a> one continued blush—I suppose
+for fear of hearing her name mentioned, and she, unreasonable
+creature! thinks he is not all perfection. Unaccountable
+taste! he is very <em>delightsome</em> surely,—how
+long shall I rant at this rate. I long to go to Portland
+and then I shall see some being that looks like a beau—or
+a monkey, or anything you please;—To supply the
+loss I often look out the window, till my imagination
+forms one out of a tree or anything that I see, we can
+imagine anything you know. Bless my soul, Mr. L. is
+waiting!</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Give my love, respects, everything, to all.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>July 3rd, 1800.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I believe, my Dear Mother, that you meant to give me
+a very close lesson in Economy—when you cut out the
+shirts for me to make. You had measured off the
+bodies of two and cut them part way in—and also the
+sleeves were marked,—after I had cut them off there
+was a quarter of a yard left. I now wanted the collars
+and all the trimmings. I made out after a great deal of
+planning to get out the shoulder pieces,—wrist-bands,
+1 pair of neck gussets and one of sleeve do., are still
+wanting. I shall send this on by Mrs. Smith, and if you
+can find out when she returns I wish you would send
+some linen and some more shirts to make as I shall soon
+finish these, and can as well finish making up the piece
+here as at home. I was very sorry I did not wear my
+<em>habit</em> down as I shall want it when I go to Wiscassett.
+If you can possibly find an opportunity, I wish you
+would send it to me. Aunt Porter’s child is one of the
+most troublesome ones I ever saw, he cries continually,
+and she is at present destitute of any help except a little
+girl about 12 years old. I wish, my Dear Mother, that
+you would forward all letters that come to Scarborough
+for me immediately. I hope you will enjoy yourself in
+Portland this week. I was almost tempted to wish to
+stay a week there,—there were so many parties, and
+so gay every body appeared—that I longed to stay and
+take part. I forgot all about it before I got to Topsham,—much
+as I enjoy society I never am unhappy when
+without it,—I cannot but feel happy that I was brought
+up in retirement,—since from habit at least, I have contracted
+a love for solitude, I never feel alone when I have
+my pen or my book. I feel that I ought to be very
+happy in the company of such a woman as Aunt Porter,
+for I really don’t know any one whose mind is more improved,
+and which makes her both a useful and instructing
+companion. Her sentiments and opinions are more
+like those I have formed than any person I know of. I
+think my disposition like hers, and I feel myself drawn
+towards her by an irresistible impulse, not an hour but
+she reminds me of you and I sincerely think her more
+like you than your own sister. I shall write you when I
+go farther East. I don’t know what I shall do about
+writing Octavia, as Mrs. Rawson told her I wrote on an
+improper subject when I asked her in my letter if Mr.
+Davis was paying attention to Eleanor Coffin, and she
+would not let her answer the question. This is <em>refining</em>
+too much, and if I can’t write as I feel, I can’t write at
+all. Now I ask you, Mamma, if it is not quite a natural
+question when we hear that any of our friends are paid
+attention to by any gentleman, to ask a confirmation of
+the report from those we think most likely to know the
+particulars. Never did I write a line to Octavia but I
+should have been perfectly willing for you or my Father
+to have seen. You have always treated me more like a
+companion than a daughter, and therefore would make
+allowance for the volatile expressions I often make use
+of. I never felt the least restraint in company with my
+Parents which would induce me to stifle my gaiety, and
+you have kindly permitted me to rant over all my nonsense
+uncorrected, and I positively believe it has never
+injured. I must bid you good-night.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Pray don’t forget to send some more shirts.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>July 17, 1800.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I must again trouble my Dear Mother by requesting
+her to send on my spotted muslin. A week from next
+Saturday I set out for Wiscassett, in company with Uncle
+William and Aunt Porter. Uncle will fetch Ann<a id='r12'></a><a href='#f12' class='c012'><sup>[12]</sup></a> to
+meet us there, and as she has some acquaintance there
+we shall stay some time and aunt will leave us and return
+to Topsham; so long a visit in Wiscassett will
+oblige me to muster all my muslins, for I am informed
+they are so monstrous smart as to take no notice of any
+lady that can condescend to wear a calico gown, therefore,
+dear mother, to ensure me a favorable reception,
+pray send my spotted muslin by the next mail after you
+receive this, or I shall be on my way to Wiscassett. I
+shall go on horseback,—how I want my habit,—I wish
+it had not been so warm when I left home and I should
+have worn it. I am in hopes you will find an opportunity
+to send it by a private conveyance before I go, but
+my muslin you must certainly send by the mail. Aunt
+Porter’s little Rufus is very sick, poor child, he was born
+under an evil star. I believe Pandora opened her box
+upon him when he first came into existence. The
+mumps, I believe, now afflict him; night before last we
+were alarmed about him for fear of his having the
+Quinsy, but I believe he is in no danger of that now. I
+wish to hear from home very much.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I shall anxiously await the arrival of the next mail
+after you receive this.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, Sept. 14, 1800.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I suppose I ought to commence my letter with an
+humble apology, begging forgiveness for past offences
+and promising to do better in future, but no, I will only
+tell you that I have been so much engaged since I got
+home from Topsham that I could not write you. Martha
+tells us you were in Boston last Sunday. Mamma thinks,
+Octavia, you are there too much, we do not know how
+often, but we hear of you there very often indeed. I
+think, my dear sister, you ought to improve every moment
+of your time, which is short, very short to complete
+your education. In November terminates the period
+of your instruction. The last you will receive perhaps
+ever, only what you may gain by observation.
+You will never cease to learn I hope, the world is a volume
+of instruction, which will afford you continual employment,—peruse
+it with attention and candor and you
+will never think the time thus employed misspent. I
+think, Octavia, I would not leave my school again until
+you finally leave it. You may—you will think this is
+harsh; you will not always think so; remember those
+that wish it must know better what is proper than you
+possibly can. Horatio will come on for you as soon as
+your quarter is out. We anticipate the time with pleasure;
+employ your time in such a manner as to make
+your improvements conspicuous. A boarding-school, I
+know, my dear Sister, is not like home, but reflect a moment,
+is it not necessary, <em>absolutely necessary</em> to be more
+strict in the government of 20 or 30 young ladies, nearly
+of an age and different dispositions, than a private family?
+Your good sense will easily tell you it is. No
+task can be greater than the care of so many girls, it is
+impossible not to be <em>partial</em>, but we may conceal our
+partiality. I should have a poor opinion of any person
+that did not feel a love for merit, superior to what they
+can for the world in general. I should never approve
+of such general love. I say this not because I think
+you are discontented, far from it—your letters tell us
+quite the reverse and I believe it. Surely, Octavia, you
+must allow that no woman was ever better calculated to
+govern a school than Mrs. Rawson. She governs by
+the love with which she always inspires her scholars.
+You have been indulged, Octavia, so we have all. I was
+discontented when I first went from home. I dare say
+you have had some disagreeable sensations, yet your
+reason will convince you, you ought not to have had.
+You had no idea when you left home of any difference in
+your manner of living. I knew you would easily be
+reconciled to it and therefore said but little to you about
+it. Yesterday Miss Haskell’s letter, which I so much
+wished for and so highly prize, was sent me; tell her to
+trust no more letters to the politeness of Mr. Jewett,<a id='r13'></a><a href='#f13' class='c012'><sup>[13]</sup></a>
+for he will forget to deliver them; he has been studying
+in the same office with Horatio ever since he returned
+and never told him he had a letter for me till I told Horatio
+to ask him. I did get it at last and will answer it
+as soon as I have an opportunity, which I expect soon,
+my letters are of too little consequence to send by Post.
+Tell Miss Haskell how highly I am obliged to her for
+every letter, and how much it gratifies me to have her
+write thus. My love and esteem ever awaits our good
+Mrs. Rawson, and hope she does not intend my last letter
+shall go unanswered. Susan Wyman is still remembered
+as the companion of my amusements in Medford.
+Irene joins me in love to her. Betsey Bloom my love to
+her likewise.—Family are all well, Octavia, Sister Boyd
+is here, been with us several days. Let us hear from you
+when you have an opportunity. I should like to know
+how many tunes you play, but you have never answered
+any of my enquiries of this kind, therefore I suppose I
+ought not to make them. Your</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Octavia.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, Sept. 14, 1800.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Tired, stupid, and sleepy, I feel that I can write nothing
+instructive or amusing. Oh these <em>summer balls</em> are
+not the thing, but it was much more comfortable than
+I expected. My ears were continually assailed with
+lamentations that you were not present. Mr. Kinsman
+would certainly have gone out for you (so he said) had
+he ever been at our house. He really asked one or two
+gentlemen to go. He is a frothy fellow. He rattles
+without a spark of fancy and stuns you with his volubility,
+as anything hollow or empty always makes the
+most noise. I told him I received a letter from you
+yesterday. He gave a pious ejaculation to heaven,
+turned gracefully on his heel and entreated in the most
+humble manner that I would grant him a sight of one
+line! I refused as I thought him too insignificant an
+animal to be so much honored. Col. Boyd arrived last
+night, I found him in the parlor when I went down to
+breakfast, he enquired for you. Mr. Derby and Mr.
+Coffin will leave town to-day or to-morrow for Boston,
+they undoubtedly will call and see you. ’Twill be a
+good opportunity to send me the money if Mamma
+pleases. Harriet will sail to-morrow or next day, she
+sends an abundance of love.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Octavia.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Bath, October, Sunday.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>After a fortnight very pleasantly spent in Wiscassett
+I return to Bath. In my last I mentioned that Judge
+Lowell’s family were expected in Wiscassett; they came
+immediately after, and Eliza, the youngest, brought
+letters from Ellen Coffin, thus I very readily got
+acquainted with them. Judge Lowell appears to be
+one of the mildest, most amiable men I ever saw.
+Mrs. Lowell is a fine ladylike woman, yet her manners
+are such as would have been admired 50 years ago,
+there is too much appearance of whalebone and buckram
+to please the depraved taste of the present age.
+Nanny L., the oldest daughter, is animated, sensible,
+enthusiastic, and very easy and pleasing in her conversation
+and manners, you would be delighted with her
+conversation—’tis elegant and refined, she has no airs.
+Eliza is a little, charming, sweet creature, she is about
+17 or 18, short, fat, and a blooming complexion, handsome
+blue eyes, light hair, beautiful dimples, artless
+and unaffected in her manners,—indeed I was delighted
+with her, she is so perfectly amiable in her
+appearance. I was much pleased at an acquaintance
+with them. At Wiscassett I was invited to accompany
+them to Bath, as they were going in a boat. I accepted
+with pleasure. In the morning, which was Monday,
+they called for me and I went with them as far as
+Tincham’s where they kept; at last, after a long debate,
+it was thought too hazardous to go by water while the
+wind blew so violently, ’twas determined to go by land.
+Mr. Lee took the two Miss Lowells and myself in his
+carriage, which holds 4 very charmingly. Judge Lowell
+and wife in a chaise with a boy to carry it back. Judge
+Bourne in a chair with a boy, and Mr. Merrill on horseback.
+About 5 miles on our way Mr. Lee took Mr.
+Merrill’s horse and he sat in with us, and he sang us a
+number of songs; we had a charming time. At the ferry
+Mr. Lee, Mr. Merrill, and the boys with the chaise left
+us; we then all got into a boat and landed at Uncle’s
+wharf; ’tis about 3 miles, a most charming sail, indeed
+we had a very pleasant time. They went directly to
+Page’s, and in the evening I went up to see them; left
+them at 8 and with real regret. I had passed several
+pleasant hours in their society. They set out in the
+morning for Portland. Only think of Eleanor going to
+be married; ’tis no more than I expected and believed
+at the moment I heard it. Poor Mrs. Sumner, what an
+afflicting loss she has met with, my heart bleeds while I
+think how <em>very fond</em> she was of the little creature, she
+was a lovely child. How do all do at home? I long to
+get home, I never wanted to see home more in my life,
+yet I am very happy here. I wish Mamma would send
+me two of my cotton shifts and my habit or great-coat
+to ride home in; send them by Uncle. Pray get the
+instrument tuned. If you see Moses<a id='r14'></a><a href='#f14' class='c012'><sup>[14]</sup></a> soon tell him I
+think it impossible to find words to express my obligation
+to him for his many and long letters, yet I shall
+endeavour to convince him I have a due sense of them.
+I shall make all the return in my power. I was going
+up to Topsham this week. I wish to very much, but
+Mamma King and Uncle both going, Nanny would be
+quite alone, I must stay to comfort her. As to Aunt
+Porter I believe she will think I am never coming to
+Topsham. I begin to think so myself, but what am I to
+do? However I must. I shall go as soon as Uncle returns
+and stay till I return home. I want to see Aunt
+Porter very much. Write me soon and tell me what
+news you hear. Love to all. Is Pappa gone to Salem?</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Octavia Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c002'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Moses Porter.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>My most charming Cousin! Most kind and condescending
+friend—teach me how I may express the
+grateful sense I have of the obligations I owe you; your
+many and long letters have chased away the spleen,
+they have rendered me cheerful and happy, and I almost
+forgot I was so far from home.—O shame on you!
+Moses, you know I hate this formality among friends,
+you know how gladly I would throw all these fashionable
+forms from our correspondence; but you still
+oppose me, you adhere to them with as much scrupulosity
+as to the ten commandments, and for aught I
+know you believe them equally essential to the salvation
+of your soul. But, Eliza, you have not answered
+my last letter! True, and if I had not have answered
+it, would you never have written me again—and I
+confess that I believe you would not—yet I am
+mortified and displeased that you value my letters so
+little, that the exertions to continue the correspondence
+must all come from me, that if I relax my zeal in the
+smallest degree it may drop to the ground without your
+helping hand to raise it. I do think you are a charming
+fellow,—would not write because I am in debt,
+well, be it so, my ceremonious friend,—I submit, and
+though I transgress by sending a half sheet more than
+you ever did, yet I assure you ’twas to convince you of
+the violence of my anger which could <em>induce</em> me to
+forget the rules of politeness. I am at Wiscassett. I
+have seen Rebecca every day, she is handsome as ever,
+and we both of us were in constant expectation of seeing
+you for 2 or 3 days, you did not come and we were
+disappointed.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I leave here for Bath next week. I have had a
+ranting time, and if I did not feel so offended, I would
+tell you more about it.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As I look around me I am surprised at the happiness
+which is so generally enjoyed in families, and that marriages
+which have not love for a foundation on more
+than one side at most, should produce so much apparent
+harmony. I may be censured for declaring it as my
+opinion that not one woman in a hundred marries for
+love. A woman of taste and sentiment will surely see
+but a very few whom she could love, and it is altogether
+uncertain whether either of them will particularly distinguish
+her. If they should, surely she is very fortunate,
+but it would be one of fortune’s random favors
+and such as we have no right to expect. The female
+mind I believe is of a very pliable texture; if it were
+not we should be wretched indeed. Admitting as a
+known truth that few women marry those whom they
+would prefer to all the world if they could be viewed by
+them with equal affection, or rather that there are often
+others whom they could have preferred if they had felt
+that affection for them which would have induced them
+to offer themselves,—admitting this as a truth not to
+be disputed,—is it not a subject of astonishment that
+happiness is not almost banished from this connexion?
+Gratitude is undoubtedly the foundation of the esteem
+we commonly feel for a husband. One that has preferred
+us to all the world, one that has thought us
+possessed of every quality to render him happy, surely
+merits our gratitude. If his character is good—if he
+is not displeasing in his person or manners—what
+objection can we make that will not be thought frivolous
+by the greater part of the world?—yet I think
+there are many other things necessary for happiness,
+and the world should never compel me to marry a man
+because I could not give satisfactory reasons for not
+liking him. I do not esteem marriage absolutely essential
+to happiness, and that it does not always bring
+happiness we must every day witness in our acquaintance.
+A single life is considered too generally as a
+reproach; but let me ask you, which is the most despicable—she
+who marries a man she scarcely thinks <em>well</em>
+of—to avoid the reputation of an old maid—or she,
+who with more delicacy, than marry one she could not
+highly esteem, preferred to live single all her life, and
+had wisdom enough to despise so mean a sacrifice, to
+the opinion of the rabble, as the woman who marries a
+man she has not much love for—must make. I wish
+not to alter the laws of nature—neither will I quarrel
+with the rules which custom has established and rendered
+indispensably necessary to the harmony of society.
+But every being who has contemplated human
+nature on a large scale will certainly justify me when I
+declare that the inequality of privilege between the
+sexes is very sensibly felt by us females, and in no
+instance is it greater than in the liberty of choosing a
+partner in marriage; true, we have the liberty of refusing
+those we don’t like, but not of selecting those
+we do. This is undoubtedly as it should be. But let
+me ask you, what must be that love which is altogether
+voluntary, which we can withhold or give, which
+sleeps in dulness and apathy till it is requested to
+brighten into life? Is it not a cold, lifeless dictate of
+the head,—do we not weigh all the conveniences and
+inconveniences which will attend it? And after a
+long calculation, in which the heart never was consulted,
+we determine whether it is most prudent to love
+or not.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>How I should despise a soul so sordid, so mean!
+How I abhor the heart which is regulated by mechanical
+rules, which can say “thus far will I go and no
+farther,” whose feelings can keep pace with their convenience,
+and be awakened at stated periods,—a mere
+piece of clockwork which always moves right! How
+far less valuable than that being who has a soul to
+govern her actions, and though she may not always be
+coldly prudent, yet she will sometimes be generous and
+noble, and that the other never can be. After all, I
+must own that a woman of delicacy never will suffer
+her esteem to ripen into love unless she is convinced
+of a return. Though our first approaches to love may
+be involuntary, yet I should be sorry if we had no
+power of controlling them if occasion required. There
+is a happy conformity or pliability in the female mind
+which seems to have been a gift of nature to enable
+them to be happy with so few privileges,—and another
+thing, they have more gratitude in their dispositions
+than men, and there is a something particularly gratifying
+to the heart in being beloved, if the object is
+worthy; it produces a something like, and “Pity melts
+the heart to love.” Added to these there is a self-love
+which does more than all the rest. Our vanity (’tis
+an ugly word but I can’t find a better) is gratified by
+the distinguished preference given us. There must be
+an essential difference in the dispositions of men and
+women. I am astonished when I think of it—yet—But
+I have written myself into sunshine—’tis always
+my way when anything oppresses me, when any chain
+of thoughts particularly occupies my mind, and I feel
+dissatisfied at anything which I have not the power to
+alter,—to sit down and unburthen them on paper; it
+never fails to alleviate me, and I generally give full
+scope to the feelings of the moment, and as I write all
+disagreeable thoughts evaporate, and I end contented
+that things shall remain as they are. When I began
+this it absolutely appeared to me that no woman, or
+rather not one in a hundred, married the man she should
+prefer to all the world—not that I ever could suppose
+that at the time she married him she did not prefer him
+to all others,—but that she would have preferred
+another if he had professed to love her as well as the
+one she married. Indeed, I believe no woman of delicacy
+suffers herself to think she could love any one
+before she had discovered an affection for her. For
+my part I should never ask the question of myself—do
+I love such a one, if I had reason to think he loved
+me—and I believe there are many who love that never
+confessed it to themselves. My Pride, my delicacy,
+would all be hurt if I discovered such <em>unasked</em> for love,
+even in my own bosom. I would strain every nerve
+and rouse every faculty to quell the first appearance of
+it. There is no danger, however. I could never love
+without being beloved, and I am confident in my own
+mind that no person whom I could love would ever
+think me sufficiently worthy to love me. But I congratulate
+myself that I am at liberty to refuse those I
+don’t like, and that I have firmness enough to brave the
+sneers of the world and live an old maid, if I never find
+one I can love.</p>
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>
+<img src='images/i_068.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>RUFUS KING<br> <br> From a painting by Woods</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, Tuesday Night.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We have got Miranda<a id='r15'></a><a href='#f15' class='c012'><sup>[15]</sup></a> all fix’t, only her clothes to
+be washed, or rather ironed. You have undoubtedly
+got all things ready for her, or you would not send for
+her immediately. I suppose we shall send her over in
+the stage, as the riding is as yet too bad to go in a
+chaise; she wants some pocket handkerchiefs and a
+pair of cotton gloves to wear to school; she had 3 pairs
+of white mitts and I have given her another pair. I
+think she must have another dimity skirt; her jaconet
+muslin we could not fix, for it wants a new waist and
+sleeves and a hem put on the bottom, and we could get
+no muslin to pattern it; you can buy a piece and it can
+be sent over any time, she won’t need it immediately.
+Charles says you told him I must send over to you for
+anything I needed. I want nothing so much as some
+new linen and some English stockings; excepting the
+two fine pairs I have none but homespun ones. I should
+like a half dozen pair, 4 at least. If you see anything
+that would be light and handsome for our summer
+gowns, I should like you would get them. Why can’t
+you go and see McLellan’s lace shades? Perhaps he
+may let you have one reasonably. I think there are
+some for 10, 6 and 12 shillings a yard, at 18 they would
+not come to more than 9 or 10 dollars; you can look
+at them at least. I should like one very much. Sally
+Weeks has taken one of them. We do very well here,
+all goes on charmingly, only Arixene loses her thimble,
+her needle and anything to avoid working. Sally Leland
+has been here ever since Miranda returned, and you
+know when they are together there must be romping,—however,
+Frederic has gone to carry her home to-day.
+Miranda must have my little trunk. Octavia and I
+both want little trunks, my old one is a good size. How
+is Sister? give my love to her, kiss the children; I really
+miss them, and our own don’t seem more natural than
+they did. The little <em>Isabella</em><a id='r16'></a><a href='#f16' class='c012'><sup>[16]</sup></a> (so they say it is) is Aunt
+Eliza’s darling. I love that little thing dearly. I never
+loved an infant more in my life, Isabella says it is because
+it has blue eyes; she <em>will</em> make me selfish. I had
+a letter from Martha yesterday, the third since you have
+been in Portland; she mentions Uncle Rufus<a id='r17'></a><a href='#f17' class='c012'><sup>[17]</sup></a> and family
+in all of them. In her last but one she says Aunt King<a id='r18'></a><a href='#f18' class='c012'><sup>[18]</sup></a>
+was confined; she had dined there the Sunday before,
+and they requested her in a billet to bring yours and my
+Father’s profiles,<a id='r19'></a><a href='#f19' class='c012'><sup>[19]</sup></a> which I gave her some time before she
+went away. She carried them, and Uncle thought them
+good likenesses. She admires Uncle Rufus; she says
+when he first called on her he stayed two hours, but she
+could have talked with him <em>two</em> days. In her last she
+says she was to have been introduced at court, but Aunt
+King’s confinement prevented; as soon as she gets out
+she is to be introduced. She says she shall write by the
+Minerva and send the fashions to me. Mr. Smith the
+Russian was here last week, bro’t me some letters. I
+am now writing to Martha, to send by William Weeks;
+’twill be a fine opportunity, and I shall write as much
+as I can; he will probably see her. Mrs. Coffin will be
+delighted with such an opportunity. Don’t hurry home
+until you have staid as long as you wish, for I don’t
+know anything at present that requires your presence.
+I think I make a very good manager, and tell Sister
+Boyd I am astonished to find how I have improved in
+my housewife talents this last winter. The children
+won’t allow me absolute rule among them, but I have
+the worst of it; they do pretty well, considering what a
+young gay mistress they have. I sometimes get up to
+dance and all of them flock up to help me, and when I
+am tired I find it difficult to still them, so as I set the
+example I am obliged to put up with it. I have not
+been out of the yard since I came home till this afternoon.
+I rode a mile or two on horseback just to smell
+the fresh air. I never was more contented in my life;
+tho’ I have not seen anybody but Mr. Smith these 3
+weeks almost, I have not had an hour hang heavily on
+me; ’tis charming to get home after being gone so long!
+I believe you will think I am never going to leave off.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mrs. Mary King Southgate, Portland.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Portland, March 18, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Thank you for being so particular in your description
+of your eastern tour. I told you that Wiscassett would
+delight you; ease and sociability you know always please
+you. By the bye, Jewett thought <em>Saco</em> was the land of
+milk and honey, such fine buxom girls! so easy and
+familiar. Dorcas Stour charmed him much, her haughty
+forbidding manners corresponded with the dignity of her
+sentiments, so he says, something congenial in their dispositions
+I think. But he has made his selection—Miss
+Weeks is handsome, censorious, animated, violent in her
+prejudices, genteel, impatient of contradiction, speaks
+her sentiments very freely, has many admirers and many
+enemies,—on the whole a pleasant companion amongst
+friends.—How think they will do together? Jewett
+you know.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Last evening I was out at Broads;<a id='r20'></a><a href='#f20' class='c012'><sup>[20]</sup></a> we had only 7 in
+our party—a very pleasant one. Jewett, Horatio, William
+Weeks, and Charles Little were our beaux. Miss
+Weeks, Miss Boardman (from Exeter), and myself, the
+ladies. Mr. Little is engaged to Miss Boardman; he is
+an open, honest, unaffected, plain, <em>clever</em> fellow. She
+has a pleasant face, an open guileless heart, plain unaffected
+manners, a clumsy shape, easy in company—but
+it is rather the ease which a calm, even temper produces,
+than that which is acquired in polite circles. I
+think they are as much alike as possible and ’twill be a
+pleasant couple. We played cards, talked and wrote
+crambo; after we had scribbled the backs of two packs
+of cards, cut half of them up, and eat our supper, we set
+out for home, about one o’clock. You say in your last
+that if reports are true, I am on the highway to matrimony,—you
+know what I always said with regard to
+these things; if they are true, well and good—if they
+are not, let them take their course, they will be shortlived.
+I despise the conduct of those girls who think
+that every man who pays them any attention is seriously
+in love with them, and begin to bridle up, look conscious,
+fearful lest every word the poor fellow utters should be
+a declaration of love. I have no idea that every gentleman
+that has a particular partiality for a lady thinks
+seriously of being connected with her, and I think any
+lady puts herself in a most awkward situation to appear
+in constant fear or expectation that the gentleman is
+going to make love to her. I despise coquetry,—every
+lady says the same, you will say,—but if I know myself
+at all—my heart readily assents to its truth—I think
+no lady has a right to encourage hopes that she means
+never to gratify, but I think she is much to blame if she
+considers these little attentions as a proof of love; they
+often mean nothing, and should be treated as such.
+The gentleman in question I own pays me more attention
+than any other gentleman, yet I say sincerely, I
+don’t think he means any thing more than to please his
+fancy for the present. I pride myself upon my sincerity,
+and if I ever am engaged, I trust it will be to one whom
+I shall not be ashamed to acknowledge. Our intimacy
+has been of long standing. He and Enoch Jones were
+Martha’s most intimate acquaintance, they were there
+almost every evening. Here comes Enoch and William
+[Weeks], we used to say as soon as we heard the knocker
+in the evening. I was always at the Doctor’s a great
+part of the time I spent in Portland, I could not but be
+intimate with them. I liked them both, they were pleasant
+companions, and I was always glad to see them come
+in;—since that time, Enoch has been gone most of the
+time, and William has been left alone;—true, he has this
+winter been more attentive to me than usual; he lent
+me books, drawings, and music; he used often to be my
+gallant home from parties if I walked, and if I rode help
+me to the sleigh, yet every gentleman does the same,—all
+have a favorite, some for a month, some a little longer.
+It seems like making you a confidant to talk thus, but I
+say many things which would appear ridiculous if communicated
+to a third person, and I know you would have
+too much delicacy to communicate any thing which
+might hurt my feelings. I have heard all these stories
+before, yet I must act and judge for myself. I know
+better than any other person can, how far they are true,
+and I candidly confess that he never said a word to me
+which I could possibly construe into a declaration of
+love, not the most faint or distant. Then think for a
+moment how ridiculous it would be for me to alter my
+conduct towards him! No! while he treats me as a
+friend, I shall treat him as such; and let the world say
+what they will, I will endeavor to act in a manner that
+my conscience will justify,—to steer between the rocks
+of prudery and coquetry, and take my own sense of propriety
+as a pilot that will conduct me safe. I should
+not have been thus particular, but I felt unwilling that
+you should be led into error that I could easily remove
+from your mind; it would seem like giving a silent
+assent, as I confess to write as I think to you, and to
+speak openly on all occasions, I felt that I ought to say
+more to you on this affair than I ever have to any other.
+Let the world still have it as they will. I confess it
+would be more pleasing to me if my name was not so
+much<a id='r21'></a><a href='#f21' class='c012'><sup>[21]</sup></a>&#160;... what Johnson says of an author may apply&#160;... is much known in the world. That his name like&#160;... must be beat backward and forward as it falls to
+the ground. I recollect in a former letter you asked
+why I did not say more of particular characters, and
+among my acquaintance select some and give you a few
+characteristic sketches. The truth is—I felt afraid to,
+I did not know but you might mention many things
+which would make me enemies. I am always willing to
+speak my opinion without reserve on any character, because
+I should take care that I spoke it before those who
+would not abuse the frankness; but letters may be miscarried,
+may fall into hands we know not of,—but I
+never think of these, or I am sure I should burn this
+in a moment,—another thing that it requires a quiet
+discernment, a correct judgment and a thorough knowledge
+of the world, of human nature, to form a just character
+of any one that we are not intimately acquainted
+with. However, we all of us form an opinion of every
+person we see, and whatever I shall say and have said
+you must recollect is only the opinion of one who is
+oftener wrong than right, and you can form no correct
+idea of my character from what I say.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, March, Sunday.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S.—Congratulate me, I am at home at last!
+Come and see us,—we expect Miss Tappan to-morrow
+and Paulina Porter<a id='r22'></a><a href='#f22' class='c012'><sup>[22]</sup></a> and Miranda Southgate. I wish
+much to see Miss T. I think I shall like her; tell her
+she does not know what she lost last week,—a young
+gentleman came several miles out of his way only to see
+her; she was not here and he returned to Portland with
+a heavy heart. Jewett says she is rather shy.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I meant to have written more about Wiscassett, about
+Miss R.,<a id='r23'></a><a href='#f23' class='c012'><sup>[23]</sup></a> but I must leave that for another letter. I
+have a great deal to say on that head,—“exercise the
+same coolness and judgment as in choosing a horse!”
+I heard a gentleman make really the same observation,
+and yet that very gentleman is raving, distractedly in
+love,—he is a little calmer now, but he was a madman.
+He, like you, always talks of his insensibility, his coldness
+and discretion, and he, like you, is always upon
+extremes, extravagant beyond all bounds. More hereafter.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. Moses Porter.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Thursday, April 8th.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have been thinking on that part of your letter
+which interests me most, respecting the propriety of
+conduct, opinion of the world, etc., etc. I don’t exactly
+recollect what I wrote in my last, but I am positive you
+have mistaken my meaning, or at least have taken what
+I said on too large a scale;—as a general rule of conduct,
+in so extensive a sense as you talk about, such
+doctrine would indeed be pernicious. But whatever I
+said I meant to apply to this particular case, and perhaps
+did not express myself so clearly as I ought to
+have done. You have described principles which I
+have ever condemned—as those I now act upon. Perhaps
+I shall find it impossible fully to explain my sentiments
+on this subject—it is of a delicate nature;
+and many things I shall say will probably bear a misconstruction.
+However, I trust to your candor to judge
+with lenity, and to your knowledge of my heart, to believe
+I would not intentionally deviate from the laws of
+female delicacy and propriety. Reputation undoubtedly
+is of great importance to all, but to a female ’tis every
+thing,—once lost ’tis <em>forever</em> lost. Whatever I may
+have said, my heart too sensibly tells me I have none of
+that boasted independence of mind which can stand collected
+in its own worth, and let the censure and malice
+of the world pass by as the “idle wind which we regard
+not.” I have ever thought that to be conscious of doing
+right was insufficient; but that it must appear so to
+the world. How I could have blundered upon a sentiment
+which I despise, or how I could have written anything
+to bear such a construction as you have put upon
+a part of my letter, I know not. When I said that I
+should let these reports pass off without notice or pretending
+to vindicate myself, ’twas not because I despised
+the opinion of the world, but as the most effectual
+method to preserve it!—<em>You</em> say as well as myself, that
+whatever we say in vindication of ourselves, only makes
+the matter worse. When I said, that I meant not to
+alter my conduct while my conscience did not accuse
+me, I had no idea that you would suppose my conduct
+towards him had ever been of a kind that required an
+alteration, or any thing more pointed than to any other
+gentleman. I supposed you would infer from what I
+said that it was such as propriety and a regard for my
+reputation would sanction. I know not what you think
+it has been, but if I can judge of my own actions,—their
+motives I know I can, but I mean the outward
+appearance,—I have never treated him with any more
+distinction than any other gentleman, nor have appeared
+more pleased with his attentions than with another’s;
+believe me, I have kept constantly in view the
+opinion of the world, and if you knew every circumstance
+of my life, you would be convinced my feelings
+were “tremblingly alive” to all its slanders. But
+“something too much of this”; you, who know my disposition,
+may easily conceive how often I subject myself
+to the envenomed shafts of censure and malice, by
+that gaiety and high flow of spirits, which I sometimes
+think my greatest misfortune to possess,—sometimes
+I err in judgment—don’t always see the right path,—sometimes
+I see it, yet the warmth and ardor of my
+feelings force me out of it. Yet in this affair I feel confident
+I have acted from right principles,—there are
+a thousand trifling things which at times influenced my
+conduct, which you cannot know, and you may be surprised
+when I say that his attentions were of a kind
+that politeness obliged me to receive, nor should I ever
+have suspected they meant any thing more than gallantry
+and politeness, had not the babbles of the world
+put it into my head. You have been misinformed in
+many respects, I am convinced. You mentioned his
+constant visits at Sister Boyd’s. I declare to you he
+never was there a half dozen times the three months I
+was in Portland, excepting the morning after the assemblies,
+when the gentlemen all go to see their partners;
+neither was I his constant partner at assemblies.
+I never danced but two dances in an evening with him
+all winter, excepting once, and then there was a mistake,—this
+surely was nothing remarkable, for I always
+danced two with Mr. Smith at every assembly we were
+at. I danced as much with one as the other. True, he
+was my partner at 2 parties at Broads. I at the time
+asked Horatio, when he mentioned the party, why he
+would not carry me; he said if I was asked by any
+other, to say I was going with my brother, would be
+considered as a tacit declaration that I had an aversion
+to going with him, therefore ’twould have been folly.
+You cannot judge unless you know a thousand customs
+and every&#160;... which they have in Portland. But I
+declare to you, Cousin, I am much gratified that you
+told me what you thought—had you have locked it in
+your bosom, I should never have had an opportunity to
+vindicate myself. I beg of you always to write with
+freedom, always write with the same openness you did
+in your last—’tis one of the greatest advantages I expect
+to derive from our correspondence—I enjoin it
+upon you as you value my happiness. I told you I
+would show you some of Martha’s letters; I had one
+from her since I wrote you, in which she says I must
+on no condition whatever show her letters,—however,
+I will read you some passages in some of them. You
+<em>shall</em> see some parts; I will make my peace with—indeed
+I know she would not object. I love to show you
+her letters because you feel something as I do in reading
+them. You admire her or you should not be the
+friend of</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S. I wrote this letter last night intending to keep
+it by me to send whenever I please; all the family were
+absent, left me reading,—I read your letter, the house
+was silent, and I was entirely alone. I knew I should
+not have another opportunity as convenient for giving
+you my sentiments—no fear of intrusion—and I therefore
+took my pen and scribbled what I now send you,
+but I believe I must adopt your plan and send it immediately
+to the office,—but I repent and burn it, and
+I find on reading it that I have said not half I meant
+to; but I will send it away immediately. I am almost
+ashamed to answer yours so soon, ’tis so unlike the
+example you set me that I suppose you will say ’tis a
+tacit disapprobation of your conduct.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line in4'>Scarborough, April 9th.</div>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Sunday, Scarborough, May —, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When one commences an action with a full conviction
+they shall not acquit themselves with honor, they
+are sure not to succeed; imprest with this idea I write
+you. I positively declare I have felt a great reluctance
+ever since we concluded on the plan. I am aware of
+the construction you may put on this, but call it <em>affectation</em>
+or what you will, I assure you it proceeds from different
+motives. When I first proposed this correspondence,
+I thought only of the amusement and instruction
+it would afford <em>me</em>. I almost forgot that I should
+have any part to perform. Since, however, I have reflected
+on the scheme as it was about to be carried
+into execution, I have felt a degree of diffidence which
+has almost induced me to hope you would <em>forget</em> the
+engagement. Fully convinced of my inability to afford
+pleasure or instruction to an enlarged mind, I rely
+wholly on your candor and generosity to pardon the
+errors which will cloud my best efforts. When I reflect
+on the severity of your criticisms in general, I
+shrink at the idea of exposing to you what will never
+stand the test. Yet did I not imagine you would throw
+aside the <em>critic</em> and assume the <em>friend</em>, I should never
+dare, with all my vanity (and I am not deficient), give
+you so fine an opportunity to exercise your favorite propensity.
+I know you will laugh at all this, and I must
+confess it appears rather a folly, first to request your
+correspondence and then with so much diffidence and
+false delicacy, apparently to extort a compliment, talk
+about my inability and the like. You will not think I
+intend a compliment when I say I have ever felt a disagreeable
+restraint when conversing before you. Often,
+when with all the confidence I possess I have brought
+forward an opinion, said all my imagination could suggest
+in support of it, and viewed with pleasure the little
+fabric, which I imagined to be founded on truth and
+justice, with one word you would crush to the ground
+that which had cost me so many to erect. These things
+I think in time will humble my vanity, I wish sincerely
+that they may.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Yet I believe I possess decent talents and should
+have been quite another being had they been properly
+cultivated. But as it is, I can never get over some little
+prejudices which I have imbibed long since, and
+which warp all the faculties of my mind. I was pushed
+on to the stage of action without one principle to guide
+my actions,—the impulse of the moment was the only
+incitement. I have never committed any grossly imprudent
+action, yet I have been folly’s darling child. I
+trust they were rather errors of the head than the
+heart, for we have all a kind of inherent power to distinguish
+between right and wrong, and if before the
+heart becomes contaminated by the maxims of society
+it is left to act from impulse though it have no fixt
+principle, yet it will not materially err. Possessing a
+gay lively disposition, I pursued pleasure with ardor. I
+wished for admiration, and took the means which would
+be most likely to obtain it. I found the mind of a
+female, if such a thing existed, was thought not worth
+cultivating. I disliked the trouble of thinking for myself
+and therefore adopted the sentiments of others—fully
+convinced to adorn my person and acquire a few
+little accomplishments was sufficient to secure me the
+admiration of the society I frequented. I cared but
+little about the mind. I learned to flutter about with
+a thoughtless gaiety—a mere feather which every
+breath had power to move. I left school with a head
+full of something, tumbled in without order or connection.
+I returned home with a determination to put it
+in more order; I set about the great work of culling the
+best part to make a few sentiments out of—to serve as
+a little ready change in my commerce with the world.
+But I soon lost all patience (a virtue I do not possess
+in an eminent degree), for the greater part of my ideas
+I was obliged to throw away without knowing where I
+got them or what I should do with them; what remained
+I pieced as ingeniously as I could into a few patchwork
+opinions,—they are now almost worn threadbare, and as
+I am about quilting a few more, I beg you will send me
+any spare ideas you may chance to have that will answer
+my turn. By this time I suppose you have found
+out what you have a right to expect from this correspondence,
+and probably at this moment lay down the
+letter with a long sage-like face to ponder on my egotism.—’Tis
+a delightful employment, I will leave you
+to enjoy it while I eat my dinner: And what is the
+result, Cousin? I suppose a few exclamations on the
+girl’s vanity to think no subject could interest me but
+where herself was concerned, or the barrenness of her
+head that could write on no other subject. But she is
+a <em>female</em>, say you, with a <em>manly contempt</em>. Oh you Lords
+of the world, what are you that your unhallowed lips
+should dare profane the fairest part of creation! But
+honestly I wish to say something by way of apology,
+but don’t seem to know what,—it is true I have a kind
+of natural affection for myself, I find no one more
+ready to pardon my faults or find excuses for my failings—it
+is natural to love our friends.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have positively not said one single thing which I intended
+when I sat down; my motive was to answer your
+letter, and I have not mentioned my not having received
+it?—Your opinion of Story’s Poems I think very unjust;
+as to the <em>man</em>, I cannot say, for I know nothing of him,
+but I think you are too severe upon him; a man who
+had not a “fibre of refinement in his composition”
+could never have written some passages in that poem.
+What is refinement? I thought it was a delicacy of
+taste which might be acquired, if not any thing in our
+nature,—true, there are some so organized that they
+are incapable of receiving a delicate impression, but we
+won’t say any thing of such beings. I just begin to
+feel in a mood for answering your letter. What you say
+of Miss Rice—I hardly know how to refuse the challenge;
+she possesses no quality above mediocrity, and
+yet is just what a female ought to be. Now what I
+would give for a little <em>Logic</em>, or for a little skill to support
+an argument. But I give it up, for tho’ you might
+not convince me, you would <em>confound</em> me with so many
+<em>learned</em> observations that my vanity would oblige me
+to say I was convinced to prevent the mortification of
+saying I did not understand you. How did you like
+Mr. Coffin? Write soon and tell me. We expect you
+to go to the fishing party with us on Tuesday. Mr.
+Coffin told us you would all come. You must be here
+by 9 o’clock (not before) (in the morning). My love to
+the girls, and tell them—no! I’ll tell them myself.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, June 1st, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>As to the qualities of mind peculiar to each sex, I
+agree with you that sprightliness is in favor of females
+and profundity of males. Their education, their pursuits
+would create such a quality even tho’ nature had
+not implanted it. The business and pursuits of men
+require deep thinking, judgment, and moderation, while,
+on the other hand, females are under no necessity of
+dipping deep, but merely “skim the surface,” and we
+too commonly spare ourselves the exertion which deep
+researches require, unless they are absolutely necessary
+to our pursuits in life. We rarely find one giving themselves
+up to profound investigation for amusement
+merely. Necessity is the nurse of all the great qualities of
+the mind; it explores all the hidden treasures and by its
+stimulating power they are “polished into brightness.”
+Women who have no such incentives to action suffer
+all the strong energetic qualities of the mind to sleep
+in obscurity; sometimes a ray of genius gleams through
+the thick clouds with which it is enveloped, and irradiates
+for a moment the darkness of mental night; yet,
+like a comet that shoots wildly from its sphere, it excites
+our wonder, and we place it among the phenomenons
+of nature, without searching for a natural cause.
+Thus it is the qualities with which nature has endowed
+us, as a support amid the misfortunes of life and a
+shield from the allurements of vice, are left to moulder
+in ruin. In this dormant state they become enervated
+and impaired, and at last die for <em>want of exercise</em>. The
+little airy qualities which produce sprightliness are left
+to flutter about like feathers in the wind, the sport of
+every breeze.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Women have more fancy, more lively imaginations
+than men. That is easily accounted for: a person of
+correct judgment and accurate discernment will never
+have that flow of ideas which one of a different character
+might,—every object has not the power to introduce
+into his mind such a variety of ideas, he rejects
+all but those closely connected with it. On the other
+hand, a person of small discernment will receive every
+idea that arises in the mind, making no distinction between
+those nearly related and those more distant, they
+are all equally welcome, and consequently such a mind
+abounds with fanciful, out-of-the-way ideas. Women
+have more imagination, more sprightliness, because
+they have less discernment. I never was of opinion
+that the pursuits of the sexes ought to be the same; on
+the contrary, I believe it would be destructive to happiness,
+there would a degree of rivalry exist, incompatible
+with the harmony we wish to establish. I have ever
+thought it necessary that each should have a separate
+sphere of action,—in such a case there could be no
+clashing unless one or the other should leap their respective
+bounds. Yet to cultivate the qualities with
+which we are endowed can never be called infringing
+the prerogatives of man. Why, my dear Cousin, were
+we furnished with such powers, unless the improvement
+of them would conduce to the happiness of society?
+Do you suppose the mind of woman the only work of
+God that was “made in vain.” The cultivation of the
+powers we possess, I have ever thought a privilege (or
+I may say duty) that belonged to the human species,
+and not man’s exclusive prerogative. Far from destroying
+the harmony that ought to subsist, it would fix
+it on a foundation that would not totter at every jar.
+Women would be under the same degree of subordination
+that they now are; enlighten and expand their
+minds, and they would perceive the necessity of such a
+regulation to preserve the order and happiness of society.
+Yet you require that their conduct should be
+always guided by that reason which you refuse them
+the power of exercising. I know it is generally thought
+that in such a case women would assume the right of
+commanding. But I see no foundation for such a
+supposition,—not a blind submission to the will of
+another which neither honor nor reason dictates. It
+would be criminal in such a case to submit, for we are
+under a prior engagement to conduct in all things according
+to the dictates of reason. I had rather be the
+meanest reptile that creeps the earth, or cast upon
+the wide world to suffer all the ills “that flesh is heir
+to,” than live a slave to the despotic will of another.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am aware of the censure that will ever await the
+female that attempts the vindication of her sex, yet I
+dare to brave that censure that I know to be undeserved.
+It does not follow (O what a pen!) that every
+female who vindicates the capacity of the sex is a disciple
+of Mary Wolstoncraft. Though I allow her to have
+said many things which I cannot but approve, yet the
+very foundation on which she builds her work will be
+apt to prejudice us so against her that we will not allow
+her the merit she really deserves,—yet, prejudice set
+aside, I confess I admire many of her sentiments, notwithstanding
+I believe should any one adopt her principles,
+they would conduct in the same manner, and
+upon the whole her life is the best comment on her
+writings. Her style is nervous and commanding, her
+sentiments appear to carry conviction along with them,
+but they will not bear analyzing. I wish to say something
+on your <em>natural refinement</em>, but I shall only have
+room to touch upon it if I begin, “therefore I’ll leave it
+till another time.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Last evening Mr. Samuel Thatcher spent with us;
+we had a fine “dish of conversation” served up with
+great taste, fine sentiments dressed with elegant language
+and seasoned with wit. He is really excellent
+company—a little enthusiastic or so—but that is no
+matter. In compassion I entreat you to come over
+here soon and make me some pens. I have got one
+that I have been whittling this hour and at last have
+got it to make a stroke (it liked to have given me the
+lie). I believe I must give up all pretension to <em>profundity</em>,
+for I am much more at home in my female character.
+This argumentative style is not congenial to
+my taste. I hate anything that requires order or connection.
+I never could do anything by rule,—when I
+get a subject I am incapable of reasoning upon, I play
+with it as with a rattle, for what else should I do with
+it? But I have kept along quite in a direct line; I
+caught myself “upon the wing” two or three times, but
+I had power to check my nonsense. I send you my
+sentiments on this subject as they really exist with me.
+I believe they are not the mere impulse of the moment,
+but founded on what I think truth. I could not help
+laughing at that part of your letter where you said the
+seal of my letter deprived you of some of the most
+interesting part of it. I declare positively I left a blank
+place on purpose for it, that you might not lose one
+precious word, and now you have the impudence to tell
+me that the most interesting part was the blank paper.
+It has provoked my ire to such a degree that I positively
+declare I never will send you any more blank
+paper than I possibly can avoid, to “spite you.”</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>E. S.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. Moses Porter.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Portland, July 17, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I almost at this moment wish myself in your situation,
+meeting old acquaintances, shaking hands with old
+friends and telling over with renewed pleasure your College
+frolicks. I can almost see you convulsed with
+laughter, hear you recount the adventures of the last
+year, while imagination brings every boyish frolic to
+your view, unimpaired by time. What a world of humour!
+what flashes of wit! what animated descriptions!
+O these social meetings! How they animate and inspire
+one! how they lighten the cares and multiply the
+joys of life! I wish you would write me about Commencement.
+I heard yesterday that Sam. Fay of Concord
+delivered an oration the 4th of July. I should
+admire to see it. I know it must be very fine; in my
+opinion he is a man of excellent talents, capable of writing
+on the occasion an oration that would reflect great
+honor. The sentiments must be noble and generous.
+He possesses so much feeling, there must be many
+glowing passages in it. If it is possible I beg you will
+get me a copy and I will confess myself very, very
+greatly obliged. Last night I attended the <em>Theater</em>,—“Speed
+the plough” was performed, and I assure you
+very <em>decently</em>; the characters in general were well supported.
+Villiers in Fannie Ashfield really outdid himself;
+he threw off the monkey and became a good honest
+clown, and did not, as he usually does, outstep the
+bounds of nature and all other bounds. Mrs. Powell as
+Miss Blandford delighted us all. How I admire that
+woman! She is perfectly at home on the stage, and yet
+there is no levity in her appearance; she has great energy,
+acts with spirit, with feeling, yet never rants; her
+private character we all know is unexceptionable. Mr.
+Donnee as a young buck is very pleasing, he has a most
+melodious voice in speaking, and has a very easy, stylish
+air,—good figure, tho’ small. As for Mrs. Harper she is
+my aversion—for, as Shakespeare says, she will “tear a
+passion to tatters, to very rags,” and she is too indecent
+ever to appear on the stage. Harper is a fine fellow; he
+appears best among the common herd of Players, and
+has as much judgment in supporting his part as any one
+I ever saw, and even in comic characters I think he
+excels Villiers. He has much greater resources within
+himself. Villiers gains applause by distorting his face
+and playing the monkey, while Harper adheres more
+strictly to nature. In Villiers we cannot help seeing the
+player thro’ the thin disguise,—<em>Villiers</em>, not the character
+he personates, is continually in our minds. S.
+Powell is contemptible as a player (and I believe as a
+man); he puffs and blows so incessantly that it is enough
+to put one into a fever to see him; he does not know in
+the least how to preserve a medium, but takes a certain
+pitch and there remains; he cannot gradually bring his
+passion to the height, but he thunders it out without any
+preparation, and the unvarying monotony of his voice is
+truly disgusting. I am sure, by his strutting and bellowing,
+Hamlet would think <em>he</em> was made by one of “Nature’s
+journeymen.” But it is time to have done with
+players, for you will think my head turned indeed if I
+rant about them any longer; but it has served to fill up a
+part of my letter, and I assure you that alone was a sufficient
+reason why I should give them a place. Society,
+bustle, and noise frustrate all my ideas. I cannot write
+anywhere but at home. I am ashamed that things of so
+little consequence should turn my head, but ’tis a melancholy
+truth. O you malicious fellow, don’t talk to me
+about my favorite topic “female education,” don’t tell
+me of your <em>philosophical indifference</em>! O Moses, you
+can’t leave the subject, every word that could any way
+dash at it is marked. I believe you do <em>itch</em> to commence
+the attack. Well, rail on, you shall not say it is
+in compassion to me that you desist. God forbid that
+your greatest enemy should ever inflict so severe a punishment
+as to prohibit you from speaking of your “favorite
+topic.” I fancy you have forgotten that it <em>is</em> such,
+<em>Mr. Indifference</em>. Your ironical letter has had a wonderful
+effect, but perhaps not the desired one. I blush not
+to confess myself contemptibly inferior to my antagonist.
+You ought to blush, but from a very different cause; but
+I had forgotten myself, and was taking the thing too seriously.
+I am not slow at taking the hint, perhaps my
+presumption merited the reproof. I receive it and will
+endeavor to profit by it; and pray, Cousin, how does
+Mr. Symmes’ coat suit you? His “haughty humility,”
+his “condescending pride.” You have assumed the
+habit, and I hope will ever clothe yourself with it when
+you meet your <em>superior antagonist</em>.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>You have a fine imagination and have pictured a chain
+of delightful events which probably will exist there
+alone, yet I should have no objection to your being a
+true prophet. We all can plan delightful schemes, but
+they rarely ever become realities; but no matter, we enjoy
+them in imagination. I expect from you a particular
+account of yourself when you return. You will have
+many amusing anecdotes to tell me, if you will take the
+trouble. I have just read your last and picture something
+in it that at first I did not pay much attention to.
+You say all you have said on the subject of education
+was merely the thought of the moment, “written not to
+be received but laughed at.” What shall I think?—That
+you think me too contemptible to know your real
+sentiments? I should be very unwilling to admit such
+a suspicion, yet what can you mean?—with the greatest
+apparent seriousness, you speak of the <em>sincerity</em> with
+which you conduct this correspondence. Was that likewise
+meant to be laughed at? I had flattered myself,
+when I commenced this correspondence, to reap both
+instruction and amusement from an undisguised communication
+of sentiments. I had likewise hoped you would
+not think it too great a condescension to speak to me
+with that openness you would to a male friend. However,
+I shall begin to think it is contrary to the nature
+of things that a gentleman should speak his real sentiments
+to a lady, yet in our correspondence I wished and
+expected to step aside from the world, speak to each
+other in the plain language of sincerity. I have much
+to say on this subject, but unfortunately my ideas never
+begin to flow until I have filled up my paper. Do not
+imagine from what I have said that the most disagreeable
+truths will offend me. I promise not to feel hurt at
+any thing you write, if ’tis your real sentiment. But,
+Cousin, don’t trifle with me. Do not make me think so
+contemptibly of myself as you will by not allowing me
+your confidence; promise to speak as you think and I
+will never scold you again.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Cousin, I wish you would write a list of your mother’s
+children, names and ages, those that have died together
+with the others. We are going to send them out to
+Uncle Rufus, as he requested it some time since. By
+Martha it will be a fine opportunity,—as soon as convenient
+send them over.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. Moses Porter,</div>
+ <div class='line in4'>Biddeford.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, August 6, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Hon. Rufus King.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Pardon, my dear Sir, the liberty I take in addressing
+you, and let my motives shield me from the imputation
+of presumption. Some time since, you requested a list
+of my Aunt Porter’s and our family. It has never been
+sent, and as we have now a very favorable opportunity,
+my father has requested me to make it out and enclose
+it to you. I tremble while I write, lest I should appear
+disrespectful in my manner of addressing you. Unused
+as I am to writing to any one so much superior in years,
+I cannot but feel embarrassed. A degree of confidence
+in ourselves is necessary in every undertaking to ensure
+success; as I feel at this moment destitute of that confidence,
+I likewise despair of succeeding in my wishes,
+yet I entreat you to attribute whatever may appear assuming
+rather to an incapacity of expressing myself as
+I wish than to a want of respect. When I consider you
+as a public character esteemed and respected by your
+country, I would willingly shrink from observation, lest
+my intruding myself on your attention should be thought
+impertinence. But when I think how nearly I am allied,
+I flatter myself I shall obtain that indulgence which I
+now earnestly solicit. Mr. and Mrs. Derby, by whom I
+shall send this, intend taking the tour of Europe after
+having taken that of the United States. Mrs. Derby is
+my particular friend, and as she is intimately acquainted
+in our family, can give you whatever information you
+wish respecting us. I say nothing to remind her, for I
+have too high an opinion of your discernment to suppose
+any recommendation necessary. My mother joins me
+in desiring you would make our respects acceptable to
+Mrs. King, and all the family unite in earnest wishes for
+the complete restoration of her health. Our family are
+all in good health.... My mother really looks young!
+My Aunt Porter [Pauline] is not wholly restored to her
+former health, but is much better than she has been for
+many years past.</p>
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>
+<img src='images/i_098.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>Mrs. RUFUS KING.<br> <br> After a portrait by Trumbull.<br> <br> ARTOTYPE. E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I cannot conclude this without earnestly intreating
+you to receive it with the candor of an Uncle rather
+than the severity of a critic. I feel I do not write as I
+ought to, yet I entreat you not to think me deficient in
+that respect and esteem with which I shall ever remain.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your niece <span class='sc'>Eliza Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, August 4, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dr. Southgate to Rufus King in London.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>You will receive this by Mr. Richard Derby, youngest
+son of the late H. Derby of Salem. His lady who accompanies
+him is the daughter of Dr. N. Coffin of Portland.
+The Doctor’s family and mine have ever been on
+terms of intimacy and friendship. Mrs. Derby in particular
+has ever been a favorite of my daughters Octavia
+and Eliza. They can give you all particulars about
+friends at home.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Bath, Sunday, Sept. 13.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>There are some kinds of indisposition that instead of
+weakening the faculties of the mind, serve only to render
+them more vigorous and sprightly, and in proportion
+as the body is debilitated, the mind is strengthened. I
+have every reason to believe that the imagination never
+soars to such lofty heights as it sometimes does in sickness.
+But where am I! What about—Well may <em>you</em>
+ask the question. Believe me, Cousin, I have attempted
+to finish this letter 4 times this day. I cannot account
+for my inability to write. It used to be the joy of my
+life, nothing delighted me so much as to steal into the
+chamber by myself and scribble an hour, but since I received
+your last I have often attempted to answer it, but
+in vain. I have a stubborn brain; it must be coaxed,
+not driven. I find there is nothing so tedious as to
+write when we are not in the mood for it. You may
+easily see that I am not in one at present. Now for
+Heaven’s sake see what I have written—find the chain
+that connects. When I began I meant to say I had
+been quite unwell ever since I left Portland, that some
+disorders only served to give vigor to the mind, &#38;c.,
+&#38;c., but I <em>meant</em> also to say mine was altogether of a
+different nature. But as I left that out, so I had better
+have done the other. Oh—’tis too, too bad! I’ll not
+write another till I think I can understand it after it is
+written. I am low-spirited, stupid and everything else.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Wednesday.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Now I shall really think I have no <em>soul</em> if I find myself
+as destitute of ideas as I was on Sunday. I have
+just been viewing the most delightful prospect I have
+seen this long time, and if it has left no more impression
+on my mind than objects passing before a mirror, I shall
+think myself devoid of every quality that constitutes us
+rational beings. I think nature has done everything to
+render Bath pleasant: the window at which I now sit
+commands a most delightful water prospect; the river
+is about a mile in breadth at this place, the opposite
+banks are neither sublime nor beautiful. What if I for a
+moment should take a poet’s license, and by the force of
+imagination project steep and rugged rocks! bid them
+stoop with awful majesty to reflect their gloomy horrors
+in the wave! See you not that enormous precipice
+whose awful summit was ne’er profaned by human footsteps?
+Does not your blood freeze as it creeps along
+your veins? Behold again that barren waste, the axe
+nor the plough have never clothed it with a borrowed
+charm, or robbed it of those nature bestowed upon it;
+it still boasts its independence of the labor of man.
+But to leave fiction for reality, the surface of the water
+is a perfect mirror. I never saw it so perfectly smooth;
+at this moment there is a boat passing, rowed by two
+men—the reflection in the water is so distinct, so very
+clear, it looks like two boats. I admire to see a boat
+<em>rowed</em>; it seems to look like arms or wings, moving with
+graceful majesty, while the boat cuts the liquid bosom of
+the water, leaving as it recedes a widening track. There
+is always to me something very charming in the rowing
+of a boat. There is music in the motion; and what can
+be more graceful and majestic than the motion of a
+<em>ship under sail</em>? Yesterday there was a <em>brig</em> passed by
+here—’twas within hearing—very near. I never was
+more forcibly struck than at the moment; I longed to
+prostrate myself in humble admiration—as she approached
+with a slow, commanding, <em>celestial</em> air;—at
+the moment I am sure it gave me a better idea of the
+awful grandeur of a deity than anything I had ever seen.
+I saw Juno’s dignified gracefulness such as I had read
+of but could not conceive.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have often in reading been disagreeably struck by
+the epithets used for the motions of the gods. Sometimes
+they make them <em>glide</em> thro’ the air, sometimes
+approach with a solemn <em>step</em>, and many other words I do
+not recollect; nor do I at present think of any words
+that would answer better—yet <em>to glide</em> seems stealing
+along—to move rapidly and imperceptibly;—a bird
+glides thro’ the air, yet there is nothing celestial in the
+flight of a bird. It seems to me properly applied to
+<em>fairies</em>; something light and airy should glide,—that a
+fairy should glide along seems right,—just as I have
+an idea of them. And then for a god <em>to step</em>—that
+seems too grovelling, too like us mortals,—yet that in
+my opinion is better than the other.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The place on which this house stands seems to project
+in a small degree toward the water. I believe there
+is not a window in the house that does not command a
+view of the water. In front there is a kind of cove the
+water makes in several rods; the river is broad and
+straight, the land rises gradually from it a half mile;—but
+I think it is to be regretted that the inhabitants
+have built under the <em>hill</em>, or rather that they did not
+prefer climbing a little higher; however, I think it
+must have a fine appearance from the water. Last year
+I recollect sailing along in front of the settlement and
+remarked how much more compact it looked than it
+really is, the houses rising one above the other in such
+a manner that every one was seen distinctly. I think
+nothing can be more beautiful than a town built on a
+sloping ground ascending from so fine a river as this
+branch of the Kennebec. All the navigation belonging
+to the different ports on this river above Bath, passes
+directly by here, and several times I have seen 12 or
+14 at a time. To one who has been brought up amidst
+salt marsh and flats, this large fine river affords much
+novelty and amusement, and I cannot confess but the
+sensations I feel in viewing it are more pleasing than
+those produced by a stagnant water in a Scarborough
+salt pond. I have almost filled my sheet without saying
+a word of your letter, indeed I have forgotten what
+was in it—at the time you gave it me I know I received
+it with much pleasure, as it robbed me of some painful
+moments. After Horatio’s recovery I sat down one
+evening to write you, but I had only written the day of
+the month, when a most violent clap of thunder (the
+same that struck Mrs. Horper’s house) shook the pen
+from my hand and my desk from my lap. I do not
+imagine even by this omen that I offend the strictest
+laws of virtue and propriety by continuing to write you,
+therefore should something equally powerful wrest the
+pen from my hand, depend upon it I will seize it with
+renewed vigor and dare assure you of my esteem, &#38;c.,
+&#38;c.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I shall go to Wiscassett on Monday; expect to hear
+from me after I return to Bath; while there I shall have
+no time. I expect to have important communications
+to forward—a certain pair of sparkling eyes, which
+are far more eloquent than her tongue! Now I have
+half a mind to be affronted. I know at this time, as
+soon as you have read this you are tumbling it into
+your pocket as waste paper to ponder on the brilliancy
+of said eyes. Is it true? Well, I shall see them soon
+and shall be tempted to ask some atonement for the
+damages I may suffer. Write me often while I am
+here, it is your <em>duty</em>.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>By Mrs. King.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>To Mr. Moses Porter at Biddeford.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I want to write, yet I don’t want to write to you, my
+<em>ceremonious</em> Cousin, but at this time I can think of
+nobody else and am <em>compelled</em> to address you. My last
+was dated from Bath, so is this; since then I have made
+a visit to Wiscassett. Oh I believe—yes I did write a
+few lines from there by Uncle Thatcher—I had forgotten
+that I wrote any more than the letter I finished
+before I left Bath. I wish I could give you an account
+of my spending my fortnight at Wiscasset, which would
+amuse you as much as the reality did me, but that is
+impossible. I have seen so many new faces—(I was
+going to say new characters, but they were generally
+such as we see every day), so many handsome ladies,
+so many fine men, indeed I have seen a little of everything.
+Mr. Wild and Mr. Davis (of Portland) kept at
+Mrs. Lee’s. Mr. Wild is a most charming man, and
+sensible and genteel, apparently has one of the mildest
+and most amiable dispositions in the world. Mr. Davis
+you know. There was a Miss P—— spent 2 or 3 days
+at Mrs. Lee’s. She was—was—I can’t tell you what;
+you may have heard of her, celebrated for her wit, lost
+a lover by exercising it rather too severely; poor soul!
+it was a sad affair; she has at length become sensible
+of the impropriety of her conduct, and now hopes to
+atone for it by flattering every gentleman she sees—time
+will show whether this plan will succeed. She
+talks incessantly, laughs always at what she says herself.
+At table, when the judges, lawyers, and a dozen
+gentlemen and ladies were seated, Miss P—— engrossed
+all the conversation. I defy any person to be in the
+room with her and not be compelled to converse with
+her, not by the irresistible force of her charms, they
+are rather in the wane. If you look at her she asks
+what you were going to say—“I know you were going
+to speak by your looks.” Of course my gentleman
+walks up, how can he help it? In this manner she
+draws a whole swarm around her; the poor souls rattle
+out their outrageous compliments, trembling with fear,
+for the moment their ardor to please appears to abate,
+she rouses them to a sense of their duty by a lash of
+her tongue.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Sunday.—Now I can’t bear to be hurried, and I must
+submit to be or not send this by Mamma King. Last
+night when I began this, I felt quite disposed to throw
+away an hour (for my letters to you are thrown away as
+you won’t take the trouble to answer them) without consulting
+anything but my feelings. I began, and soon
+found, to my mortification, that I ought to have consulted
+my candle, for as if piqued at my neglect, it took
+French leave to doze. I broke off my description of
+Miss P—— in the most <em>striking</em> part. I do not resume
+the subject, ’twould be a profanation of this day to
+scandalize a frail sister; my mind is full of charity and
+Christian love. I hope I shall not stumble against some
+unlucky thought that may derange its present peaceful
+state. Now, Cousin, don’t you think it unpardonable,
+don’t you think it a violation of all the laws of politeness,
+that you should neglect writing me merely because
+I owed a letter? I should not be surprised if you
+counted the words in yours and my letters and settled
+the account by some rule in Arithmetic. But let me
+entreat you not to estimate mine by the <em>weight</em>, but the
+<em>number</em>; in that case I am equal to anybody; but if,
+unhappily for me, you should weigh them with critical
+exactness, ’twill take many of them to repay you for
+one of yours. I feel assured you must have adopted
+this method, and sincerely ask your pardon for doubting
+a moment that this was the true cause. What prevented
+your coming to Wiscassett? I tho’t you had
+determined upon it. Rebecca and I used to expect you
+every day; believe me I was asked a dozen times if you
+were not absolutely engaged to Miss Rice. How such
+things will get about. I told every body that asked me
+that I was your confidant, of course must keep your
+attachment a secret, for which I am prepared to receive
+your thanks.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mr. Kinsman has been down to Wiscassett. He
+attended the courts, as he says, to acquire a better
+knowledge of the law; but I should imagine he mistook
+the <em>ladies</em> for the <em>law</em>, as he makes them his constant
+study. But I leave so dangerous a subject, lest
+my feelings should deprive me of the power to finish
+this sheet. I shall probably return home the beginning
+of next month. If I have a letter due from
+you, according to your new arrangement, I beg you to
+forward it as soon as possible; however, I have not the
+vanity to suppose there is more than a dozen lines as
+yet; perhaps when I have written half a dozen more
+letters I may be <em>richly</em> rewarded with <em>one</em> from you.
+Where is Maria? How does she do? Rebecca wrote
+her while I was in Wiscassett, and told her undoubtedly
+she is expected to spend the winter there. I must
+finish: Uncle calls.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I believe it is about the 10th day of October.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>E.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Ellen Coffin is going to be married to a widower and
+3 children, think of that, sir!!! I had a letter from her
+last week. She is not coming home till she leaves
+Portland as Mrs. Derby.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Topsham, Oct. 29, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Why, you unaccountable wretch! you obstinate fellow!
+you malicious, you vain, you—Oh, I am run out,
+I will e’en call in the assistance of Sir John Fallstaff
+to help me exclaim against you—provoking creature!
+With one scratch of your pen to banish such delightful
+thoughts! I was applauding myself for my <em>condescension</em>
+in writing so often without answers. I exulted
+in the thought of your shame and confusion at the
+proofs of my superiority,—so much above the little
+forms that narrowed your own heart. How did I see
+you hanging your head with penitence and sorrow,
+while your face glowed with conscious shame! Oh,
+’twas delicious! Every day I reflected on it with renewed
+pleasure. I felt assured nothing prevented your
+writing but an aversion to acknowledging how humble,
+how little you felt,—yet the letter at length arrived,
+my heart trembled with delight, a glow of triumph
+flushed my face. I saw the humiliation so grateful to
+my vanity, (I was at the <em>Lieu</em> table)—I hurried the
+letter into my pocket, I had no wish to read it—I knew
+(I tho’t I did) what it <em>must</em> contain. I could scarcely
+breathe; vanity, exultation, revenge (sweet sensation)
+gave me unusual spirits. I stood and called 5— I was
+sure of a Palm-flush! ’twas impossible anything could
+go wrong,—’twas a frail hope—I got nothing, was
+lieued; never mind it, thought I, the letter is enough. I
+played wrong, discarded the wrong card, knocked over
+the candlestick, spilt my wine; positively, if it had been
+a love-letter, a first declaration, it would not put me in
+a worse flustration; but ah! ’twas so different,—I did
+not blush, look down, tremble, fear to raise my eyes;
+my heart did not dissolve away in melting tenderness—hey-day!
+I had no notion of telling you what I did <em>not</em>
+do—but what I <em>did</em>. Well then—I sat so upright, I
+was a foot taller, I looked at every body for applause. I
+wondered I did not hear them exclaim: Oh, generous,
+excellent girl! I demanded it with my eyes—’twas
+all in vain, I heard nothing but—“Eliza, you must follow
+suit. Why do you play that card? You will certainly
+be lieued!” I was vexed; I thought of the letter,
+all was sunshine again. I am called—dinner; oh, this
+eating seems to clog all my faculties, I never write with
+half so much ease as when I’m half starved. I believe
+it is true that poets ought not to live well.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But begging your pardon for leaving you so in the
+lurch, I had forgotten that the letter was as yet unopened
+in my pocket. Well then, we did not break up
+till late; after I retired to bed out came the letter. I
+was sleepy and had a great mind not to open it till
+morning; however I thought I would, to have the satisfaction
+of the confirmation of my hopes, not once thinking
+of the stroke that should annihilate them. It came.
+How shall I tell you my consternation!—“description
+falters at the threshold;” yet I did not rave, I did not
+tear my hair with a frenzy of passion. I did not stand
+in mute despair,—no; I collected all my dignity and
+stood fixed and immovable. I was convinced ’twas obstinacy
+alone, ’twas envy, ’twas a something that prevented
+you from giving me what you knew I deserved.
+I am called again.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Portland, Nov. 10, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I had almost determined to light the fire with this
+scrawl!—but upon second thoughts I withdrew my
+hand from the devouring flames and saved it from
+the fate it so justly merits. Yet we have such a partiality
+for our own offspring we rarely ever treat them
+with the severity they deserve. But I ought to tell you
+where I am,—but this letter has nothing like method
+in it—but never mind—I began it immediately after I
+received your last. I wrote while the first impressions
+it made were on me; unluckily I was called from the
+pleasing task while in the midst of it, and as I never
+feel the same two hours together, I was unable to continue
+as I began: ’twould have been cold and studied;
+so I left it. I threw it into my trunk, determining not to
+have anything more to do with it. I had grown amazingly
+wise; I wondered how I could suffer myself to
+write such nonsense. To-day I have received an invitation
+to the <em>second</em> wedding of Capt. Stephenson.
+I shall go. I thought I would write you a line to let
+you know I was still in existence and on my way home.
+I could not find any paper and was compelled to tumble
+over my trunk to find this. I have a world of news to
+tell you, but I don’t know that you would care a farthing
+about any of it. Mary has been at Boston. Capt.
+Stephenson told me all about it. Tell her I hear she
+has a heap of fine things, at which, together with her
+ladyship, I hope to have a peep. I have something of
+vast importance to say to <em>her</em> likewise, a thing on which
+depends the life and happiness of a fellow-creature.
+“Oh, Mary! who would have thought cruelty one of
+the failings of your heart.” But I shall out with this
+secret to you before I am aware of it. Now I have a
+great mind to turn this into a letter to Mary. I have
+as much again to say to her as I have to you, but she
+would not know what to make of some of it. I expect
+to be at home on Saturday next; bring Mary on Sunday,—mind,
+and don’t disobey. Horatio will be with
+me. I am in a monstrous hurry. I must send more
+blank paper than I ever did before, for which you will
+thank me, as I think you once told me that the blank
+paper in my letters always afforded you the most pleasure,—not
+exactly so—but something like it. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. Moses Porter.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Scarborough, Dec. 4th, 1801.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“I give you thanks,” as Parson Fletcher says, for
+your dissertation upon apologies and old sayings. You
+have stored up enough to fill a volume, if I should take
+your last as a specimen of the quantity. However, they
+are things I trouble myself but little about, and I
+should rather be inclined to join in railing against
+them than in enumerating their good effects. I perceive
+that you were much more inclined to be their
+advocate after supper than you were before. You had
+just laid down your pen after venting all your spleen
+and ill-nature (occasioned by your impatience for roast-beef)
+upon these poor harmless old sayings. You return,
+with an entire new set of sentiments on the subject.
+You commence their advocate with more vehemence
+than is usual with you, and conclude by making
+them the very foundation of every virtue. Now I have
+endeavored to find some natural cause for this sudden
+change, but cannot. Was it that you heard one trickle
+from the lips of some favorite fair with eloquence too
+powerful to be resisted? Or was it a bumper of wine
+which proved so warm a friend to them? Or was it the
+good-natured effects of the roast-beef, which exhilarating
+your spirits, made you look with an eye of pity and
+compassion on these poor neglected things, and endeavor
+by rubbing off the rust and polishing them
+anew, to compensate for your malicious endeavors to
+lessen their merit? But after all I must confess myself
+a great enemy to them, in conversation particularly.
+I never knew a person who made frequent use
+of them, but I pitied them for the scanty portion of
+ideas which must have driven them to such a paltry
+theft; and moreover, if I must steal the idea, I would
+clothe it myself, lest its garment should betray me. I
+dislike them because they are in every body’s mouth,
+the greatest fool on earth has sense enough to use
+them with as much propriety as any other, and you will
+find every old beggar has his wallet stuffed full of them,
+ready to launch out on every occasion. I don’t know,
+however, but you are perfectly right in what you say in
+their defence. I am inclined to believe what you say
+is just, but I have so often seen instances of their
+meaning being perverted to answer some vicious purpose
+that I am compelled to believe the balance is
+against them. “So much for old sayings.”—But now
+as to apologies, I must with <em>due reverence</em> beg leave to
+differ from you in my opinion of them. I am by no
+means inclined to think they are never used but when
+we know ourselves in fault, and that we ought always
+to suspect the sincerity of any one who makes them.
+You certainly must have known instances when they
+were essentially necessary, and not to have made them
+would have proved an obstinacy of disposition quite as
+disagreeable as insincerity. I hate this parade and nonsense
+about <em>independence</em>, which every gentleman of <em>ton</em>
+puts on; it always proves that the reality is small, when
+such a fuss is made for the appearance. I know some
+gentlemen who boast of never having made an apology,
+yet at the same time would say and do a thousand
+things much more derogatory to their dear independence
+than fifty apologies, such as any man of sense
+might make. I should be glad to see our fine gentlemen
+more careful in avoiding anything that would require
+an apology, and not like cowards skulk behind
+their flimsy shield of independence for defence or security.
+I have as great an aversion to cringing apologies,
+made on every occasion, as you possibly can have,
+and should always suspect the sincerity of them.—If
+this class are the greater part of them,—still I can
+conceive, nay I <em>have known</em> instances when an apology
+has heightened my opinion of a person instead of lessening
+it. If we are in fault, ought we not to confess
+it? If we are <em>not</em> in fault, ought we not to exculpate
+ourselves? I should think a person valued my approbation
+very little, if he knew I had any reason to censure
+him and yet would not by a single word convince
+me I had been deceived. However, I did not mean to
+dip so far into this <em>weighty</em> subject, ’twould have been
+better to have just touched the edges and away. Now
+really, Moses, I write in pain if I am not good-natured;
+you must attribute it all to the cold which makes my
+fingers tingle; I can’t write below, there is such a gabbling.
+’Tis a cold, comfortless night; the rain patters
+against the window and the wind whistles round the
+house, it sounds like December,—oh! that was an
+unlucky word! I feel gloomy at the sight of it. The
+storm has driven all my thoughts back to myself for
+shelter. I am at this moment so selfish and cross that
+I would not walk ten steps to do good to any one. Our
+old windows here clatter so that I can hear nothing
+else. I shall begin to think the candle burns blue, and
+that I hear the groans of distress between the blasts
+of wind, which sound hollow and dreary; even now the
+shadow of my pen on the wall looked like a man’s arm,
+and as true as I live, here is a winding-sheet in the
+candle. Oh these hobgoblin stories! we never get rid
+of them. I sometimes, when sitting alone, after all are
+asleep in the house, get my imagination so roused, that
+I look in fearful expectation that the tall martial ghost
+of Hamlet will stalk before my eyes, or that some less
+dignified one will step through the keyhole, or pop
+down chimney.—Ghosts, what a looking word that is!!—nonsense!—what
+was I going to say, something
+about ghosts and all not warming my fingers. I declare
+this shall be the last letter I will write from the fire,—December,
+and writing in the chamber without fire.
+Oh—monstrous! But here am I at the end without
+saying several things I meant to. I never, when I sit
+down to write, say any thing I wished or intended to
+when I began. You found my letter, you say—’twas
+not worth the finding, as it was too late to answer the
+purpose I wish. Write me often. I have been entertained
+with Johnson’s life. We are alone, so write me
+often.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>E. S.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>A man of your gallantry, cousin, surely might make
+a small exertion to confer an obligation on two of the
+fair. Octavia and myself are very anxious that Miss
+Tappan should make us a visit. My father will bring
+Miranda home; but our chaise is broken so much that
+’tis impossible to use it in its present state; none to be
+hired or borrowed. Why can’t you take a chaise and
+bring over Pauline and Betsey Tappan? Besides gratifying
+me with their company, I would be very glad to
+see you—no coaxing Eliza! But I am in earnest;
+come and see. Do come and bring them if possible. I
+will show you some of Martha’s letters from London,
+Bath. I will tell you everything I can think of and perhaps
+invent something if all this won’t do. Lord bless
+me! I should not have to urge every one so hard to
+come and see me. I am sure I should be discouraged;
+but seriously, I wish you to come <em>very</em> much, but if you
+think it <em>impossible</em>, or rather very bad—don’t mind
+what I say; however, I expect you.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. Moses Porter.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Portland, Jan. 24, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Now at this moment imagine your friend Eliza half-double
+with the cold, two children teazing and playing
+round the table, sister and nurse talking all the time,
+and you will then be prepared to receive a letter abounding
+with sound reasoning, profound argument, elegant
+language, and a profusion of sublime ideas; but do not
+stare if I intersperse, by way of relieving your mind, a
+few little Jackey Horner stories which I am obliged to
+gabble out by wholesale to stop the children’s mouths.
+If I had not had a most retentive memory, I should have
+forgotten we were correspondents. I can put up with
+such a tardy, indifferent, reluctant correspondent when
+I myself set the example—but we ladies are so accustomed
+to attention from gentlemen that I can hardly
+bring myself to put up with your neglect. I have a
+thousand times determined to wait just as long before I
+answer your letters as you do before mine are noticed,
+and you have nothing to prevent—but, pshaw! I am
+only spending time to give you something to laugh at. I
+must honestly acknowledge, however, that your last letter
+was very <em>acceptable</em>, though I was piqued at your neglecting
+me so long. I wish I felt adequate to giving
+an opinion on your perfect character, but as I have told
+you before, I cannot <em>think</em> when all is noise and confusion
+around me. But I have endeavored in vain to find
+fault with it. I am really sorry that your sentiments so
+perfectly coincide with my own, for you have said all I
+think on the subject and much more than I could have
+expressed, therefore I am compelled to assent to all you
+have said. I am very glad we do not agree on every
+subject, for our letters would (mine I mean) be very unentertaining,
+indeed they have no merit to part with. I
+do not mean to send your perfect character away without
+a more intimate acquaintance. When I feel in a
+proper mood for it I will take it up and examine every
+quality separately. I have the outlines impressed on
+my mind, but I cannot refer to your letter for ’tis up in
+my trunk and I feel no disposition to leave the fire; with
+your permission I will lay it by till another time. In
+the meantime let us descend from these important discussions
+to the trifling occurrences of the day. With
+great satisfaction we at length behold the ground covered
+with snow, for we are almost freezing here; it has
+been impossible almost to obtain wood to keep us warm,
+and I declare I have thought a log-house and clay chimney—The
+bell rings—I must stop!—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Monday, Feb. 1, 1802, Portland.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The sudden ringing of the bell last Monday stopt
+me in the midst of a very homely catalogue of blessings—’tis
+not worth finishing, and if it was I could not take
+up a broken sentence and finish it a week after it was
+begun. I have in vain attempted to finish this sheet,
+but I find I am entirely unfit to write. I hold my pen
+firm in my hand, look this side and that side, yet still
+cannot think. Scarborough—desolate, dreary Scarborough
+is the only place from whence I can write with
+ease,—nothing present engages my attentions, and I
+then have leisure to turn over the rubbish which I have
+collected from home—ponder on things past and anticipate
+those to come: ’tis something like dreaming,—we
+are insensible to everything around us,—the imagination
+is unchecked by the operation of our senses, and
+soars beyond the boundaries of reality. Pray read over
+this last half-page and see if you cannot tell how I feel,
+look, and act at this moment. If your penetration does
+not discover a something unlike my letters in general,—cold
+and studied—I will not—I cannot write, another
+post must pass and no letter, yet ’tis labor, ’tis pain to
+write thus.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Sunday, Feb. 8.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>To see the dates of this sheet one would immediately
+conclude that my ideas flowed periodically and that I
+had stated periods to “unpack the heart,” but ’tis because
+I cannot take my pen and write at the moment I
+feel an inclination,—not to defer it till a more convenient
+time when I most probably should feel indifferent
+about it. Now I am aware what you are about to infer
+from such a dull studied letter as this is,—The “seven
+days twice run” has put something into your head that
+ought not to be there, and you are laughing in your
+sleeve at the discovery. Now, I am not after the manner
+of our sex going to protest it is false—that there is
+no foundation for such a report, and counterfeit anger
+that I don’t feel, for these things always are viewed as
+a modest confirmation of the truth, and frequently are
+considered the greatest proof that can be brought. It
+is folly to give importance to such stories by appearing
+to feel interested, and the only way to destroy them is to
+hear and let them pass with perfect indifference; time
+will certainly show what is true and what is not, and the
+only method is to let them take their course, they will
+sink to oblivion if not fed by our own folly. I own ’tis
+unpleasant to hear such things, but every girl must prepare
+herself for such vexations. It has one good effect—that
+of making us more circumspect in our conduct.
+I do not say I am not in love; if your penetration has
+not discovered that I <em>am</em>, neither will what I say convince
+you. How such a report came to you I do not
+know. I had hoped it would wither and die in the hotbed
+of scandal from whence it sprang. If you lived
+here you would not be surprised at any thing of the
+kind. I declare to you I don’t know the girl in town of
+whom the same is not said. The prevailing propensity
+this winter is <em>match-making</em>, and at the assemblies there
+is no other conversation,—such and such a one will
+make a match because they dance together,—another
+one is positively engaged because she does <em>not</em> dance
+with him. If a lady does not attend the assembly constantly—’tis
+because her favorite swain is not a member,—if
+she does—’tis to meet him there: if she is
+silent, she is certainly in love; if she is gay and talks
+much, there must be a lover in the way. If a gentleman
+looks at you at meeting you are suspected, if he dances
+with you at the assembly it must be true, and if he <em>rides</em>
+with you—’tis “confirmation strong as proof of holy
+writ.” I am vext to have spent so much time on this
+subject, but I care nothing about it. ’Tis well I have
+found something to fill my sheet, and had it not been for
+that lucky seven days twice over, I should not have finished
+it this month, and finishing now has been a <em>week’s</em>
+work.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. Moses Porter.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Sunday, Feb’y 14.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Only think, Moses, I was from home when you passed
+thro’ town! I did not expect you so soon, altho’ you
+said you should return on Friday. I thought <em>something</em>
+might detain you in Wiscassett longer than you
+expected; but you are one of those odd fellows which
+nothing can turn aside, no, not even the most sparkling
+pair of black eyes in the world could detain you a moment
+longer than you first intended,—what a philosopher
+in this age of gallantry to remain untainted! It
+will come at last, Moses. Belamy says there is as
+much a time for love as for death, and every one as
+surely one time or other will feel it. I expect to see
+you throw off the Philosopher and assume the man; one
+more trial and I will pronounce you invulnerable. For
+Miss T——, this one is reserved. I long to see how
+you will look when (to use a religious phrase) you are
+struck down. Pray write me as soon as you receive
+this and tell me about your journey; don’t wait as long
+as you commonly do.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Adieu.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c017'>Portland, March 1, 1802.</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Such a frolic! Such a chain of adventures I never
+before met with, nay, the page of romance never presented
+its equal. ’Tis now Monday,—but a little more
+method, that I may be understood. I have just ended
+my Assembly’s adventure, never got home till this
+morning. Thursday it snowed violently, indeed for two
+days before it had been storming so much that the
+snow drifts were very large; however, as it was the last
+Assembly I could not resist the temptation of going, as
+I knew all the world would be there. About 7 I went
+down-stairs and found young Charles Coffin, the minister,
+in the parlor. After the usual enquiries were
+over he stared awhile at my feathers and flowers, asked
+if I was going out,—I told him I was going to the
+Assembly. “Think, Miss Southgate,” said he, after a
+long pause, “think you would go out to <em>meeting</em> in such
+a storm as this?” Then assuming a tone of reproof, he
+entreated me to examine well my feelings on such an
+occasion. I heard in silence, unwilling to begin an
+argument that I was unable to support. The stopping
+of the carriage roused me; I immediately slipt on my
+socks and coat, and met Horatio and Mr. Motley in the
+entry. The snow was deep, but Mr. Motley took me
+up in his arms and sat me in the carriage without difficulty.
+I found a full assembly, many married ladies,
+and every one disposed to end the winter in good
+spirits. At one we left dancing and went to the cardroom
+to wait for a coach. It stormed dreadfully. The
+hacks were all employed as soon as they returned, and
+we could not get one till 3 o’clock, for about two they
+left the house, determined not to return again for the
+night. It was the most violent storm I ever knew.
+There were now 20 in waiting, the gentlemen scolding
+and fretting, the ladies murmuring and complaining.
+One hack returned; all flocked to the stairs to engage
+a seat. So many crowded down that ’twas impossible
+to get past; luckily I was one of the first. I stept in,
+found a young lady, almost a stranger in town, who
+keeps at Mrs. Jordan’s, sitting in the back-seat. She
+immediately caught hold of me and beg’d if I possibly
+could accommodate her to take her home with me, as
+she had attempted to go to Mrs. Jordan’s, but the drifts
+were so high, the horses could not get through; that
+they were compelled to return to the hall, where she
+had not a single acquaintance with whom she could go
+home. I was distres’t, for I could not ask her home
+with me, for sister had so much company that I was
+obliged to go home with Sally Weeks and give my
+chamber to Parson Coffin. I told her this, and likewise
+that she should be provided for if my endeavors could
+be of any service. None but ladies were permitted to
+get into the carriage; it presently was stowed in so full
+that the horses could not move; the door was burst
+open, for such a clamor as the closing of it occasioned
+I never before heard. The universal cry was—“a
+gentleman in the coach, let him come out!” We all
+protested there was none, as it was too dark to distinguish;
+but the little man soon raised his voice and bid
+the coachman proceed; a dozen voices gave contrary
+orders. ’Twas a proper riot, I was really alarmed. My
+gentleman, with avast deal of fashionable independence,
+swore no power on earth should make him quit his seat;
+but a gentleman at the door jump’t into the carriage,
+caught hold of him, and would have dragged him out if
+we had not all entreated them to desist. He squeezed
+again into his seat, inwardly exulting to think he
+should get safe home from such rough creatures as the
+men, should pass for a lady, be secure under their protection,
+for none would insult him before them, mean
+creature!! The carriage at length started full of ladies,
+and not one gentleman to protect us, except our lady
+man who had crept to us for shelter. When we found
+ourselves in the street, the first thing was to find out
+who was in the carriage and where we were all going,
+who first must be left. Luckily two gentlemen had
+followed by the side of the carriage, and when it stopt
+took out the ladies as they got to their houses. Our
+sweet little, trembling, delicate, unprotected fellow sat
+immovable whilst the two gentlemen that were obliged
+to walk thro’ all the snow and storm carried all the
+ladies from the carriage. What could be the motive of
+the little wretch for creeping in with us I know not: I
+should have thought ’twas his great wish to serve the
+ladies, if he had moved from the seat, but ’twas the
+most singular thing I ever heard of. We at length
+arrived at the place of our destination. Miss Weeks
+asked Miss Coffin (for that was the unlucky girl’s name)
+to go home with her, which she readily did. The gentlemen
+then proceeded to take us out. My beau, unused
+to carrying such a weight of sin and folly, sank under
+its pressure, and I was obliged to carry my mighty self
+through the snow which almost buried me. Such a
+time, I never shall forget it! My great-grandmother
+never told any of her youthful adventures to equal it.
+The storm continued till Monday, and I was obliged to
+stay; but Monday I insisted if there was any possibility
+of getting to Sister’s to set out. The horse and sleigh
+were soon at the door, and again I sallied forth to brave
+the tempestuous weather (for it still snowed) and surmount
+the many obstacles I had to meet with. We
+rode on a few rods, when coming directly upon a large
+drift, we stuck fast. We could neither get forward nor
+turn round. After waiting till I was most frozen we got
+out, and with the help of a truckman the sleigh was
+lifted up and turned towards a cross street that led to
+Federal Street. We again went on; at the corner we
+found it impossible to turn up or turn, but must go
+down and begin where we first started, and take a new
+course; but suddenly turning the corner we came full
+upon a pair of trucks, heavily laden; the drift on one
+side was so large that it left a very narrow passage
+between that and the corner house, indeed we were
+obliged to go so near that the post grazed my bonnet.
+What was to be done? Our horses’ heads touched
+before we saw them. I jump’t out, the sleigh was unfastened
+and lifted round, and we again measured back
+our old steps. At length we arrived at Sister Boyd’s
+door, and the drift before it was the greatest we had
+met with; the horse was so exhausted that he sunk
+down, and we really thought him dead. ’Twas some
+distance from the gate and no path. The gentleman
+took me up in his arms and carried me till my weight
+pressed him so far into the snow that he had no power
+to move his feet. I rolled out of his arms and wallowed
+till I reached the gate; then rising to shake off
+the snow, I turned and beheld my beau fixed and immoveable;
+he could not get his feet out to take another
+step. At length, making a great exertion to spring his
+whole length forward, he made out to reach the poor
+horse, who lay in a worse condition than his master.
+By this time all the family had gathered to the window,
+indeed they saw the whole frolic; but ’twas not yet
+ended, for, unluckily, in pulling off Miss Weeks’ bonnet
+to send to the sleigh to be carried back, I pulled off my
+wig and left my head bare. I was perfectly convulsed
+with laughter. Think what a ludicrous figure I must
+have been, still standing at the gate, my bonnet halfway
+to the sleigh and my wig in my hand. However, I
+hurried it on, for they were all laughing at the window,
+and made the best of my way into the house. The horse
+was unhitched and again set out, and left me to ponder
+on the incidents of the morning. I have since heard of
+several events that took place that Assembly night
+much more amusing than mine,—nay, Don Quixote’s
+most ludicrous adventures compared with some of them
+will appear like the common events of the day.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>March 12, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>William Weeks is going to Philipsburg<a id='r24'></a><a href='#f24' class='c012'><sup>[24]</sup></a> and thinks of
+returning by the way of Scarborough; if so, will leave
+this at our house, otherwise can return it to me. I have
+not yet seen Miss Jewett, but I hear she has returned.
+Did your Saco party come as you expected? Give my
+love to Miss Tappan, and tell her nothing but the fame
+of her beauty would carry this young man so many
+miles out of his way. I found he was very desirous of
+calling at our house, therefore wrote by him. Tell her
+she must answer for the mischief done by leading young
+men astray from their path. I will estimate the loss it
+will be to William:—he will ride 6 or 8 miles further
+than necessary,—fatigue his horse,—wear out his
+sleigh runners, and certainly be detained 3 hours. Now,
+as we know a gentleman’s time is much more valuable
+than a lady’s, it must be a real loss to him. 3 dollars a
+day for posting books any common accountant would
+have; and allowing him but just so much, his loss would
+certainly amount to 4–6 on that score. I speak merely
+of the loss on the score of interest;—how deeply it may
+affect him otherwise may better be imagined from the
+ravages she has committed in Mr. Orr’s heart than from
+anything I can say. This short visit may derange all his
+reasoning faculties, and give a different hue to all his
+future prospects,—it may give him a disrelish for all
+amusements, and make him sigh for the calm serenity
+of domestic life,—to sum up all together—it may
+make him <em>in love</em>,—but I shall have no time to say
+anything else, if I run on with this any further. To-morrow
+I expect to go to Gorham,—return the same
+evening or Sunday morning. I am still at Mrs. Coffin’s,
+but shall return to Sister when I come from Gorham.
+We have had a number of pleasant parties this week,—Tuesday
+Mrs. Robert Boyd had a charming one.
+Wednesday had a large one here, and to-day all going to
+Capt. Robinson’s, where we expect to dance. To-morrow
+I go to Gorham. I wrote to Mamma requesting
+money to buy a lace shade,—I called to look at them
+again and the shopkeeper told me he was mistaken in
+the price, for it was 21 per yard instead of the whole
+pattern, which makes a vast difference. I, of course,
+think no more of lace shades, but I still think of some
+money, I have but 4 cents in the world, not enough to
+pay the postage of a letter, pray send me a little immediately.
+I shall send you a description of the Assembly—which
+I believe you may read to my Mother if you
+wish, ’twill amuse her I know. I wish you would look
+in the old desk among my papers and get a little Drawing
+book,—directions for drawing printed in a pamphlet,
+and give to William to bring over. I hope the
+snow will last till Mamma comes over and I return
+home, ’tis delightful weather. How do the daisies and
+jelly flowers? Mrs. Parker is going to give me some
+flower seeds. I hear frequent enquiries for you—when
+are you coming in town? Tell Miss Tappan I had the
+honor of dancing a voluntary dance with Mr. Orr at the
+last assembly,—he attracted much attention by his irregular
+expression—“The floor was very <em>unyielding</em>,”
+&#38;c., &#38;c. I did not tell you any one’s adventures but
+my own on that eventful night. Poor Mr. Orr, impatient
+to get home, plunged into the snow without waiting
+for a carriage, and unfortunately turning up street
+instead of down, got most to Mr. Vaughn’s before he
+discovered his mistake, and was obliged to turn round
+and worry his way back again, he was half dead when
+he got to his lodgings. Eunice Deering was tumbled
+over and when Mr. Little took her from the carriage<a id='r25'></a><a href='#f25' class='c012'><sup>[25]</sup></a>.</p>
+
+<hr class='c018'>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Portland, May 23, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I receive your apology and am satisfied—’tis not the
+manner of making apologies I think most of, but that
+long dissertation on the subject continually obtrudes itself
+on your mind whenever you feel conscious an apology
+is necessary, but while I am convinced nothing but
+the fear of appearing inconsistent prevents your making
+these said apologies, I will not complain—let them
+come “edgeways” or any other way—so long as I am
+convinced you feel their necessity. But I have been
+pondering on your new plan of life, yet I confess it does
+not appear to me so delightful as to you, it sounds well,—tickles
+the fancy,—cuts a pretty figure on paper
+and would form a delightful chapter for a novel. Our
+novelists have worn the pleasures of rural life threadbare,
+every lovesick swain imagines that with the mistress
+of his heart he could leave the noisy tumultuous
+scenes of life and in the shades of rural retirement feel
+all the delightful serenity and peace ascribed to the
+golden age. The Philosopher and the Poet fly to this
+imaginary heaven with as much enthusiasm as the lover.
+Here, say they, we can contemplate the beauty and sublimity
+of nature free from interruption; here the reflecting
+mind can find endless subjects for contemplation!
+here all is peace and love! no discord can find a place
+among these innocent and happy beings,—they live
+but to promote the happiness of each other and their
+every action teems with benevolence and love. Yet let
+us judge for ourselves,—we all have seen what the
+pleasures of rural life are, and whatever Poets may have
+ascribed to it, we must know there is as much depravity
+and consequently as much discontent in the inhabitants
+of a country village as in the most populous city. They
+are generally ignorant, illiterate, without knowledge to
+discover the real blessings they enjoy by comparing
+them with others, continually looking to those above
+them with envy and discontent and imagine their share
+of happiness is proportioned to their rank and power.
+I am convinced that a country life is more calculated
+to produce that security and happiness we are all in
+pursuit of than any other, but those who have ever been
+accustomed to it have no relish for its pleasures, and
+those who quit the busy scenes of life, disgusted by the
+duplicity or ingratitude of the world, or oppressed by
+the weight of accumulated misfortune—carry with them
+feelings and sentiments which cannot be reciprocated.
+Solitary happiness I have no idea of, ’tis only in the
+delightful sympathies of friendship, similarity of sentiments,
+that genuine happiness can be enjoyed. Your
+mind is cultivated and enlarged, your sentiments delicate
+and refined, you could not expect to find many with
+whom you could converse on a perfect equality,—or
+rather many whose sentiments could assimilate with
+yours. Were I a man, I should think it cowardly to
+bury myself in solitude,—nay, I should be unwilling to
+confess I felt myself unable to preserve my virtue where
+there were temptations to destroy it, there is no merit
+in being virtuous when there is no struggle to preserve
+that virtue. ’Tis in the midst of temptations and allurements
+that the active and generous virtues must be
+exerted in their full force. One virtuous action where
+there were temptations and delusions to surmount would
+give more delight to my own heart, more real satisfaction
+than a whole life spent in more negative goodness,
+he must be base indeed who can voluntarily act wrong
+when no allurement draws him from the path of virtue.
+You say you never dip’t much into the pleasures of <em>high
+life</em> and therefore should have but little to regret on
+that score. In the choice of life one ought to consult
+their own dispositions and inclinations, their own powers
+and talents. We all have a preference to some particular
+mode of life, and we surely ought to endeavor to
+arrive at that which will more probably ensure us most
+happiness. I have often thought what profession I
+should choose were I a man. I might then think very
+differently from what I do now, yet I have always
+thought if I felt conscious of possessing brilliant talents,
+the <em>law</em> would be my choice. Then I might hope to
+arrive at an eminence which would be gratifying to my
+feelings. I should then hope to be a public character,
+respected and admired,—but unless I was convinced I
+possessed the talents which would distinguish me as a
+speaker I would be anything rather than a lawyer;—from
+the dry sameness of such employments as the business
+of an office all my feelings would revolt, but to be
+an eloquent speaker would be the delight of my heart.
+I thank Heaven I was <em>born</em> a woman. I have now only
+patiently to wait till some clever fellow shall take a fancy
+to me and place me in a situation, I am determined to
+make the best of it, let it be what it will. We ladies,
+you know, possess that “sweet pliability of temper”
+that disposes us to enjoy any situation, and we must
+have no choice in these things till we find what is to be
+our destiny, then we must consider it the best in the
+world. But remember, I desire to be thankful I am not
+a man. I should not be content with moderate abilities—nay,
+I should not be content with mediocrity in
+any thing, but as a woman I am equal to the generality
+of my sex, and I do not feel that great desire of fame I
+think I should if I was a man. Should you hereafter
+become an inhabitant of Boyford I make no doubt you
+will be very happy, because you will weigh all the advantages
+and disadvantages. Yet I do not think you
+qualified for the laborious life farmers generally lead,
+and it requires a little fortune to live an independent
+farmer without labor. Rebecca would do charmingly, I
+know you are imagining her the partner of all your joys
+and cares,—of all your harmony and content, when you
+charm yourself with your description of rural happiness.
+With her you imagined you could quit the world and
+almost live happy in a desert. So may it be,—I know
+none but a lover could paint the sweets of retirement
+with such enthusiasm. ’Tis <em>my</em> turn now to rail a little,—the
+world also has linked <em>you</em> to a certain person, as
+firmly—nay, <em>more</em> so than it ever did me; however I
+will not press so closely on this subject. I shall not expect
+that candid confession I made you,—as your feelings
+and mine are, I believe, entirely different on the
+two subjects. I want to ask you a question which you
+may possibly think improper, but if so, do not answer
+it.—Is Mary<a id='r26'></a><a href='#f26' class='c012'><sup>[26]</sup></a> really engaged to Mr. Coffin? I hear so
+from so many persons and in so decided a manner I
+cannot doubt. I would ask her, but in these things
+there is so much deception, there is no finding out,—but
+however, I think I should never deny such a thing
+when I once was engaged,—however, enough of this.
+I am now in Portland, shall return to-morrow to Scarborough
+where I shall be very happy to see you and Mary,
+so I depend on your bringing her over very soon.
+Adieu—dinner is ready and I have nothing to say worth
+losing it for, write me often—I shall be at home alone
+these two months to come,—remember you have it in
+your power to amuse and gratify.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>I hardly know what to say to you, Cousin, you have
+attacked my system with a kind of fury that has entirely
+obscured your judgment, and instead of being convinced
+of its impracticability, you appear to fear its justness.
+You tell me of some excellent effects of my system, but
+pardon me for thinking they are dictated by prejudice
+rather than reason. I feel fully convinced in my own
+mind that no such effects could be produced. You ask
+if this plan of education will render one a more dutiful
+child, a more affectionate wife, &#38;c, &#38;c., surely it will,—those
+virtues which now are merely practised from the
+momentary impulse of the heart, will then be adhered to
+from principle, a sense of duty, and a mind sufficiently
+strengthened not to yield implicitly to every impulse,
+will give a degree of uniformity, of stability to the female
+character, which it evidently at present does not
+possess. From having no fixed guide for our conduct
+we have acquired a reputation for caprice, which we
+justly deserve. I can hardly believe you serious when
+you say that “the enlargement of the mind will inevitably
+produce superciliousness and a desire of ascendancy,”—I
+should much sooner expect it from an ignorant,
+uncultivated mind. We cannot enlarge and
+improve our minds without perceiving our weakness,
+and wisdom is always modest and unassuming,—on
+the contrary a mind that has never been exerted knows
+not its deficiencies and presumes much more on its
+powers than it otherwise would. You beg me to drop
+this crazy scheme and say no more about enlarging the
+mind, as it is disagreeable, and you are too much prejudiced
+ever to listen with composure to me when I write
+on the subject. I quit it forever, nor will I again shock
+your ear with a plan which you think has nothing for its
+foundation either just or durable, which a girlish imagination
+gave birth to, and a presumptuous folly cherished.
+I fear I have rather injured the cause than
+otherwise, and what I have said may have more firmly
+established those sentiments in you which I wished to
+destroy. Be it as it may, I believe it is a cause that has
+been more injured by its friends than its enemies. I
+am sorry that I have said so much, yet I said no more
+than I really thought, and still think, just and true. I
+beg you to say no more to me on the subject as I shall
+know ’twill be only a form of politeness which I will
+dispense with. You undoubtedly think I am acting out
+of my sphere in attempting to discuss this subject, and
+my presumption probably gave rise to that idea, which
+you expressed in your last, that however unqualified a
+woman might be she was always equipt for the discussion
+of any subject and overwhelmed her hearers with
+her “clack.” On what subjects shall I write you? I
+shall either fatigue and disgust you with female trifles,
+or shock you by stepping beyond the limits you have
+prescribed. As I cannot pursue a medium I fear I
+shall be obliged to relinquish the hope of pleasing—of
+course of writing. Good night, I am sleepy and stupid.
+Morning. O, how I hate this warm weather, it deprives
+me of the power of using any exertion, it clogs my ideas,
+and I ask no greater felicity than the pleasure of doing
+nothing. I intended to amuse you with some of the trifles
+of the day, but I shall scarcely do them justice this
+morning. Friday night we had a ball,—the hall was
+decorated with much taste. ’Twas filled up for the
+<em>masons</em>. At the head of the room there was a most
+romantic little bower, four large pillars formed of green
+and interspersed with flowers, supported a kind of canopy
+which was arched in front, with this inscription—“Here
+Peace and Silence reign,” filled with a parcel of
+girls whining sentiment, and silly fellows spouting love,
+it produced a most laughable scene. The deities to
+whom it was dedicated withdrew from the sacred retreat,
+which was so profaned, and noise and folly reigned
+supreme,—so sweet a place,—so fine an opportunity
+for making speeches—’twas irresistible, even <em>you</em>
+would have caught a spark of inspiration from the surrounding
+glories,—and felt a degree of emulation at
+the flashes of genius that blazed from every quarter.
+Invention was on the rack, the stores of memory were
+exhausted and folly blushed to be so outdone. Mr.
+Symmes sat down to overwhelm me with a torrent of
+eloquence, yet his compassionate heart often prompted
+him to hesitate that I might recover myself. Such
+stores of learning did he display, such mines of wisdom
+did he open to my view, that I gazed with astonishment
+and awe and scarce believed “That one small head
+could carry all he knew.” Mr. Kinsman with a countenance
+that beamed with benevolence and compassion
+gazed on all around, while a benign smile played round
+his mouth and dimpled his polished cheek, the laughing
+loves peeped from his eyes and aimed their never-failing
+darts—rash girl—too, too near hast thou approached
+this divinity—the poisoned dart still rankles in thy
+heart,—“The lingering pang of hopeless love unpitied
+I endure,” and feel a wound within my heart which
+death alone can cure. Monday night—You will easily
+perceive that I am obliged to write when and where I
+can, I have not quite so much leisure as when at Scarborough,
+and though in the very place to <em>hear news</em>, I
+have no faculty of relating what I hear in a manner that
+could interest you. Last evening I spent in talking
+scandal (for which God forgive me) but was too tempting
+an occasion to be resisted. I wish you were acquainted
+with some of the Portland ladies, I would then
+tell you many things that might amuse. But I dare not
+introduce you to them, lest I should entirely mistake
+their character, and that when personally acquainted
+with them you would be confirmed in your opinion of
+my wanting penetration in studying characters. Yesterday
+I spent with Martha, I wish you were acquainted
+with her, she is truly an <em>original</em>. I never saw one that
+bore any resemblance to her. She despises flattery and
+is even above praise, beautiful without vanity, possessing
+a refined understanding without pedantry, the most
+exquisite sensibility connected with all the great and
+noble qualities of the mind. She knows that no woman
+in America ever was more admired, she has received
+every attention which could be paid and yet is exactly
+as before she left Portland. The same condescension,
+the same elegance and unaffected simplicity of manners,
+the same independent and noble sentiments. Perhaps I
+am blinded to her faults, yet I think she deserves all I
+say of her, nay more, for she “outstrips all praise and
+makes it halt behind her.” They have determined to
+go to England, in two months at farthest they will leave
+America, not to return for 2 years,—two years! how
+many, many events will have taken place. Perhaps ere
+that I shall rest in the tomb of my fathers forgotten and
+unknown!! Perhaps oppressed with care and borne
+down with misfortune, I shall have lost all relish for life—all
+hopes of pleasure may have ceased to exist and
+the grave of time closed over them forever. I grow
+gloomy, I wish I could write anything, but I have never
+felt a relish for writing since I have been in Portland,—at
+home it supplies the place of <em>society</em>, but here I need
+no such substitute.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Write by the post if you have no other opportunity,
+the players will commence acting next Wednesday.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I believe it is the 28th.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mr. Moses Porter, Biddeford.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>This letter is the last one written by Miss Southgate
+to her cousin Moses Porter. The following one from
+Dr. Southgate to his brother-in-law, Rufus King, who
+was then living in England, tells of the untimely death
+of his nephew, and its sad cause, July 26th, 1802.</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>Our brother and sister Porter of Biddeford have
+lost their eldest son Moses. He dyed (sic) about
+fifteen days since of the yellow fever. He had a ship
+arrived from the West Indies. On her passage the
+<em>cook boy</em> dyed suddenly—the rest of the crew were
+none of them sick, but of those persons who went on
+board, five or six were taken with the yellow fever in
+about four days—none of whom lived more than four
+or five days. Moses is much lamented by his family
+and acquaintance—this month would have completed
+his law education. His talents, generous and amiable
+disposition formed a pleasing prospect etc. etc. Mrs.
+Porter’s health is <em>better</em>, better than I ever expected
+she would have enjoyed tho’ she is now only a feeble
+woman.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>R. Southgate.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>
+<img src='images/i_144.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>Mr. E. HASKET DERBY of Salem <span class='fss'>Æ</span>t 28, 1794<br> From a miniature in possession of Dr. Hasket Derby of Boston.<br> <br> ARTOTYPE, E BIERSTADT, N. Y.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c020'><span class='sc'>Journal.</span></h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c003'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Tuesday, July 6th, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Arrived in Salem, met Mrs. Derby at the door who
+received us joyfully. At tea-time saw the children, fine
+boys, very fond of Ellen and are managed by their
+Father with great judgment. How few understand the
+true art of managing children, and how often is the important
+task of forming young minds left to the discretion
+of servants who caress or reprove as the impulse
+of the moment compels them. Here are we convinced
+of the great necessity that Mothers, or all ladies should
+have cultivated minds, as the first rudiments of education
+are always received from them, and at that early
+period of life when the mind is open to every new impression
+and ready to receive the seeds which must
+form the future principles of the character. At that
+time how important is it to be judicious in your conduct
+towards them! In the evening Mr. Hasket Derby
+came in on his return from New York; he is a fine,
+majestic-looking man, tho’ he strikes you rather heavy
+and unwieldy on his first appearance; he says little,
+yet does not appear absent,—has travelled much, and
+in his manners has an easy unassuming politeness that
+is not the acquirement of a day.—Wednesday morning
+had an agreeable tete-a-tete with Ellen, talked over all
+our affairs: in the afternoon rode out to Hersey Derby’s<a id='r27'></a><a href='#f27' class='c012'><sup>[27]</sup></a>
+farm, about 3 miles from Salem; a most delightful
+place! The gardens superior to any I have ever
+seen of the kind; cherries in perfection! We really
+feasted! There are 3 divisions in the gardens, and you
+pass from the lower one to the upper thro’ several
+arches rising one above the other. From the lower
+gate you have a fine perspective view of the whole
+range, rising gradually until the sight is terminated by
+a hermitage. The summer house in the center has an
+arch thro’ it with 3 doors on each side which open into
+little apartments, and one of them opens to a staircase
+by which you ascend into a square room the whole size
+of the building; it has a fine airy appearance and commands
+a view of the whole garden; two large chestnut
+trees on each side almost shade it from the view when
+seen from the sides; the air from the windows is always
+pure and cool, and the eye wanders with delight
+and admiration over the extensive landscape below, so
+beautifully variegated with the charms of nature. Imagination
+luxuriates with delight, and as it plays o’er the
+beauties of an opening flower, imperceptibly wanders
+to the first principles of nature, its wonderful and surprising
+operation; its harmony and beauty. The room
+is ornamented with some Chinese figures and seems
+calculated for serenity and peace. ’Tis like the pavilion
+of Caroline, and I almost looked around me for the
+music of the Guitar and books; but I heard not the
+tramplings of Lindorf’s horse, nor did I sing to hear
+the echo of his voice,—“Listen to love, and thou
+shalt know indifference or bless the foe;” certain it
+is, however, I thought of Caroline the moment I entered.
+We descended, and passing thro’ the arch,
+proceeded to the hermitage, which terminated the
+garden. It was scarcely perceptible at a distance. A
+large weeping-willow swept the roof with its branches
+and bespoke the melancholy inhabitant. We caught a
+view of the little hut as we advanced thro’ the opening
+of the trees; it was covered with bark,—a small
+low door, slightly latched, immediately opened at our
+touch. A venerable old man was seated in the centre
+with a prayer-book in one hand, while the other supported
+his cheek, and rested on an old table, which,
+like the hermit, seemed moulding to decay; a broken
+pitcher, a plate and tea-pot sat before him, and his tea-kettle
+sat by the chimney; a tattered coverlit was
+spread over a bed of straw, which tho’ hard might be
+softened by resignation and content. I left him impressed
+with veneration and fear which the mystery of
+his situation seemed to create. We returned to the
+house, which was neat and handsome, and from thence
+visited the Greenhouse, where we saw oranges and
+lemons in perfection,—in one orange tree there were
+green ones, ripe ones and blossoms. Every plant and
+shrub which was beautiful and rare was collected here,
+and I looked around with astonishment and delight; at
+the upper end of the garden there was a beautiful
+arbour formed of a mound of turf, which we ascended
+by several steps formed likewise of turf, and ’twas surrounded
+by a thick row of poplar trees which branched
+out quite to the bottom and so close together that you
+could not see through,—’twas a most charming place,
+and I know not how long we should have remained to
+admire if they had not summoned us to tea. We returned
+home, and Mr. Hasket Derby asked if we should
+not like to walk over to his house and see the garden,—we
+readily consented, as I had heard much of the
+house. The evening was calm and delightful, the moon
+shone in its greatest splendor. We entered the house,
+and the door opened into a spacious entry; on each side
+were large white marble images. We passed on by doors
+on each side opening into the drawing-room, dining-room,
+parlor, etc., etc., and at the farther part of the
+entry a door opened into a large, magnificent oval room;
+and another door opposite the one we entered was
+thrown open and gave us a full view of the garden below.
+The moon shone with uncommon splendor. The
+large marble <em>vases</em>, the images, the mirrors to correspond
+with the windows, gave it so uniform and finished
+an appearance, that I could not think it possible I
+viewed objects that were real, every thing appeared like
+enchantment,—the stillness of the hour, the imperfect
+light of the moon, the novelty of the scene, filled my
+mind with sensations I never felt before. I could not
+realize every thing and expected every moment that the
+wand of the fairy would sweep all from before my eyes
+and leave me to stare and wonder what it meant. You
+can scarcely conceive any thing more superb. We
+descended into the garden, which is laid out with exquisite
+taste, an airy irregularity seems to characterize
+the whole. At the foot of the garden there was a summer
+house, and a row of tall poplar trees which hid
+every thing beyond from the sight, and formed a kind
+of walk. I arrived there and to my astonishment found
+thro’ the opening of the trees that there was a beautiful
+terrace the whole width of the garden; ’twas twenty
+feet from the street, and gravelled on the top, with a
+white balustrade round; ’twas almost level, and the
+poplar trees so close that we could only occasionally
+catch a glimpse of the house. The moon shone full
+upon it, and I really think this side is the most beautiful,
+tho’ ’tis the back one. A large dome swells quite
+to the chamber-windows and is railed round on top and
+forms a delightful walk,—the magnificent pillars which
+support it fill the mind with pleasure. We returned
+into the house; and on passing the mirrors I involuntarily
+started back at seeing so much company in the
+other room. We entered the drawing-room which is
+superb, furnished with blue and wood color. There was
+the Grand Piano, the most charming Instrument I ever
+heard. Mr. and Mrs. Derby, Mr. Hasket D., Frank
+Coffin and myself were the party, and I was requested to
+play, and took my seat at the Instrument, and had just
+begun playing, when a slight noise in the entry made
+me turn my head. A gentleman entered and was introduced
+as Mr. Grey; made a most graceful bow, took his
+seat, and I resumed my playing. We rose to depart,
+and Mr. G. accompanied us home. I was delighted with
+his conversation, which was sensible, unassuming, and
+agreeable. I scarcely saw his face, as there was no
+light.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Thursday at home all day. In the evening walked
+in the garden. The evening was uncommonly fine.
+The moon shines brighter in Salem than anywhere
+else; here too is an elegant garden, full of fruit trees,
+the walks kept as nice as possible, and shaded on
+each side by plum trees; very handsome summer house
+where we sat an hour or two. Rambled in the garden all
+the evening, which was the finest I ever saw, so very
+light, that, as Shakespeare says, “’twas but the daylight
+sick, only a little paler.” There is something in a fine
+moonlight evening exquisitely soothing to the soul. I
+have felt as if I could melt away with the exquisite enthusiasm
+of my sensations. We were called into the
+house and found Mrs. West, a sister of Mrs. Derby’s; but
+more of her by-and-bye. Friday Dr. Coffin arrived, and
+Dr. Lathrop and Hasket Derby dined with us and set
+out for Boston.</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>The following letter, written by Martha Coffin, Eliza’s
+most intimate friend, and descriptive of a visit that she
+paid to Salem, will be found of interest.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>June 29, 1800.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My dear Ellen:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have never told you all about my visit to Salem.
+I passed my time as you may imagine very charmingly,
+and had I your pen or your talent at description I
+would endeavor to give you some ideas of the house,
+the gardens, and the farm; but it is <em>Impossible</em>.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><em>The Hermitage</em> more than answered my expectations.
+It is everything which we see described in novels, and
+which I thought was not to be found in reality.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The garden beyond description beautiful, does indeed
+exceed anything of the kind I ever saw. Ten thousand
+different kinds of flowers from all quarters of the globe.
+Fruit of every kind in abundance. A delightful Summer
+house in the middle of the garden, furnished quite
+in the rural style; and from the chamber where they
+sometimes drink tea is the most beautiful prospect you
+can imagine.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>M. Coffin.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>
+<img src='images/i_154.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>Mrs. RICHARD DERBY. (Martha Coffin)<br> <br> From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of Mrs. Peabody of Boston<br> <br> ARTOTYPE, E. BIERSTADT, N. Y.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Salem, July 14, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have just received my trunk with the letter and
+key. I perceive you have not received my letter by
+Mr. Jewett. Fear not, my dear Mother, tho’ gay and
+volatile in my disposition, I feel that I shall return
+home with the same sentiments with which I left it.
+True, I was in the midst of gaiety and splendor such as
+I never before witnessed, yet a something within whispers
+true happiness resides not here,—in this family
+all is calm contentment and peaceful pleasure. Mr.
+Derby is everything his best friends can wish him, and
+the whole family consider him as every thing good and
+benevolent; he truly is so, and appears one of the finest
+men I ever knew. How is Uncle Porter’s family? I
+cannot even now reconcile myself to the idea of leaving
+them so unexpectedly and so immediately, yet I know
+not how it could be avoided. I am in the midst of
+amusements and pleasure, they drive all melancholy
+reflection from my mind, but when alone, my feelings
+warmly pay a tribute to the merit of <em>our departed
+Moses</em>; yet I cannot,—do not realize, every thing contributes
+to make me think it a delusion, a mere dream;
+how is it possible I can realize it? Yet sometimes I
+feel it is, it must be true. How soon do we reconcile
+ourselves to the loss of the dearest friends; what would
+most distract us in anticipation we meet with calmness
+when it approaches; strange, unaccountable. I surely
+loved Moses with sincerity. I knew of no person so
+distantly connected whom I felt so interested in,—yet
+he is dead,—he is gone, and I can speak of it without
+emotion, and I am called. Adieu, I will write soon.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c020'><span class='sc'>Journal.</span></h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c003'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Saturday, July 11, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We rode out, Ellen and myself, with the three boys,
+in a hack. Went to Danners—Parson Wadsworth’s, to
+see Mrs. Rickman’s children; took them in to ride;
+came down by the mills and went across to Hasket
+Derby’s farm,—all the cherries gone,—rambled about
+the gardens an hour and returned home,—charming
+ride; the country round Salem is delightful, altho’ ’tis
+situated rather in a plain, ’tis surrounded with beautiful
+hills, handsome trees, ponds, brooks, etc. We got
+home at dusk and found Mr. Coffin just returned from
+Boston. Mrs. Hasket Derby sent a great basket of
+cherries and her compliments, she would come over in
+the morning. I wished very much to see her, she had
+been gone 5 weeks to the Springs. I had heard Martha
+say much of her and wished much that to-morrow could
+come.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Next morning—Sunday—went to Meeting. Mr.
+Dana of Marblehead preached; very devout, unaffected
+young man; saw not a soul I had ever seen before, excepting
+Mr. Grey; thought I should not have known
+him as I scarcely saw his face before. Found Mrs. Hasket
+Derby on my return, was disappointed in her
+personal appearance; instead of finding the elegant,
+majestic, beautiful creature my imagination had pictured,
+I beheld a little, short, plump woman dressed in
+black, a coarse complexion and anxious eyes, yet I had
+not been in her company an hour without confessing to
+myself she was the most agreeable, fascinating woman
+I ever saw. She continually pleases and delights you;
+she appears to live for others, nor ever bestows a
+thought upon herself, yet so perfectly unconscious of
+it, that it seems inherent in her disposition, and to flow
+without any effort. She planned parties of amusement
+as I was a stranger, and we fixed upon Friday for a
+fishing party to Nahant; sent to Boston for some to
+meet us. Monday a small party at Mrs. Derby’s came
+to tea. I rode in the chaise with Mr. Grey. Mrs.
+Grey and a Mr. White, an Englishman, in her carriage.
+Mr. Coffin and Miss Grey in another chaise,—Mr. and
+Mrs. Hasket Derby. We walked on a hill near the
+house, where we had the most extensive prospect I
+ever saw—the whole world seemed spread before us
+covered with the richly variegated carpet of nature.
+We returned home in the evening with a fine moon,
+and all went to Mr. Grey’s to spend the evening. Most
+charming time; treated with great attention by Mrs.
+Grey, who is, in my opinion, a fine woman, domestic,
+fond of her children, and never so happy as in contributing
+to their amusement, and possesses fine sense,
+animated, unceremonious, and agreeable.—Tuesday,
+Doct. and Mrs. Coffin and Mrs. Sumner came down
+from Boston; dined together, and all went to Hasket
+Derby’s farm in the afternoon. Mrs. Grey and Miss
+Bishop of the party; glad to see Miss Bishop—one of
+my old school-mates. Had a most charming ride; went
+in the carriage with Mrs. Grey. All returned to Mr.
+John Derby’s and spent the evening. William Grey
+and his father came in the evening; walked in the garden.—Wednesday,
+large party of gentlemen to dine
+with Doct. Coffin. In the afternoon all went to Mrs.
+Grey’s; danced in the evening. Miss Bishop plays and
+sings charmingly. Thursday, Doct. and Mrs. Coffin
+went home, and in the afternoon went to Mrs. Hasket
+Derby’s with a party; every thing elegant and pleasant.
+Friday to Nahant, fishing—Mr. and Mrs. Hasket
+Derby, Mr. and Mrs. John Derby, Mr. and Mrs. Hersey
+Derby, Miss Bishop, Mr. Grey, Mr. Coffin, and myself,
+Miss Heller, Mr. Prince, who looks very much like
+Horatio, and several others. Met there some smart
+Boston beaux,—Mr. Amory Parkman, Turner, etc., etc.
+Spent a most charming day; caught but few fish, and
+very warm, yet pleasant notwithstanding—set out for
+home just as the sun was setting. I returned in the
+chaise with William Grey, Frank with Miss Bishop,—rode
+2 miles on the beach, the tide down, sun just setting;
+’twas charming and delightful. Saturday went
+out to Hersey Derby’s farm to tea, went to the bathing
+house, summer house—and saw the Rumford<a id='r28'></a><a href='#f28' class='c012'><sup>[28]</sup></a> kitchen—elegant
+place, beautiful children,—rainy afternoon,
+we could not enjoy the pleasures of the country so well.
+Sunday—went to meeting and to tea with Mrs. Hasket
+Derby; met company from Boston,—two beaux, Mr.
+Lee and Mr. Davis. Monday—a party of young ladies
+at Mrs. Grey’s; danced in the evening, went home at
+eleven, spent half an hour at Hasket Derby’s on my
+way; Ellen was there. Tuesday—rode out with Mrs.
+Grey after dinner, returned and drank tea with Mrs.
+Lambert, found company at Ellen’s on my return—Mr.
+and Mrs. Hasket Derby, Hersey Derby and wife, Mr.
+Prince and wife,—Patty Derby that was—looks like old
+<em>Madame Milliken</em><a id='r29'></a><a href='#f29' class='c012'><sup>[29]</sup></a> very much. Mr. and Mrs. Hasket
+Derby wish me to go to the Springs with them; know
+not what to do. Ellen says go by all means, never will
+have such another opportunity; she thinks my Father
+and Mother would not object if I had time to write
+them, which would be impossible, they go to-morrow—what
+shall I do? I must go over after breakfast, I will
+consult Mrs. J. Derby. I would not go for the world if
+I thought my Father or Mother would not be pleased.
+Mr. and Mrs. Derby go alone in their carriage. I must
+think of it.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Wednesday, Salem, July, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>What will you say, my Dear Mother, when you find I
+am gone with Mr. and Mrs. Hasket Derby to the Saratoga
+Springs? But I hasten to explain all. Mr. and
+Mrs. Derby were going in their carriage alone. Mrs.
+Derby says she never travelled without some lady, and
+urged my accompanying her. I thought ’twas only a
+compliment and treated it as such, but when I found she
+seriously wished it and her husband joined his influence,
+I began to think how it would do. I consulted Ellen
+and Mr. Derby, and they both thought I ought not to
+refuse an opportunity of seeing the country which perhaps
+may never again occur—a better one surely can
+never occur. To go with Mr. and Mrs. Derby is surely
+an advantage I can never hope to meet with again. Believe
+me, nothing would have induced me to think of
+going with them unless they had been very urgent.
+Ellen and Mr. Derby both say they doubt not you would
+approve the plan if you were here to consult. If I did
+not think so myself nothing would induce me to go—still
+I regret not having it in my power to wait an
+answer from you, but to-morrow afternoon we must set
+out. Ellen has lent me everything necessary for my
+journey,—indeed I can never repay her. She is the
+most generous being I ever saw. She has nothing in
+the house but is at my service,—all her handsome
+dresses she wishes me to carry, indeed everything that
+I can possibly want she has supplied me with. I am
+glad that I shall not be compelled to purchase anything
+that would be unnecessary after my return. I think I
+shall borrow some money of her, as it is impossible I
+can receive any from home, and if I do not need it, I
+need not spend it. You may assure yourself I shall remember
+to economise as much as possible. It seems as
+if Ellen and Mrs. Derby tried which should most oblige
+me. As I never determined to go till this morning,
+Mrs. Derby said ’twas impossible to make any new
+clothes, nay unnecessary, and insisted I should take any
+thing of hers I should want, but Ellen would not admit
+of that. I know not the route we shall take, but Mrs.
+Derby says we shall probably <em>go</em> or <em>return</em> thro’ <em>Leicester</em>.<a id='r30'></a><a href='#f30' class='c012'><sup>[30]</sup></a>
+I shall be gratified very much at an opportunity of
+seeing our relations there. Ellen promises to write. I
+never was treated with more attention in my life. Ellen
+heaps me with favors, and now I have thought of
+this journey, she thinks she can’t do enough. I intend
+keeping a particular journal while I am gone, which you
+shall all peruse on my return. We shall probably be
+gone four or five weeks, as it is two or three hundred
+miles from here. When you write me direct your letters
+to Salem and Mr. Derby will forward them as he will
+know where we are. Has Octavia returned? tell her I
+shall leave my Salem journal to be sent to her the first
+opportunity. If I go thro’ Newport I shall endeavor to
+find out Miss Crary and Miss Clarke, and wish I had a
+letter from her.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>And now, my dear Mother, assure me you approve of
+my going and I shall have nothing to trouble me. My
+Father, I think, would not object to it if I could know
+his opinion. Mr. Grey (Wm. Grey) says he is sure he
+would not disapprove of it, if he knew in what good protection
+I was. By-the-bye, I have received every attention
+from Mr. Grey’s family, and Mrs. Grey is a
+remarkably fine woman. I rode out with her yesterday
+afternoon, and she sent for me to go to Wexham pond
+with her this afternoon; called to excuse myself and tell
+her of my projected journey; she regretted it as I was to
+have gone to Medford with her the next week, and she
+had planned several parties for me which would be frustrated;
+but she acknowledged I was perfectly right to go,
+and if ’twas her daughter she should be much gratified
+at the opportunity. Mr. and Mrs. Derby say I must tell
+you they will take good <em>care</em> of me and they shall take
+the full protection of me. Write me soon, or request
+my Father or Octavia; but pray if you disapprove, do
+not tell me till I return, ’twill be too late to alter or retract,
+and I should be wretched if I thought you disapproved
+my going,—do write, or ask my Father, I shall
+feel uneasy. My love to all friends, and believe me, with
+great affection, Your</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Francestown (New Hampshire),</div>
+ <div class='line in8'>July 26, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My dear Father:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>My letter in which I informed you of my intended
+journey, my motives for it, etc., you will receive before
+this, I therefore think it unnecessary to say any more,
+but rest with full confidence on the indulgent heart of
+an affectionate Father, who I trust knows my heart too
+well to think me capable of acting in opposition to what
+I know to be his wishes. We left Salem on Thursday
+evening and slept at Ten hills in Charleston, breakfasted
+in Webrion,<a id='r31'></a><a href='#f31' class='c012'><sup>[31]</sup></a> and dined in Betavia.<a id='r32'></a><a href='#f32' class='c012'><sup>[32]</sup></a> We had a
+fine view of the celebrated Middlesex canal, which in
+future ages must do honor to our country,—such monuments
+of industry and perseverance raise our opinion
+of our countrymen; it will be 25 miles in length when
+completed, running from Deckel<a id='r33'></a><a href='#f33' class='c012'><sup>[33]</sup></a> to Medford river,—the
+river of Concord supplies it with water, boats pass
+every day, and parties of pleasure are always sailing on
+it. In my journal I have been more particular, here I
+say but little as we are in a miserable tavern and the
+horses almost ready. I cannot tell you the route we are
+going,—Mr. Derby’s motive is to see the most pleasant
+part of the country that he has not seen before. From
+Bilusia we came through Chelmsford, Inigsborough
+where old Irving lived and Miss Pitts, now Mrs. Brimby,
+the heiress of his fortune has a most elegant tasty country
+house on the banks of the Merrimack—which forms
+a most beautiful scene in front of the house and gives a
+full view of the river in each direction,—more of this
+in my journal. We are on a new turnpike road, from
+Amherst to Dartmouth. We shall go up to Dartmouth
+College as ’tis wholly a jaunt of pleasure, and Mr. Derby
+is determined to be in no haste, to enquire everything
+worth seeing and not to mind 6 or 7 miles from a direct
+road,—they are very attentive to me and have gone a
+mile from the direct road to show me something they
+had seen before. Mr. Derby has been such a traveller
+that he is now one of the most useful travelling companions
+in the world; his wife is the most engaging, unaffected,
+family woman in the world, and instead of feeling
+myself a burden to them, they make me feel of the
+utmost consequence. We passed thro’ several pretty villages
+on coming here—tho’ it is almost a new country,
+scarcely cleared up,—excepting a small village every 6
+or 7 miles; the most hilly, mountainous, woody country
+I ever was in,—here as I look round me I see nothing
+but enormous high hills, covered with trees and almost
+mingling with the clouds. One of them in particular—Francestown<a id='r34'></a><a href='#f34' class='c012'><sup>[34]</sup></a>
+is about 12 miles from Amherst, a number
+of pleasant houses and a very elegant meeting-house,—how
+different from our part of the country!—here,
+if there is but one handsome house in town there
+will be a meeting house. I have passed but one on my
+journey, in these new back places, but what was painted
+and a steeple! From Dartmouth we go down to
+Northampton and then to Lebanon Springs, then to
+Ballstown and Saratoga, and return by the way of New
+Haven, Hartford, etc. I shall have a fine opportunity
+of seeing the country on Connecticut River. Mr.
+Derby does not know the route he shall go, but shall
+depend on what he hears; we shall go thro’ a part of
+the States of Vermont, Connecticut, and New York, so
+that in our tour we shall be in 5 different States. I
+shall write very often, and wish you, my Dear Father, to
+write me by the return of the mail, and direct to Pittsfield
+in Massachusetts,—or to Mr. John Derby in Salem.
+If we go thro’ Leicester I shall find out our relations.
+Tell Octavia and Horatio I shall write them
+soon, but as I keep a particular journal which they shall
+all see, ’tis not so material. I hear the carriage—love
+to all.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ballston Springs, August 22, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dearest Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I feel at this moment as if I could fly! so far from
+home, received no letters, yet at Albany I expect to
+find them, let me at least hope what ’twill delight me so
+much to realize. I sometimes almost fear to receive a
+letter from home,—yet my indulgent Parents will pardon
+the liberty I took in coming this journey, as I trust
+they are convinced by my past life, that I would not for
+the universe act in opposition to what I knew they approved.
+I am convinced when you know Mr. and Mrs.
+Derby you will feel that I was both secure and honored
+in their protection. I cannot tell you half I owe them,
+never in my life was I treated with more affectionate
+attention. They appear as much interested in all I do
+as if I were their daughter. You know my heart, my
+dearest Mother, you know it never was insensible to the
+smallest favor, what then must be its sensation when it
+is thus overpowered by affectionate kindness. I long
+to convince them how much I feel, but words are inadequate.
+My Father has seen Mr. D., I wish he would
+write to him, I think it would be no more than just to
+thank him for the care he has taken of his daughter. It
+seems as if he had a right to expect something of the kind.
+They are the finest couple I know of, so different from
+what I expected to find them. I thought Mr. Derby a
+gay gallant man like Mr. Davis, but he is a plain, noble-hearted,
+sincere, generous man,—talks very little and
+one of the pleasantest dispositions in the world. In
+Mrs. Derby I thought to find a gay woman of fashion,
+but not a soul that ever knew her could help loving her.
+I never saw a person so universally beloved. We have
+been here at Ballston a fortnight to-morrow. It has
+been one continued scene of idleness and dissipation—have
+a ball every other night, ride, walk, stroll about the
+piazzas, dress,—indeed we do nothing that seems like
+improvement. But still I think there is no place where
+one may study the different characters and dispositions
+to greater advantage. You meet here the most genteel
+people from every part of our country,—ceremony is
+thrown off and you are acquainted very soon. You may
+select those you please for intimates, and among so
+many you certainly will find some agreeable, amiable
+companions. For a week we sat down at the table every
+day with 60 or 70 persons, to-day we were all speaking
+of the latter being very thin because we had only
+40. There are as many more at the other boarding
+house, continually going and coming, and now there is
+scarcely 10 persons here that were here when we came.
+We went last week to <em>Lake George</em>, about 40 miles from
+here,—made up a party and went on Tuesday, breakfasted
+at <em>Saratoga</em>, where the Springs formerly most
+celebrated were, and dined about 14 miles this side the
+lake, at the most beautiful place I ever saw. Perhaps
+you have heard of Glens-Falls; they are said to exceed
+in <em>beauty</em> the Falls of <em>Niagara</em>—tho’ in <em>sublimity</em>
+must fall far short. I never imagined anything so picturesque,
+sublime and beautiful as the scenery around
+this enchanting place. The rocks on the shores have
+exactly the appearance of elegant, magnificent ruins,
+they are entirely of <em>slate</em>, and seem piled in regular
+forms with shrubs and grass growing in between. I
+looked around me for an hour and I every moment discovered
+something new to admire,—nothing could exceed
+the beautiful variety of the scenery. I left this
+elegant place with painful regret. About sunset we
+came in view of the <em>Lake</em>, it is a most beautiful sheet of
+water, Morse says 36 miles long and from one to 7
+broad, full of beautiful Islands, 365 in all and of every
+size and shape. It is surrounded by very high hills and
+mountains rising one above the other in majestic grandeur.
+In the morning we went out to fish, sailed about
+4 miles on the lake to a little Island where we went on
+shore,—nothing could exceed the beautiful grandeur of
+the prospect; we anchored off,—I found it very charming
+fishing, the water so perfectly transparent that we
+could see the fish swimming around the dock. Our
+first intention was to sail down the lake to Lake Champlain
+and visit the ruins of the fortifications at Ticonderoga,
+but some of our party dissuaded us from it. We
+saw the ruins of Fort George and the bloody pond—where
+so many poor wretches were thrown. We stopt
+on our return at the field where Burgoyne surrendered
+his army; it is now covered with corn and nothing to
+distinguish it from the surrounding fields; we returned
+by a different route, for 10 miles we rode directly on the
+banks of the Hudson river, nothing could be more delightful,
+our road wound with the river which was beautifully
+overhung with trees; we returned here Thursday
+night, found them dancing. I joined, and the next
+night we had a ball at the other house; there again I
+danced till 12 o’clock and the next morning got up quite
+sick,—to-day I am finely again and have made a resolution
+not to dance again whilst I stay here. This all
+think I can’t keep, but they shall see I can. Col. Boyd
+came here last week but went away while we were gone
+to Lake George—to Canada I believe. He says you
+had not heard of my coming when he left Portland, so
+he could tell me nothing new. We shall probably leave
+here on Tuesday or Wednesday, stay at Albany a few
+days and go to Lebanon again, perhaps to Williamston
+Commencement. We are engaged to spend the day at
+Mr. Rensselaer’s, the former L Governor, and one at Mr.
+Rensselaer’s—his brother, who is Mayor of the City. I
+know not how long ’twill be before we return to Salem,
+but I really begin to think of home with a great deal of
+anxiety. Tell Octavia I never go into the Ball room to
+dance without wishing for her; how delighted should I
+be if Horatio and Octavia were here with me! How
+charming will it be when I get home again! Believe
+me, my Dear Mother, I shall love home more than ever.
+I long to sit me down by the instrument some evening
+after the business of the day is over, with you, my
+Father, and all round me, or to hear Octavia sing and
+play. This scene of dissipation may please for a while
+by its novelty, but it soon satiates—no regular employment,
+I have never been in the habit of spending my
+time in idleness; and they say here that the Southern ladies
+seem more at home here than the Northern ladies
+and do not appear to think industry necessary to happiness.
+I hope to find many letters at Albany. I have
+kept a regular journal which will assist my memory in
+relating my adventures, when I return home again. I
+wrote Horatio last week and told him to send the letter
+home for you to read. I look forward to returning with
+the greatest pleasure. I suppose you are fixed upon a
+house and will move by the time I return, let me know
+as I am anxious to hear about it. Give my best love to
+all my friends and tell Octavia I have more to say to
+her than I can gabble in a month. Oh I long to get
+home again. I find no time to write, if I lock myself in
+my chamber I have so many knocks at the door—Miss
+Southgate go and walk—go down to the spring—somebody
+wants you below,—so many interruptions, ’tis almost
+impossible. After I retire for the night I am so
+tired and sleepy and my chamber is so hot, I <em>cannot</em>
+write; ’tis Sunday to-day (tho’ all days are alike here)
+and I have determined I would write home. I wonder
+how it was possible for Martha to write so much,—I
+hear of her from all the Southern people, they all speak
+in raptures. Give my love to Mrs. Coffin and kiss all
+the children—Mamy particularly, what would I give to
+hear her open my door and run in this moment. Mrs.
+Derby says I get low-spirited when I write home, the
+only way is to think as little of it as possible whilst I am
+so far off. I shall write again from Albany, where I
+hope to find letters.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ever your affectionate&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To the care of Robert Southgate,</div>
+ <div class='line in4'>Scarborough,</div>
+ <div class='line in8'>(District of Maine.)</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>
+<img src='images/i_172.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>THE VAN RENSSELAER MANOR HOUSE</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Albany, August 8, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Thus far, my dear Ellen, have we proceeded without
+any thing to mortify or disappoint us; I wrote you the
+night I arrived at Lebanon, the next morning the bell
+rang and we all assembled to breakfast; there were about
+thirty ladies, much dressed, looking very handsome, it
+seemed more like a ball room than a breakfasting room.
+We were the last that came in, and all eyes were fixed
+upon us. Lady Nesbert and the Allston family from
+Carolina were opposite. This daughter of Col. Burr is
+a little, smart-looking woman, very <em>learned</em> they say,
+understands the dead languages—not pedantic, rather
+reserved—Lady Nesbert,<a id='r35'></a><a href='#f35' class='c012'><sup>[35]</sup></a> a most interesting woman,
+full black eyes with a wild melancholy expression and a
+voice so sweet and plaintive, you would think it melancholy
+music. I never heard her speak a dozen times
+since I have been here and rarely ever smile. Old Mrs.
+Allston, the mother, is a <em>sour-looking</em> woman, nothing
+affable or condescending. Miss Allston, they say, is
+a romp, though her mother restrains her so much you
+would not suspect it. Old Mr. Allston<a id='r36'></a><a href='#f36' class='c012'><sup>[36]</sup></a> is affable and
+agreeable. We had likewise there a Mr. Constable<a id='r37'></a><a href='#f37' class='c012'><sup>[37]</sup></a> of
+N. Y.; has lived in great style,—very much the gentleman.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Miss —— from N. Y. whom I mentioned in my last
+is a truly <em>fashionable</em> City Belle. She is a fortune, but
+I believe not of family. The Gentleman she calls her
+father and whose name she takes ’tis said was hired by a
+British officer, her real father, to marry the mother and
+adopt the daughter, and a very large sum was given him.
+He appears an abandoned old rake, pale and sallow. Oh!
+he is a horrid-looking object, in a deep consumption I
+imagine; she is very attentive. But, good heavens!
+Ellen, I had no idea of a fashionable girl before—one
+that devotes her whole attention to fashion. I have
+much to tell you when I return, about the Miss Ashleys’
+french style of dress. Mr. and Mrs. Ransselear<a id='r38'></a><a href='#f38' class='c012'><sup>[38]</sup></a> left
+Lebanon the day before we did with Mr. and Miss Westelo,<a id='r39'></a><a href='#f39' class='c012'><sup>[39]</sup></a>
+Mr. Welsh,<a id='r40'></a><a href='#f40' class='c012'><sup>[40]</sup></a> the Miss Stevensons, and Miss Livingston
+the Albany Belle,—all belong to Albany. Mr.
+and Miss Westelo, Miss Beakman, and Mr. Ransselear,
+who is Mayor of the City, called last evening and we all
+went to walk—went into Miss Westelo’s and spent a
+charming hour; all returned with us, and we engaged to
+go to meeting with Mr. and Miss Westelo and take tea
+at the Mayor’s this afternoon. Mr. Westelo is going to
+Balston in company with us and a Mr. Kane<a id='r41'></a><a href='#f41' class='c012'><sup>[41]</sup></a> of N. Y.
+whom we met at the Coffee House—very genteel man.
+Another little lawyer from Litchfield, who came in from
+Lebanon with us, is likewise, on Monday; so we shall
+have a very pleasant party. Mr. Kane says I shall meet
+one of their genteelest N. Y. beaux at Balston, Mr.
+Bowne. I wonder if it is the same I have heard you mention.
+I shall find out. About eleven o’clock, or rather
+twelve, I was surprised by some delightful music, a number
+of instruments, and most elegantly playing “Rise!
+Cynthia! rise!” I jumped up and by the light of the
+moon saw five gentlemen under the window. To Mr.
+Westelo I suppose we are indebted. “Washington
+March,” “Blue Bells of Scotland,” “Taste Life’s glad
+moments,” “Boston March,” and many other charming
+tunes—played most delightfully. I have heard no
+music since I left Salem till this, and I was really
+charmed. The bell will ring soon and I must finish this
+after meeting.—Sunday afternoon. The dinner was
+brought on the table just as the bell rang for meeting,
+so that we were obliged to stay at home this afternoon,
+and tell Mr. Westelo and his sister, who called again for
+me, as Mrs. Derby did not go out, that I would go to
+Mrs. Ranselear’s after meeting. In the morning, Mr.
+Derby and myself went to the New Dutch Church with
+Mr. and Miss Westelo and sat with them next pew to the
+Patroon’s, whom you saw in Salem with his beautiful wife.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>After meeting, Mr. Westelo came with the Patroon
+and his wife to see us. She is really beautiful, dressed
+very plain; cotton cambric morning gown, white sarsnet
+cloak, hair plain, and black veil thrown carelessly over
+her head. They urged our dining there to-morrow, but
+Mr. Derby is determined to set out in the morning for
+Balston—the waters, all tell him, will be of great service—when
+we return we shall go and see them. A great
+number of elegant gentlemen are here in this house,
+many from N. Y., some going to the springs. Your
+Boston Mr. Amory and Mr. Lee would look rusty long
+side them. Hush, not a word!—Mr. Kane of N. Y.,
+whose sister married Robert Morris, is here, will set out
+for the springs in company with us, Mr. Westelo and
+some others. We shall go to Lake George and probably
+make a party from Balston. Mrs. Derby has insisted on
+my wearing the sarsnet dress to-day as we shall drink
+tea at the Mayor’s, where the Patroon and wife will
+probably be. I am every moment reminded of your
+affectionate kindness, which I hope never to be insensible
+to.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>You wrote Mamma, I suppose. I have not received a
+line from anybody; shall depend on finding letters at
+Pittsfield or Lebanon; do write me everything. I have
+so much to tell you that I cannot write. Mrs. Derby, I
+cannot tell you how much I owe her. She treats me
+with so much affection, and she says she believes Mr.
+Derby feels as much interest in me as if I were his daughter—wishes
+everything I wear should be becoming, and
+indeed they both treat me with all the attention and
+affection my most sanguine expectation could desire. I
+do not wish to be treated with more affection; think then,
+dear Ellen! how sensibly I must feel it, how gratifying
+to my feelings. I can never forget the obligation I owe
+to you and them. My best love to your husband; tell
+him when I return I shall have a whole world of news
+for him. I long to hear from you, do write soon. At
+Balston I will write again. Many people will be talking
+about my going this journey; many will censure me
+perhaps; if you, dear Ellen, should hear any of their ill-natured
+remarks you could not do me a greater favor
+than to vindicate my conduct. I have never for one moment
+since I left Salem regretted I came. The affectionate
+attention of Mr. and Mrs. Derby delights my
+very heart, ’twas more than I had a right to expect. I
+have received much delight in this tour, seen much elegant
+company, variety of character and manners. I am
+sensible it will be a source of great improvement, as well
+as pleasure. I shall have seen that style and splendor,
+which has so many magic charms when viewed at a distance,
+divested of its false place, we find it mingled with
+as many pains as any other situation in life, nay, more
+poignant pain. I feel that I shall not be at all injured
+by this life; though I enjoy myself highly and mingle
+with these people with much delight, I shall return happy
+and content. Mr. Derby is quite unwell, has taken
+nothing but milk since we left Salem, his stomach refuses
+everything else. I have strong hopes that the
+Balston waters will have a good effect. Everyone tells
+him so. A gentleman just from Balston says there is a
+great deal of company at the Springs, dance every other
+night. If the waters agree with Mr. Derby we shall
+stay a week or ten days. I have written home a number
+of times, which together with my journal take up all
+my leisure time, and that is stolen from the hrs. devoted
+to sleep. I would give anything for one line from you
+this moment. How delighted I shall be when I return!
+Any news from Martha? If any letter arrives for me
+send it on to Pittsfield. How charming it would be if
+we were all together going to the Springs! I have not
+time to write anything about Albany fine society—I
+believe full of Dutch houses. Adieu, love to all friends.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Eleanor Coffin.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Salem, September 9, 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dearest Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Once more I am safe in Salem and my first thoughts
+turn toward home. I arrived last night. The attention
+I have received from Mr. and Mrs. Derby has
+been of a kind that I shall look forward with delight to
+a time when I may be able to return it as I wish. I
+am in perfect health and spirits and have enjoyed the
+journey more than I can express to you. I don’t know
+that I have had an unpleasant hour since I have been
+gone, and what is still more pleasing, I look back on
+every scene without regret or pain. At Leicester I
+went to Uncle Southgate’s, and Cousin William helped
+me into the carriage when I left the tavern the next
+morning. We did not return thro’ North-Hampton,
+and I consequently missed seeing Aunt Dickenson. I
+regret it extremely, but Mr. Derby was in such haste
+to return, that he left us at Worcester and took the
+stage. I therefore could not say a word of Hadley. I
+found two letters from Octavia on my return here; felt
+really grieved at Eliza Wait’s death; she must feel it
+sensibly as they were such intimate friends, yet time
+blunts the sharp pangs of affection, and when I return
+she will feel that happiness has only fled for a while to
+make its return more delightful. I have received more
+attentions at the Springs than in my whole life before,
+I know not why it was, but I went under every advantage.
+Mr. Derby is so well known and respected,
+and they are such charming people and treated me
+with so much affection, it could not be otherwise!
+Among the many gentlemen I have become acquainted
+and who have been attentive, one I believe is serious.
+I know not, my dearest Mother, how to introduce this
+subject, yet as I fear you may hear it from others and
+feel anxious for my welfare, I consider it a duty to tell
+you all. At Albany, on our way to Ballston, we put
+up at the same house with a <em>Mr. Bowne</em> from New
+York; he went on to the Springs the same day we did,
+and from that time was particularly attentive to me; he
+was always of our parties to ride, went to Lake George
+in company with us, and came on to Lebanon when we
+did,—for 4 weeks I saw him every day and probably
+had a better opportunity of knowing him than if I had
+seen him as a common acquaintance in town for years.
+I felt cautious of encouraging his attentions, tho’ I
+did not wish to <em>discourage</em> it,—there were so many
+<em>New Yorkers</em> at the Springs who knew him perfectly
+that I easily learnt his character and reputation; he
+is a man of <em>business</em>, uniform in his conduct and <em>very
+much respected</em>; all this we knew from report. Mr.
+and Mrs. Derby were very much pleased with him,
+but conducted towards me with peculiar <em>delicacy</em>, left
+me entirely to myself, as on a subject of so much
+importance they scarcely dared give an opinion. I
+left myself in a situation truly embarrassing. At such
+a distance from all my friends,—my Father and
+Mother a perfect stranger to the person,—and prepossessed
+in his favor as much as so short an acquaintance
+would sanction,—his conduct was such as I shall
+ever reflect on with the greatest pleasure,—open, candid,
+generous, and delicate. He is a man in whom I
+could place the most unbounded confidence, nothing
+rash or impetuous in his disposition, but weighs maturely
+every circumstance; he knew I was not at liberty
+to encourage his addresses without the approbation
+of my Parents, and appeared as solicitous that I
+should act with strict propriety as one of my most disinterested
+friends. He advised me like a friend and
+would not have suffered me to do anything improper.
+He only required I would not discourage his addresses
+till he had an opportunity of making known to my Parents
+his character and wishes—this I promised and
+went so far as to tell him I approved him as far as I
+knew him, but the decision must rest with my Parents,
+their wishes were my law. He insisted upon coming
+on immediately: that I absolutely refused to consent to.
+But all my persuasion to wait till winter had no effect;
+the first of October he <em>will come</em>. I could not prevent it
+without a positive <em>refusal</em>; this I felt no disposition to
+give. And now, my dearest Mother, I submit myself
+wholly to the wishes of my Father and you, convinced
+that my happiness is your warmest wish, and to promote
+it has ever been your study. That I feel deeply
+interested in Mr. Bowne I candidly acknowledge, and
+from the knowledge I have of his heart and character I
+think him better calculated to promote my happiness
+than any person I have yet seen; he is a firm, steady,
+serious man, nothing light or trifling in his character,
+and I have every reason to think he has well weighed
+his sentiments towards me,—nothing rash or premature.
+I have referred him wholly to you, and you, my
+dearest Parents, must decide. Octavia mentioned nothing
+about moving, but I am extremely anxious to know
+how soon we go into Portland and what house we shall
+have. Write me immediately on the subject, and let me
+know if you approve my conduct. Mr. Bowne wishes
+me to remain here until he comes on and then let him
+carry me home: this I objected to, but will depend on
+your advice. I shall be obliged to stay a few weeks
+longer,—Harriet Howards expects me a week in Cambridge,
+Mrs. Sumner a week in Boston, and Mrs.
+Hasket Derby another week. I am now with Ellen and
+shall stay till Mrs. Coffin comes up, then according to
+promise go to Mrs. Lucy Derby’s. I feel extremely
+anxious to hear you have moved into town, and shall
+most probably be here until then; write me immediately.
+If you wish any furniture, Mrs. Sumner will
+assist me in purchasing whatever you wish. I mentioned
+in my letter, when I set out on this journey I
+borrowed 15 dollars of Ellen; I wish you to send it to
+me immediately after receiving this, if you have not
+already sent it. I shall likewise stand in need of a little,
+as I have unavoidably incurred many expenses in
+this journey which I should not otherwise have done.
+Mr. Derby has loaded me with obligations, all my expenses
+he defrayed as if I was his daughter, and in such
+a manner as endears him more than I can express.
+You cannot imagine how interested they both are in
+the subject I have been writing you upon,—my nearest
+friends cannot feel more, they have witnessed the whole
+progress, and if you knew them, would be convinced
+they would not have let me act improperly, they both
+approve my conduct. I wish my Father would write
+to Mr. Derby and know what he says of Mr. B.’s character.
+I don’t know but ’tis a subject too delicate to
+give his opinion, but I can conceive that my Father
+might request it without any impropriety; and do, my
+Dear Mother, beg him to say any thing in his power to
+convince him that we all feel sensibly their great attention
+to me. You know not how anxious I feel for my
+Father to write him something of that kind, not that
+they appear to expect it, but on the contrary insist that
+they have been more obliged than I have, and really
+seem to think so; but this rather strengthens than lessens
+the obligation, nothing should have induced me to
+receive such from people who felt they were conferring
+favors. I long to hear when we move into Portland,
+<em>do</em> write me. My best love to Horatio and Octavia, and
+tell them I shall write as soon as possible. I found a
+large packet of 5 sheets from Martha, dated Paris, June
+28th; tells me every thing, speaks almost in raptures of
+Buonaparte, says Uncle Rufus has a little son<a id='r42'></a><a href='#f42' class='c012'><sup>[42]</sup></a> about
+12 years old at school there, one of the finest boys she
+ever saw. I find most of the Southern people whom we
+met at the Springs, think Uncle Rufus stands as good
+a chance of being President as any one spoken of. I
+have listened for hours to his praises when not one
+knew how much I was interested; it was known from
+Mrs. Derby I was his niece, and it really gave me great
+consequence. I thought of Mrs. Dewitt and laughed.
+Judge Sedgwick told me had letters from him as late as
+June, and that he was determined on returning in the
+Spring. I long to hear from home. My love to all my
+friends, and believe me, with every sentiment of <em>duty</em>
+and <em>affection</em>,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your daughter&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>
+<img src='images/i_186.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>Mr. WALTER BOWNE<br> <br> From a miniature by Malbone, in possession of W. B. Lawrence<br> <br> ARTOTYPE. E BIERSTADT, N. Y.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>Martha sent me a most elegant Indispensable, white
+lutestring spangled with silver, and a beautiful bracelet
+for the arm made of her hair; she is too good—to love
+me as she says, more than ever.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Portland, Nov. — Friday, — 1802.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mr. Davis is going on to Boston and will have a
+letter for you. I am delighted to hear that Mamma is
+better. I send you some of Miss Homer’s wedding
+cake; married on Monday. You say Rufus Emerson
+has returned and tells them a great many stories; when
+you write next tell me what he says, and where he
+heard, and all about it, for everything interests me. Mr.
+Bowne has not arrived, I am out of all patience, cannot
+imagine what detains him,—4 weeks to-morrow since
+he took Mr. Codman’s letter. These Quakers are governed
+by such a <em>slow spirit</em>—I wish the deuce had
+them. I shall be really uneasy if he don’t come soon.
+I want some <em>money</em>, my last dollar I gave Horatio to buy
+Mamma’s <em>oranges</em>. I have written to Mrs. Derby to buy
+me a <em>winter gown</em>; in her last she says she has bought
+it but does not mention the price. I wish the money to
+send to her soon as I hear; a little likewise for occasional
+expenses, ’tis not pleasant to be without. I have
+been in but one party since Mamma’s sickness; shall
+certainly not go out more than I can possibly avoid.
+Mrs. Derby is quite out at Mr. B.’s not coming. I’ll
+not be so ungenerous as to condemn him without giving
+an opportunity of vindicating himself, some circumstances
+I know not of may detain him. All our friends
+are well. Send me the money as soon as possible; and
+don’t forget to tell particularly what Rufus says, whom
+he saw, what they told him, and when he heard all. In
+some cases trifles acquire importance—mole hills become
+mountains. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Love to Mamma, and tell her I am out of all patience.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Octavia Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Boston, May 30, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Here we are, my dear Octavia, at Mrs. Carter’s Boarding
+House, and tho’ we have endeavored to keep ourselves
+as much out of the way as possible, a great many
+people have called to pay their respects to Mr. and Mrs.
+Bowne. The first person we met driving thro’ Salem
+was Mr. <em>Lee</em> just coming in town; he bowed very low
+and pass’d. We went to a public house and had not been
+there 3 minutes before Mr. Lee came in determined to
+be the first to call on us; he shook hands very cordially,
+congratulated us, and went with us up to Ellen’s. We
+promised to drive with Ellen, and went to see Mrs. H.
+Derby; spent a charming hour and returned to Ellen’s,
+dined, and all went to Lucy Derby’s to tea, Mr. Lee and
+a dozen others. Mr. Bowne and myself called on Mrs.
+Grey, and after a very pleasant day returned to Ellen’s
+and stayed the night, and the next morning, which was
+Wednesday, came into Boston,—’twas <em>election day</em> and
+all the world was in motion. I could not bear to come
+to Mrs. Carter’s, but Mr. Bowne thought he ought to.
+Mr. Lee got to Boston as soon as we did and came immediately
+to see us and offer his services; he has been
+here again this morning and is going to ride into the
+country with us to show us some fine seats. Doctor
+Boice, Mr. Davis, Mr. Cabot, Charles Bradbury, Tom
+Coffin and a dozen other gentlemen, whose names I
+have forgot, and who came with the Miss Lowells and
+Miss Russells. We have prevented all invitations on,
+by constantly saying we were going out of town immediately.
+Mr. Lee insisted, when I expressed a wish to
+see Miss <em>Wyre</em>, on letting her know I was in town,—he
+went and she came immediately back. I was very glad
+to see her and she appeared so herself at seeing me.
+Some ladies and gentlemen came in; and after they were
+gone, Alicia, Mr. B. and myself went a-shopping;—the
+fashions for bonnets, Octavia, are very ugly; Alicia had
+a large, white glazed cambric one made without pasteboard.
+But I have not told you how Gen. Knox<a id='r43'></a><a href='#f43' class='c012'><sup>[43]</sup></a> found
+us out at Newburyport. We always kept by ourselves,
+but in passing the entry Gen’l Knox, who had just come
+in the stage, met Mr. B. and asked where he was from—(Mr.
+Bowne kept here with Mrs. Carter when Gen’l
+Knox was here last winter); he told him from the Eastward.—Alone?—no.—Who
+is with you?—<em>Mrs. Bowne.</em>
+So plump a question he could not evade, so the General
+insisted on being introduced to the bride. I was walking
+the room and reading, perfectly unsuspicious, when
+the opening of the door and Mr. Bowne’s voice—“Gen’l
+Knox, my love,” quite roused me; he came up, took my
+hand very gracefully, pres’t it to his lips and begged leave
+to congratulate me on the event that had lately taken
+place. After a few minutes’ conversation—“And
+pray, sir,” said he, turning to Mr. Bowne—“when did
+this happy event take place?” I felt my face glow, but
+Mr. Bowne, always delicate and collected, said—“’Tis
+not a fortnight since, Sir.” The stage drove to the door,
+and after hoping to see us at Mrs. Carter’s he took his
+leave, and this morning—(he was out all day yesterday)—I
+found him waiting in the breakfast room to see me.
+He introduced me to General Pinckney<a id='r44'></a><a href='#f44' class='c012'><sup>[44]</sup></a> and his family
+from Carolina,—Gen’l Pinckney, they say, is to be our
+next President. “<em>Mr. Bowne</em>,” said Gen’l Knox to Gen.
+P., “has done us the honor to come to the District of
+Maine for a bud to transplant in New York.” He was
+very polite and said “he must find us out in New York.”
+Only think, I never thought of the <em>wedding-cake</em> when I
+was at Salem. You would laugh to hear “<em>Mrs. Bowne</em>”
+and “Miss Southgate” all in a breath—“How do you
+do, Miss Southgate?”—“I beg pardon, <em>Mrs. Bowne</em>,”
+and do it on purpose I believe; when I hear an old acquaintance
+call me “Mrs. Bowne” it really makes me
+stare at first, it sounds so very odd. Mr. B. will be in,
+in a moment—and if I don’t seal my letter, he will insist
+on seeing it, so love to all. I depend on finding
+letters at New Haven. I have a thousand things to
+say,—(some ladies enquire for Mrs. Bowne, so says the
+servant,—I’ll tell you who they are when I come up,)—Mrs.
+Bartlett and Alicia; they insist on our taking tea
+and spending the evening; we promised if we did not
+leave town after dinner that we would. Adieu, adieu.
+Mr. Bowne sends a great deal of love.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate sister,</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>
+<img src='images/i_198.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>THE LYMAN PLACE—WALTHAM</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New Haven, June 1, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Your letter, my dear Octavia, was the first thing to
+welcome me on my arrival at this City. I cannot describe
+to you my sensations when it came. I can rarely
+think of home without more pain than pleasure, and yet
+if there is a being on earth perfectly <em>blest</em> ’tis your sister
+Eliza. How infinitely more happy than when I left you.
+You cannot imagine how delightful has been our journey.
+We have stop’t at every pleasant place, enjoyed all the
+beauties of the Spring in the richest and most luxuriant
+country I ever saw. I wrote you last from Boston.—The
+afternoon following Mr. Lee called to accompany us
+a few miles out of town; he had requested Mr. Lyman’s
+permission to go out to his seat in Waltham that Mr.
+Bowne and myself might have an opportunity to see it,
+as it is the most beautiful place round Boston. We set
+out about 4 o’clock—had a most charming ride. Mr.
+Lee was remarkably sociable, attentive and polite, both
+to Mr. Bowne and myself. He talks just as sociably,
+and called me “Miss Southgate” and “Mrs. B.” all in a
+breath as fast as he could talk. I have no time to tell
+you of this elegant place of Mr. Lyman’s, great taste in
+laying out the grounds. It surpasses everything of the
+kind I ever saw; beautiful serpentine river or brook
+thickly planted with trees, and elegant swans swimming
+about—you can’t imagine—’twas almost like enchantment.
+After Mr. Lee had gathered me a bouquet large
+enough to supply a ballroom—of the most elegant and
+rare flowers,—full blown roses—buds—everything
+beautiful, we jumped into the carriage, he shook us cordially
+by the hand, wished us every happiness, and hoped
+to see us in New York ere long. Sunday morning we
+got to Springfield, stayed the day, it recalled so many
+pleasing sensations. When we parted there—how
+different were our feelings—our happiness was augmented
+by the contrast. From Springfield to Hartford
+was charming; much pleased with Hartford, stayed a
+day and night there. From Hartford to New Haven
+is the most elegant ride you can possibly imagine,—a
+fine turnpike about 30 miles, and such a picturesque,
+rich, luxuriant country, such variety and beauty—oh
+’twas charming! Mr. Bowne is waiting for me this full
+hour to walk in the Mall,—What shall I do, he hurries
+so? Well, I never saw a place so charming as New
+Haven; we have been all over it,—visited the College,
+everything, and I give it the preference to any place I
+know of—a particular description I defer. I have no
+time to say a word of your letter; write me immediately
+on receiving this to New York, where we shall be on
+Saturday. Mr. Bowne’s best love with mine to all the
+family. Adieu—I have ten thousand things more to
+say but can’t. Write me immediately.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ever your affectionate</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, June 6, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I sit down to catch a moment to tell you all I have to
+before another interruption. I have so much to say,
+where shall I begin—my head is most turned, and yet
+I am very happy; I am enraptured with New York. You
+cannot imagine anything half so beautiful as <em>Broadway</em>,
+and I am sure you would say I was more romantic than
+ever if I should attempt to describe the Battery,—the
+elegant water prospect,—you can have no idea how refreshing
+in a warm evening. The gardens we have not
+yet visited; indeed we have so many delightful things
+’twill take me forever; and my husband declares he
+takes as much pleasure in showing them to me as I do
+in seeing them; you would believe it if you saw him.
+Did I tell you anything of Brother John? handsome
+young man, great literary taste; he is one of the family;
+nothing of the appearance of a Quaker. Mrs. King,
+another sister, they all say looks like me. Mrs. Murray,
+who is very sick now, has a daughter, a charming, lively
+girl, about 19, and the little witch introduced me in a
+laughing way last night to some of her friends as <em>Aunt
+Eliza</em>. I protest against that; her brother Robert 17
+years old too; I positively must declare off from being
+Aunt to them. Caroline and I went a-shopping yesterday,
+and ’tis a fact that the little white satin quaker bonnets,
+cap-crowns, are the most fashionable that are worn—lined
+with pink or blue or white; but I’ll not have
+one, for if any of my old acquaintance should meet me
+in the street they would laugh, I would if I were them.
+I mean to send sister Boyd a quaker cap, the first tasty
+one I see; Caroline’s are too plain, but she has promised
+to get me a more fashionable pattern. ’Tis the fashion.
+I see nothing new or pretty,—large sheer muslin shawls
+put on as Sally Weeks wears hers are much worn, they
+show the form thro’ and look pretty; silk nabobs,
+plaided, colored and white, are much worn, very short
+waists, hair very plain. Maria Denning has been to see
+me, I was very happy,—several spring acquaintance.
+Expect Eliza Watts and Jane every moment, they did
+not know where I was to be found. Last night we were
+at the play—“The way to get married.” Mr. Hodgkinson<a id='r45'></a><a href='#f45' class='c012'><sup>[45]</sup></a>
+in <em>Tangent</em> is inimitable. Mrs. Johnson a sweet,
+interesting actress in Julia, and Jefferson,<a id='r46'></a><a href='#f46' class='c012'><sup>[46]</sup></a> a great comic
+player, were all that were particularly pleasing; house
+was very thin so late in the season. Mr. and Mrs. Codman<a id='r47'></a><a href='#f47' class='c012'><sup>[47]</sup></a>
+came to see me. I should have known her in a
+moment from her resemblance to Ellen and the family,—appeared
+very happy to see me,—Mr. Codman was
+happy, Mrs. Codman would now have somebody to call
+her friend, etc., etc. Maria Denning told me Uncle
+Rufus [King] was expected every day; we have such
+contradictory accounts, we hardly know what to believe.
+As to housekeeping, we don’t begin to talk anything
+of it yet. Mr. Bowne says not till October, however
+you shall hear all our plans. I anticipate so much happiness;
+I am sure if any body ought to I may. My
+heart is <em>full</em> sometimes when I think how much more
+blest I am than most of the world. At this moment
+there is not a single circumstance presents itself to my
+mind that I feel unpleasant to reflect on: the sweet tranquillity
+of my feelings—so different from any thing I
+ever before felt—such a confidence—my every feeling
+reciprocated and every wish anticipated.—I write to
+you what would appear singular to any other.—You
+can easily imagine my feelings.—I see Mr. B. now
+where he is universally known and respected, and every
+hour see some new proof how much he is honored and
+esteemed here; the most gratifying to the heart you
+can imagine, cannot but make an impression on mine.
+We talk of you when we get to housekeeping, how delightful
+’twill be—what a sweet domestic circle!—I
+must leave you; Caty says—“Mrs. Walter (for so the
+servants call me to distinguish), a gentleman below
+wishes to see you.” Adieu. Who can this said gentleman
+be?</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mr. Rodman was below, whom I saw at the Springs,
+and for these two hours there has been so many calling
+I thought I should never get up to finish my letter.
+Mrs. Henderson,<a id='r48'></a><a href='#f48' class='c012'><sup>[48]</sup></a> whom I mentioned to you as one of
+the most elegant women in New York, and Maria Denning,
+her sister, came in soon after. Engaged to Mrs.
+Henderson’s for Friday.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Thursday Morning:—I have been to two of the
+Gardens, Columbia,<a id='r49'></a><a href='#f49' class='c012'><sup>[49]</sup></a> near the Battery, a most romantic
+beautiful place; ’tis enclosed in a circular form and little
+rooms and boxes all around, with tables and chairs,
+these full of company; the trees all interspersed with
+lamps twinkling thro’ the branches; in the centre a
+pretty little building with a fountain playing continually,
+the rays of the lamps on the drops of water gave it a
+cool sparkling appearance that was delightful. This
+little building, which has a kind of canopy and pillars
+all round the garden, had festoons of colored lamps
+that at a distance looked like large brilliant stars seen
+thro’ the branches, and placed all round are marble
+busts, beautiful little figures of Diana, Cupid, Venus,
+by the glimmering of the lamps, which are partly concealed
+by the foliage, give you an idea of enchantment.
+Here we strolled among the trees and every
+moment meet some walking from the thick shade unexpectedly,
+and come upon us before we heard a sound,
+’twas delightful! We passed a box that Miss Watts
+was in; she called us, and we went in and had a charming,
+refreshing glass of ice cream, which has chilled me
+ever since. They have a fine orchestra and have concerts
+here sometimes. I can conceive of nothing more
+charming than this must be.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We went on to the Battery: this is a large promenade
+by the shore of the North River; very extensive rows
+and clusters of trees in every part, and a large walk
+along the shore, almost over the water, gives you such
+a fresh, delightful air, that every evening in summer it
+is crowded with company. Here too they have music
+playing on the water in boats of a moonlight night.
+Last night we went to a garden<a id='r50'></a><a href='#f50' class='c012'><sup>[50]</sup></a> a little out of town,
+Mount Vernon garden,—this too is surrounded by
+boxes of the same kind, with a walk on top of them.
+You can see the gardens all below; but ’tis a <em>summer
+playhouse</em>—pit and boxes, stage and all, but open on
+top; from this there are doors opening into the garden,
+which is similar to Columbia Garden, lamps among the
+trees, large mineral fountain, delightful swings, two at
+a time,—I was in raptures as you may imagine, and if
+I had not grown sober before I came to this wonderful
+place ’twould have turned my head. But I have filled
+my letter and not told you half—of the Park—the
+public buildings,—I have so much to tell you, and of
+those that have called on me—I have no room to say
+half. Yesterday Mrs. Henderson came again to see me
+and brought two of my Aunt King’s most intimate
+friends to introduce—Mrs. Delafield<a id='r51'></a><a href='#f51' class='c012'><sup>[51]</sup></a> and Miss Lucy
+Bull. Mr. and Mrs. Delafield are Uncle and Aunt’s
+very intimate friends, she is called the most elegant
+woman in New York. I was delighted with her and
+very much gratified at Mrs. Henderson’s attention in
+coming again on purpose to introduce them, they were
+so attentive, so polite, and Mrs. Delafield said so many
+things of Aunt King, how delighted they would be to
+find me settled near them, how much I should love
+them and everything of the kind, that was very gratifying
+to me. Miss Denning has been to see me 3 or 4
+times; several invitations to tea, but we declined as our
+family friends were visiting us this week. This morning
+we go to make calls. I have got a list of names
+that most frightens me. All our brothers and sisters
+say—“Why, Eliza does not seem at all like a stranger
+to us,”—indeed I feel as easy and happy among them
+as possible, which astonishes me, as I have been so
+unaccustomed to Quakers, but their manners are so
+affectionate and soft, you cannot help it. Mrs. King
+(sister) is a beauty—She would be very handsome in a
+different dress; she looks so much like Alicia Wyer, you
+would love her,—just such full sweet blue eyes, charming
+complexion and sweet expression, and her little
+quaker cap gives her such an innocent, simple appearance,
+I imagine Alicia with a quaker dress—and you
+will see her exactly. Adieu. I am expecting to hear
+from you every day. Mr. Bowne is out, would send a
+great deal of love if he were here. Kiss dear little
+Mary and all the children. I never go by a toy shop,
+or confectionery, without longing to have them here.
+Love to all. Our best love to my Father and Mother,
+Horatio, Isabella and all. I mean to write as soon as
+I am settled a little. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, June 18, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am just going to set off for Long Island and therefore
+promise but a short letter. I have a mantua maker
+here making you a gown which I hope to have finished
+to send by Mrs. Rodman. The fashions are <em>remarkably
+plain</em>, sleeves much longer than ours, and half handkerchiefs
+are universally worn. At Mrs. Henderson’s
+party there was but one lady except myself without a
+handkerchief,—dressed as plain as possible, the most
+fashionable women the plainest. I have got you a
+pretty India spotted muslin,—’tis fashionable here.
+<em>My husband</em> sends a great deal of love, says we shall
+be travelling about all Summer, settle down soberly in
+October, and depend on seeing you as soon as we are
+at housekeeping. Sister Caroline has made Sister Boyd
+a tasty quaker cap, which I shall send with the gown.
+How could you mistake what I said of Caroline so
+much? Far from being “<em>stiff and rigid</em>,” she is most
+affectionate, attentive and obliging,—nothing was more
+foreign to my thoughts, and you must have taken your
+idea from what I said of her dress, which, you may
+depend upon it, with quakers is no criterion to judge
+by. I never was more disappointed in my life—to find
+such a stiff, forbidding external covered so much affability
+and sweetness.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>You must give my love to Miranda. I wish I had
+time to write to her, Horatio, my Mother and all, but I
+expect the carriage every moment. Tell Horatio he
+must write to me. At present my letters to you must
+answer for all, till I am more settled. Mrs. Codman
+has promised to call at our house and tell you all about
+me. Malbone<a id='r52'></a><a href='#f52' class='c012'><sup>[52]</sup></a> has just finished my picture; I have
+done sitting; he was not willing I should see it, as ’tis
+unfinished. When you return ’twill be done, then I’ll
+tell you whether ’tis like. I have told you in a former
+letter we shall go to Bethlehem, Philadelphia, and perhaps
+to the Springs. My trunk arrived safe. I shall
+send a little ring to Cousin Mary Porter; ’tis not the
+kind I wanted, but I had not time to have one made to
+send by Mrs. C. Is mine with sister Mary’s hair done?
+Send it to her by the first opportunity. Adieu. Best
+love to all friends, and all the children. Tell mamma
+I mean to write her as soon as I have leisure, that I am
+very, <em>very</em> happy, that Uncle Rufus has <em>not</em> arrived, tho’
+every day expected, and that I look to the time when
+we shall see her and my Father in New York. Mr.
+Bowne and myself both will be delighted. Give my
+best love to Lucia,<a id='r53'></a><a href='#f53' class='c012'><sup>[53]</sup></a> Zilpah and John, and ask the latter
+if he has discovered on whom my <em>mantle rested</em>. Tell
+Zilpah we pass her friend Mrs. Bogert’s house every
+day, and never without thinking of her. The City air
+has not stolen my <em>country bloom</em> yet, for every one says—“I
+need not ask you how you do, Mrs. Bowne, you
+look in such fine health.” Dr. Moore<a id='r54'></a><a href='#f54' class='c012'><sup>[54]</sup></a> would not inoculate
+me for the Small Pox, after examining my arm, as
+he was sure from what I told him I had had the Kine
+Pox well, and he would insure me against the Small
+Pox. But Mr. Bowne seems to wish I should be inoculated,
+tho’ I care nothing about it now. Adieu. My best
+love to Aunt Porter and Nancy, Mary Porter and all
+the other friends. We are going to <em>Flushing</em> to see our
+cousins before we return; you know how Mary laughed
+about the name. Yesterday we were at Belvidere, the
+most beautiful place, the finest view in the world, the
+greatest variety. I never shall have done. Kiss dear
+little Mary; I think of her every time I see a sweet
+little sight.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate sister&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S. Remember and put an S in my name to distinguish;
+there are 2 or 3 Eliza Bownes in the family.</p>
+<div class='figleft id003'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>
+<img src='images/i_211a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>LUCIA WADSWORTH</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figright id004'>
+<img src='images/i_211b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>ZILPAH WADSWORTH</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, June 30, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Uncle Rufus<a id='r55'></a><a href='#f55' class='c012'><sup>[55]</sup></a> has just landed. The Hussas have
+ceased, the populace retired, and I hasten to give you
+the earliest information. Several thousand people were
+on the wharf when he landed, my Husband among
+the number. As he stept from the vessel they gave 3
+cheers and escorted him up into Broadway to a Mr.
+Nicholas Lowe’s<a id='r56'></a><a href='#f56' class='c012'><sup>[56]</sup></a> (his friend); then three more cheers as
+he entered the door. He stood at the door, bowed, and
+they dispersed—all but a dozen particular friends, who
+accompanied him into the house, and Mr. Bowne with
+them. Was introduced by Mr. Watson,<a id='r57'></a><a href='#f57' class='c012'><sup>[57]</sup></a> and immediately
+after Mr. Henderson<a id='r58'></a><a href='#f58' class='c012'><sup>[58]</sup></a> said, “A niece of yours, Mr.
+King, was lately married in New York to Mr. Bowne.”
+My Uncle immediately came up to him, shook hands a
+second time, and said, “<em>Miss Southgate</em>, I presume.”—He
+staid but a few moments; the acclamations of the
+people had rather embarrassed him (uncle). Aunt King
+had not landed. This evening we are going to see them.
+Imagine me entering, presented by Mrs. Henderson,
+Miss Bull, or Mrs. Delafield,—all her intimate friends;
+think what a mixture of sensations! I’ll tell you all about
+it. I returned from Long Island this morning: delightful
+sail, beautiful country, and pleasant visit. Malbone
+has finished my picture, but is unwilling we should have
+it as the likeness is not striking,—he says not handsome
+enough—so says Mr. B. But I think ’tis in some things
+much flattered. It looks too serious, pensive, soft,—that’s
+not <em>my</em> style at all. But perhaps ’twill look different;
+’twas not quite finished when I saw it; however, he
+insists on taking it again as soon as he returns from the
+Southward, and told Mr. Bowne, if he <em>must</em> have one he
+might keep this till he returned and he would try again.
+Uncle Rufus brings news that <em>war</em> has actually taken
+place, hostilities commenced. The King<a id='r59'></a><a href='#f59' class='c012'><sup>[59]</sup></a> on the 14th
+sent a message to Parliament that he was determined
+to use every effort to repress the overbearing power of
+France, and hoped for their united assistance and exertions.—So
+much for <em>Father</em>.—The whole City seems
+alive, nothing else talked of but the arrival of Mr. King
+and the news of War. Adieu. I’ll write again soon.
+Best love to all the family.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We are in expectation of great entertainment on
+fourth of July—<em>Independent</em> day! as they laugh at us
+Yankees for calling it,—the gardens, the Battery, and
+every thing to be illuminated, fire-works, music, etc., etc.
+Col. Boyd called to see me; and Mr. Grelett, whom I was
+introduced to in Boston, brought the handsome Miss
+Pemberton, whom you have heard Col. B. speak of—to
+call on me; she’s from Philadelphia. I was out. I hope
+none of my acquaintance will come to New York, pass
+thro’, or any thing, without finding me out. I just begin
+to make memorandums of tables and chairs, spoons and
+beds, and everything else; most turns my brain, so many
+things to think of; but I am well and happy, and ’tis a
+pleasant task. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours affectionately,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>10 o’clock, evening.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Just returned from Uncle Rufus’. Mr. B. introduced
+me to Uncle; he took my hand, introduced us to his
+wife, and they both seemed much pleased to see us.
+Uncle is so easy and graceful and pleasing, I was delighted
+with him. Looks very like <em>Mr. Parker</em> instead
+of <em>Mr. Davis</em>; enquired particularly after the family;
+was surprised at my being here,—said everything that
+was pleasant, hoped we should be very sociable, etc.,
+etc.; and after a pleasant half-hour we returned home.
+I broke the seal of my letter to tell you; ’tis late, I can’t
+be particular.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>E. S. B.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Southgate, Portland.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, July 4, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have written generally to Octavia, but as I meant
+my letters for the family, ’tis not much matter to whom
+they were directed. I wrote you of Uncle Rufus’ arrival
+and our calling on them the evening after. Sunday
+they called on us with Mr. and Mrs. Lowe, their
+friends, with whom they are staying till their own house
+is ready. They both kissed me very affectionately, said
+everything that pleased me, and were very solicitous
+that we might get houses near each other in the winter,
+that we might be sociable neighbors. Uncle Rufus says
+I remind him of Martha very much; he inquired particularly
+after all the family, and asked if I did not expect
+you would come on to see me, and both appeared much
+pleased when I assured them I depended on seeing you
+here. Aunt King told Mr. Bowne he must bring me
+to see them <em>very often</em>, and look upon her as a <em>Mother</em>.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>July 8.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>My letter will be an old date before I finish it. You
+must have perceived, my Dear Mother, from my letters,
+that I am much pleased with New York. I was never
+in a place that I should prefer as a situation for life, and
+nothing but the distance from my friends can render it
+other than delightful. We have thus far spent the summer
+delightfully: we have been no very long journeys,
+but been on a number of little excursions of 20 or 40
+miles to see whatever is pleasant in the neighborhood.
+Mr. Bowne’s friends, tho’ all very plain, are very amiable
+and affectionate, and I receive every attention from
+them I wish. I have a great many people call on me,
+and shall have it in my power to select just such a
+circle of acquaintance as suits my taste,—few people
+whose prospects of happiness exceed mine, which I
+often think of with grateful sensations. Mr. Bowne’s situation
+in life is equal to my most sanguine expectations,
+and it is a peculiar gratification to me to find him so
+much and so universally esteemed and respected. This
+would be ridiculous from me to any but my Mother, but I
+know it must be pleasing to you to know that I realize all
+the happiness you can wish me. I have not a wish that
+is not gratified as soon as ’tis known. We intend going
+to Bethlehem, Philadelphia, and a watering place, similar
+to the Springs, about 30 miles beyond Philadelphia;
+shall probably set out the latter part of this month. At
+present we have done nothing toward housekeeping,
+and Mr. Bowne won’t let me do the least thing towards
+it, lest I get my mind engaged and not enjoy the pleasure
+of our journeys.—’Tis very different here from most
+any place, for there is no article but you can find ready
+made to your taste, excepting table linen, bedding, etc.,
+etc. One poor bed quilt is all I have towards housekeeping,
+and been married two months almost. I am
+sadly off, to be sure. We have not yet found a house
+that suits us. Mr. Bowne don’t like any of his own, and
+wishes to hire one for the present until he can <em>build</em>,
+which he intends doing next season; which I am very
+glad of, as I never liked living in a hired house and
+changing about so often. Uncle and Aunt King want we
+should get near them; they have hired a ready furnished
+house about 2 miles out of the city for the summer, and
+intend hiring a house in town in the winter. I have
+been very busy with my mantua-maker, as I am having
+a dress made to wear to Mrs. Delafield’s to dine on Sunday;
+they have a most superb country seat on Long Island,
+opposite Hell-Gate;—he is Uncle Rufus’ most intimate
+friend and a very intimate one of Mr. Bowne’s.
+We shall probably meet them there; I have not seen
+them to ask. My picture is done, but I am disappointed
+in it. Malbone says he has not done me justice, so says
+Mr. Bowne; but I think, tho’ the features are striking, he
+has not caught the expression, particularly of the eyes,
+which are excessively <em>pensive</em>: would do for Sterne’s Maria.
+The mouth laughs a little and they all say is good,—all
+the lower part of the face; but the eyes not the
+thing. He wants me to sit again, so does Mr. Bowne.
+Malbone thinks he could do much better in another
+position. I get so tired, I am quite reluctant about
+sitting again. However, we intend showing it to some
+of our friends before we determine. How do all our
+friends at Saco and Topsham do? I often think of
+them, and Mr. Bowne and myself are talking of coming
+to see you next summer very seriously. How comes on
+the new house? We are to come as soon as ever that
+is finished. If you choose to send so far, I will purchase
+any kind of furniture you wish, perhaps cheaper and
+better than you can get elsewhere. Adieu. Remember
+me to all the children. Dear little Mary,—I can’t help
+crying sometimes, with all my pleasures and amusements;
+’tis impossible to be at once reconciled to quitting
+all one’s friends. I thought a great deal of the
+children. I never thought I loved them so much; I
+never pass a toy-shop or confectionery without wishing
+them here. How does Horatio succeed in business, as
+well as he expected? How comes on Father’s turnpike
+and diking? Tell him I yesterday met a woman full
+broke out with the small-pox; I was within a yard of her
+before I perceived it; the first sensation was terror, and
+I ran several paces before I recollected myself. As
+soon as I arrived in town Doctor Moore examined my
+arm, enquired the particulars, and refused to inoculate
+me again; that he would venture to insure me from the
+small-pox; that he had inoculated hundreds and never
+had one take the small-pox after the kine-pox. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate daughter</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S. All the family desire to be remembered particularly.
+Mr. B. is out to dine.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Southgate, Scarborough, District of Maine.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span>
+<img src='images/i_223.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>SUNSWICK—THE DELAFIELD HOUSE<br> <br> Hell Gate, Long Island</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, July 14.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Friend Greene from Portland is here and will dine
+with us to-day; a fine opportunity for me to write to my
+friends. I have quite a packet of newspapers which I
+shall send by him to amuse you; they contain all the
+public amusements and shows in celebration of 4th July.
+The Procession passed our house and was very elegant.
+In the evening we were at Davis Hall Gardens; the
+entertainment there you will see by the papers; ’twas
+supposed there were 4,000 people there; tickets half a
+dollar; and ’tis said he made very little money, so you
+may think what the entertainment was. Indeed there is
+every day something new and amusing to me. Whenever
+we have nothing particular in view, in the cool of
+the evening we walk down to the Battery, go into the
+garden, sit half an hour, eat ice-cream, drink lemonade,
+hear fine music, see a variety of people, and return home
+happy and refreshed. Sunday we dined at Mr. Delafield’s
+near Hell Gate, Long Island; the most superb,
+magnificent place I ever saw, situated directly on the
+East river, the finest view you can imagine. I was delighted
+with our visit, so much ease, elegance and hospitality.
+I am very glad you liked your gown. Long
+sleeves are very much worn, made like mitts; crosswise,
+only one seam and that in the back of the arm,
+and a half drawn sleeve over and a close, very short one
+up high, drawn up with a cord. I have just been having
+one made so. All Mrs. Delafield’s daughters, even
+to little Caroline, no older than our Mary, had their
+frocks made exactly like the gown I sent you, only cut
+open in the back, a piece of bone each side and eyelet
+holes laced,—long sleeves as I mentioned above; short
+sleeves and open behind. I should admire to be in
+Portland, now all the Coffin family are there. Give my
+best love to Mrs. Coffin and Ellen Foster; the others
+will have returned. I am astonished at what you say
+about my calling on Mrs. Sumner, and what Mrs.
+Coffin said. When I got to Boston I determined to
+call nowhere but at Mrs. Sumner’s, as my intimacy in
+the family was such and I was fearful she might not
+hear of my being in town and should not see her; accordingly
+the day I got in town we went out purposely
+to call there, and to prevent any one calling on us (for I
+did not wish to see much company) we said we expected
+to go out of town immediately. However, there were
+a great many called to see me notwithstanding. In
+Cap hill we met Mr. Sumner. I introduced Mr. Bowne,
+said we were just going to call on Mrs. Sumner, enquired
+how she did, etc., and Mr. Sumner said they were
+just going out to ride, but if I would go immediately
+with him I could see her. I was fearful of detaining
+them, and thought I should certainly see her, now she
+knew I was in town and had set out to call on her; and
+Mr. Sumner particularly asked where we were to be
+found,—we told him Mrs. Carter’s, and parted. From
+that time, every time I heard the bell, I supposed ’twas
+Mrs. Sumner. We staid 2 days, and neither Mr. nor
+Mrs. Sumner called. I felt amazingly hurt, as so many
+ladies I was very little acquainted with called on me
+immediately. Late in the evening before we left town,
+Tom Coffin called in, appeared rather formal, never
+mentioned Mrs. Sumner or any reason why they did
+not call, nor any apology. As I could no way account
+for such mysterious conduct, it greatly mortified me.
+This is the true statement, which you may mention to
+Mrs. Coffin, and then ask her who has a right to feel
+offended. The great dinner given in honor of Uncle
+Rufus I have not yet mentioned; ’twas very superb, and
+200 of the most respectable citizens of New York attended.
+Mr. Bowne says, tho’ he has been at many entertainments
+given in honor of particular persons, yet he
+never saw one that was so complimentary, and never a
+person conduct himself on such an occasion with such
+ease, elegance, and dignity in his life. He returned
+quite in raptures,—such insinuating manners—such
+ease in receiving those presented and introduced,—he
+is a most amazing favorite here. Democrats and Federalists
+and all parties attended. French Consul on
+his right—English Consul on his left. When Mr.
+Bowne went up, he held out his hand with all the ease
+of an old friend, without even bowing, and said, “How!
+is it Bowne? How’s your wife?”—so familiar. I went
+to see the tables: very novel and elegant—there was
+one the whole length of the Hall and 4 branches from
+it; there was an enclosure about 2 feet wide, filled with
+earth, and railed in with a little white fence, and little
+gates every yard or two ran thro’ the centre of all the
+tables, and on each side were the plates and dishes. In
+this enclosure there were lakes, and swans swimming,
+little mounds covered with goats among little trees,—some
+places flocks of sheep, some cows laying down,
+beautiful little arches and arbors covered with green,—figures
+of Apollo, Ceres, Flora, little white pyramids
+with earth and sprigs of myrtle, orange, lemon, flowers
+in imitation of hothouse plants,—nothing could have a
+more beautiful effect in the hot weather; those opposite
+to you were divided, their plates quite hidden. Adieu;
+some ladies have just called. We are going about 20
+miles to enjoy the sea, Rockaway, a place of fashionable
+resort; ’tis intensely hot, exceeded only by Ballston
+Springs. We don’t go to Bethlehem till the last of the
+month. Mr. Bowne’s business detains him in the City
+only one or two days in a week perhaps, yet prevents a
+long journey just now. We ride out every day or two,
+go into the baths whenever we please, they have very
+fine public ones. Adieu. The ladies will think I am
+Yankee. Love to all.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>Sally Weeks remember me to—and all other friends;
+Betsey Tappan—tell her Mr. Bowne often speaks of
+that sweet little Miss Tappan. How comes on Father’s
+house, Octavia? We both depend on its being finished
+next season. We think very seriously of coming next
+summer. Mr. Bowne wants to go almost as much as
+myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Love to Sister, hope she is well again. Uncle Rufus
+told me Mr. Boyd had been very sick, but I did not
+mention it, lest it might alarm sister. Adieu. Love to
+Zilpah and Lucia. Tell Zilpah Mrs. Bogert came to see
+me last week and is in hopes she will come on with her
+father. Remember me affectionately to all Mrs. Davis’
+family. I sometimes treat myself with telling my Husband
+all about our charming frolics. Does not Mr.
+Davis talk anything of coming to New York? Louise
+is quite a belle I suppose.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, July 23, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have sent a few sugar toys to the children, which
+you must divide,—the cradle for Mary, the basket for
+Arixene, etc., etc.,—pair shoes apiece, two little dogs I
+put up in the music—one looks like Sancho; a little
+frock I send as a pattern for Miranda, Arixene, and
+Mary, long or short sleeves as you please, whalebone in
+the back, laced. I have sent another box of things to
+Isabella’s children: the paper box I mean for them; two
+little fans for Arixene and Mary, with their names on
+them, you’ll find in the bottom of the box. The two songs
+I sent you are all I could find that struck me; for the
+“Death of Allen,” I never heard it, and bought it because
+it was a composition of Floyd’s; “The Wounded
+Hussar” I admired and knew you could not get it set
+for the Piano,—I don’t know but ’tis different from
+Miss Sandford’s. I write in great haste—we are going
+to dine at Uncle Rufus’ out of town; ’tis past eleven.
+They have a delightful place on the North River; took
+tea there last week. Mr. Bowne joins me in love to
+Father and Mother and all. How comes on the house,
+Octavia?—we want to come very much next Summer.
+Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours, E. S. B.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S. I have some fine peaches and apricots on the
+table before me; Mr. Bowne brings me a pocketful of
+fruit every time he comes home. I have ate as many
+as I want to, and have been thinking how much I would
+give to get them to you, but this early fruit won’t keep
+at all. I was at the theatre night before last—at
+Mount Vernon Garden; Hodgkinson is a fine fellow.
+We commence our Southern journey in about 10 days.
+Oh, I am sorry—Mr. Bowne just came to tell me the
+vessel has sailed—well, I must wait for another. Love
+to Mary Porter, and give her the ring I enclose of my
+hair; tell her I long to see her, and ask if she means to
+be <em>Mary Porter</em> when I next come to the Eastward.
+Love to all friends.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Octavia Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Bethlehem, August 9, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I intended writing before I left New York, but was
+so much engaged in preparing for our journey, I had no
+time. My great wish to see this famous Bethlehem<a id='r60'></a><a href='#f60' class='c012'><sup>[60]</sup></a> is
+at length gratified. You can scarcely imagine any
+thing more novel and delightful than every thing about
+here, so entirely different from any place in New England.
+Indeed, in travelling thro’ the State of Pennsylvania,
+the cultivation, buildings, and every thing are
+entirely different from ours,—highly cultivated country,
+looks like excellent farmers. Barns twice as large as
+the houses, all built of <em>stone</em>; no white painted houses, as
+in New England. We crossed the famous Delaware at
+Easton. It separates New Jersey and Pennsylvania.
+We saw some beautiful little towns in New Jersey likewise,
+but in Pennsylvania the villages look so many
+clusters of <em>jails</em>, and the public buildings like the Bastile,
+or, to come nearer home, like the New York State
+prison,—all of <em>stone</em>, so strong, heavy, and gloomy, I
+could not bear them; the inhabitants most all Dutch,
+and such <em>jargon</em> as you hear in every entry or corner
+makes you fancy yourself in a foreign country. These
+Bethlehemites are all Germans, and retain many of the
+peculiarities of their country—such as their great
+fondness for music. It is delightful: there is scarcely
+a house in the place without a Piano-forte; the Post
+Master has an elegant grand Piano. The Barber plays
+on almost every kind of music. Sunday afternoon we
+went to the Young Men’s house to hear some sacred
+music. We went into a hall, which was hung round
+with Musical Instruments, and about 20 musicians of
+the Brethren were playing in concert,—an organ, 2 bass
+viols, 4 violins, two flutes, two French horns, two clarionets,
+bassoon, and an Instrument I never heard before,
+made up the Band; they all seemed animated and interested.
+It was delightful to see these men, who are accustomed
+to laborious employments, all kinds of mechanics,
+and so perfect in so refined an art as music. One man
+appeared to take the lead and played on several different
+instruments, and to my great astonishment I saw the
+famous musician enter the breakfast room this morning
+with the razor-box in his hand to shave some of the
+gentlemen. Judge of my surprise; and some one mentioned
+he had just been fixing a watch down-stairs.
+Yesterday, Daddy Thomas (who is a head one, and who
+comes to the tavern every few hours to see if there are
+any strangers who wish to visit the buildings) conducted
+us all round. We went to the Schools,—first was merely
+a <em>sewing school</em>, little children, and a pretty single sister
+about 30, with her white skirt, white, short, tight waistcoat,
+nice handkerchief pinned outside, a muslin apron
+and a close cambric cap, of the most singular form you
+can imagine. I can’t describe it; the hair is all put out
+of sight, turned back before, and no border to the cap,
+very unbecoming but very singular, tied under the chin
+with a pink ribbon,—blue for the married, white for
+the widows. Here was a Piano-forte, and another sister
+teaching a little girl music. We went thro’ all the different
+schoolrooms—some misses of 16,—their teachers
+were very agreeable and easy, and in every room
+was a Piano. I never saw any embroidery so beautiful;
+Muslin they don’t work. Make artificial flowers very
+handsome, paper baskets, etc. At the single Sisters’
+house we were conducted round by a fine lady-like
+woman, who answered our questions with great intelligence
+and affability. I think there were 130 in this
+house; their apartments were perfectly neat,—the Dormitory
+or sleeping-room is a large room in the upper
+part of the building, with “Dormont” opposite the
+whole length. A lamp suspended in the middle of the
+ceiling, which is kept lighted all night; and there were
+40 beds, in rows, only one person in each,—they were
+of a singular shape, high and covered, and struck me
+like people laid out—dreadful! the lamp and altogether
+seemed more like a nunnery than any thing I had seen.
+One sister walks these sleeping-rooms once an hour
+thro’ the night. We went to a room where they keep
+their work for sale,—pocket-books, pin balls, Toilette
+cushions, baskets, artificial flowers, etc., etc. We
+bought a box full of things, and left them much pleased
+with the neatness and order which appeared thro’out.
+The situation of the place is delightful. The walks on
+the banks of the Lehigh and the mountains surrounding—’tis
+really beautiful. The widows’ house and
+young men’s is similar to the one described; there were
+many children at the school, from Georgia, Montreal,
+and many other places as far. There are some genteel
+people from Georgia at the tavern where we are, and
+Philadelphia. We intended leaving here for Philadelphia
+to-day, but it rains. We shall spend a few days
+there and go to Long Branch. If the alarm of the fever<a id='r61'></a><a href='#f61' class='c012'><sup>[61]</sup></a>
+continues in New York we shall not return there again,
+but go in the neighborhood. Send in for a trunk, which
+I packed up for the purpose, in case I feared going in
+the City—and set off for the Springs or somewhere
+else. ’Tis very uncertain when we go to housekeeping;
+the alarm of the Fever hurried us out of town without
+any arrangement towards it, and may, if it continues,
+keep us out till middle of Autumn. But at any rate
+you must spend the winter with us, we both depend on
+it. You can certainly find some opportunity. Give
+my best love to all friends, and expect to hear from me
+frequently while I am rambling about. My husband is
+so fond of roving, I don’t know but he’ll spoil me. We
+both enjoy travelling very much, and surely it is never
+so delightful as in company with those we love. Only
+think, ’tis just <em>a year</em> to-day since we first saw each
+other, and here we are, Married, happy, and enjoying
+ourselves in Bethlehem. Memorable day! Horatio’s
+and Frederick’s <em>birthday</em>, too; mine will soon be here.
+I long to see you all more than you can imagine; hope
+to, next summer, and <em>depend</em> on your spending the winter
+with us. Love to Miranda, when you write, and tell
+her I mean to write myself. Mr. B—— often talks of
+her. Is Mr. Boyd<a id='r62'></a><a href='#f62' class='c012'><sup>[62]</sup></a> <em>arrived</em>? I want much to hear.
+Love to Sister<a id='r63'></a><a href='#f63' class='c012'><sup>[63]</sup></a> and the children. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Affectionately,</div>
+ <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Southgate, Scarborough.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ballston Springs, Sept. 4, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Once more do I write you from the <em>Springs</em>, where I
+enjoyed so many delightful moments last year. We recall
+so many charming things to our recollection by this
+visit to the Springs that ’tis of all places the most pleasant
+for us to visit. A description of the place, amusements,
+etc. I gave you last year; they are the same now.
+We arrived yesterday morning, found the place much
+crowded, and were fearful of not getting good accommodations,
+but in that respect were agreeably disappointed.
+They dance much as usual; a fine ball to-morrow evening.
+I wish you were here to help us dance,—a great
+many New Yorkers have taken refuge here from the
+fever. I was quite sorry when I found Mr. Derby had
+been here and gone again. Tell Louise the <em>Bussey</em> family
+from Boston are here, and Miss Putnam appears as
+much delighted with the <em>picturesque steeps</em> of Ballston
+as she was with those of <em>Freeport</em>, and with about as
+much reason. We have an abundance of queer, smart
+people here. Last night at tea I found myself seated
+alongside <em>Beau Dawson</em>,<a id='r64'></a><a href='#f64' class='c012'><sup>[64]</sup></a> “<em>Nancy Dawson</em>,”—our envoy
+to France—you remember! Gen. Smith of Baltimore
+and family, who it was said would succeed Uncle Rufus;
+Mr. Harper and wife—the fine speaker in Congress;
+<em>Herssa Madame</em> Somebody—French lady; and
+a nobleman from nobody knows where, and a parcel of
+strange people, making a variety that I like once in a
+while. But, let me see, I have hurried you along to the
+Springs from Long Branch in a much easier manner
+than I got here myself. Oh the tremendous Highlands!<a id='r65'></a><a href='#f65' class='c012'><sup>[65]</sup></a>
+I thought to my soul I should never hold out
+to get over them—such roads! But I lived over it,
+tho’ it made me sick fairly, with fatigue. I went to see
+Maria Denning, whose father’s country seat, Beverly, is
+in the midst of the Highlands—on the North River,
+directly opposite <em>West Point</em>. It does not look much
+like Louisa’s picture; ’twould make one of the most sublime
+and beautiful pictures imaginable if the objects
+were selected with judgment. It rises with sublime
+and picturesque grandeur directly from the North River.
+Who would have thought of taking a view of it without
+water?—that is the greatest beauty when united with
+the others. We got to Mr. Denning’s Saturday night,—left
+the neighborhood of New York, Thursday,—where
+we staid only one night, dined at Uncle’s, drank
+tea at Sister Murray’s, and set off that evening for the
+Springs. The romantic and beautiful scenery on the
+North River as we rode up was most charming to me.
+I admire the wild diversity of nature—here we had it
+in perfection. I am sure the <em>Hudson</em> wants nothing but
+a Poet to celebrate it. The Thames and the Tiber have
+been sung by Homers and Popes, but I don’t believe
+there can be a greater variety, more sublimity or more
+beauty, than are to be found on the banks of the Hudson.
+The Delaware did not strike me at all—I crossed
+it several times. We were in hopes Uncle and Aunt
+would come here with us, but Uncle said he must go
+<em>East</em> if anywhere, but he wanted to be at rest a few
+months, now he was settled. Mrs. Codman told me she
+saw you all; we called a moment to see her. Mrs. Sumner
+has a son too. Poor Mrs. Davis, how much sickness
+she has! On our return from Long Branch we
+went to <em>Passaic Falls</em> with a Baltimore family; had a
+charming little jaunt about 20 miles from New York.
+The falls—the rocks—the whole scenery partakes
+more of the sublime—almost terrific—than Glens
+Falls, but not so beautiful. I am much delighted to
+hear of Mr. Boyd’s arrival; Sister must be very happy.
+Martha is coming this month; the fever would prevent
+her coming to New York—I am sorry. Love to Mrs.
+Coffin. My mother is quite well, Mrs. Codman tells
+me. Horatio,—Miranda, there’s half a dozen wild
+girls here that would romp to beat her—they are as
+old as you, but sad romps. We shall stay here about
+a week, then go to <em>Lebanon</em>, where I wish you to direct
+a letter to me immediately on the receipt of this. I
+want to hear much, so does Mr. Bowne. He teases me
+to death to write home that we may hear from you.
+We depend on your coming on this winter. When we
+shall be to housekeeping Heaven knows; not even a
+napkin made, just getting a woman to work,—fixed the
+things already, when the fever came and we all left the
+city; so here I am—perfectly unprepared as possible.
+Adieu. Tell Horatio he has more time than I have, he
+ought to write me immediately to Lebanon. Lebanon
+has been quite deserted. Poor Hannah Hamilton’s
+Mamma died three or four weeks since. The servants
+at the other house where I kept last summer, wished
+me joy,—heard Miss Southgate was married to Mr.
+Bowne. Oh, I have not told you!—saw the tree Major
+Andre was taken under, and the house where <em>Arnold</em>
+fled from, left his wife and family,—indeed, ’tis the very
+house Maria lives in. We staid two nights there and
+promised to go and see them on our return; charming
+place, such fruit, ’tis delicious. In the Jerseys,—don’t
+laugh at travellers’ stories,—but we really rode over the
+peaches in the road; we always kept our case full, William
+brought us some off the finest trees that hung over the
+road. Peaches and cream!—they laugh and say Boston
+people cry out, “’tis <em>so</em> good!” Well, what have I
+not wrote about? A little of everything but sentiment;
+a dash of that to complete. I am most tired of jaunting;
+the mind becomes satiated with variety and description
+and pants for a little respite of domestic tranquillity.
+I’ve done; I have most forgot how to write sentiment.
+I have had no time to think since I was married. I
+don’t expect to, this 2 or 3 months, so good-bye.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Octavia Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Lebanon Springs, Sept. 24, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Your letter, my dear Octavia, has set my head to planning
+at a great rate. By all means come on with Mr.
+Cutts; I am impatient to see you, and I cannot give up
+the pleasure of having you with me this winter. We
+shall be at Housekeeping as soon as <em>possible</em> after the
+fever subsides. My husband thinks the plan a very
+good one. I will write immediately to Aunt King, say
+that it is uncertain when you arrive, but I have taken
+the liberty to request Mr. Cutts to leave you with <em>her</em>
+until I demand you. This settled, I proceed. Tell my
+good Mother not to be afraid. I am as anxious as herself
+to be settled at home. I am most tired of roving;
+it begins to grow cold, and I long for a comfortable fireside
+of my own. What a sweet circle! Octavia, my
+dear Husband, and myself; when we are alone we’ll
+read, and work like old times. I have spent a most delightful
+3 weeks at Ballston and Lebanon. We had a
+charming company at Ballston, danced a few nights after
+I wrote you, and I was complimented as Bride again.—Manager
+bro’t me No. 1,—quite time I was out of date.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Lebanon is delightful as ever; we have a small party,
+ride to see the Shakers, walk, and play at Billiards, work,
+read, or anything. Tell Mamma, Eunice Loring that
+was, is here,—she talks a great deal of my Mother and
+Aunt Porter, wants to see them very much, etc., etc.
+She is married to a <em>Mr. Neufville</em> of Carolina. She is
+much out of health, talks of going to England in the
+Spring. She wants to see you, as she says my Mother
+talk’d of naming you for <em>her</em>; she wishes she had, as she
+has no children. The box I mentioned was full of
+sugar things, toys for the children; two little fans—a
+little frock for a pattern, and another for Isabella’s children,
+The Children of the Abbey, and Caroline of Lichfield
+for Mamma,—all in a package together; a letter
+for Mrs. Coffin and several others. When we left New
+York Mr. Bowne sent it to a Commission Merchant
+who does business for several Portland people, and requested
+him to send it by the first vessel. As you
+haven’t received it, I suppose the fever which broke
+out immediately after induced him to shut up his store,
+or perhaps prevented any Portland vessel from coming
+near the City, and that it now lies in his store. Write
+me when you set out, and when ’tis probable you will
+be in New York; direct to New York, probably I shall
+be near New York in a fortnight. I have but a few
+moments to write as the stage passes the village at 11.
+You alarm me about Ellen; pray enquire particularly
+and tell me all; go to see yourself, and tell her I can
+imagine no reason why I have never received a line
+from her since I have been in New York,—nor Lucy
+Derby, neither Mrs. Coffin. I wrote to, but it seems
+she did not receive my letter; love to her and all
+Portland friends. I am expecting every day to hear
+Martha has arrived. My best love to Sister Boyd and
+husband. I wrote a line of congratulation to her, but
+that too is in the package. Adieu. I shall soon see
+you, and then we will talk what I have not time to
+write. My husband’s best love.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, October 23, 1803.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have waited till my patience is quite exhausted.
+What can have kept you so long in Boston? Mr.
+Bowne has been at the Stage Office a dozen times, and
+I have staid at home every forenoon this week to receive
+your ladyship. I expect to get to housekeeping
+next week; and am so busy. Mercy on me, what work
+this housekeeping makes! I am half crazed with sempstresses,
+waiters, chambermaids, and every thing else—calling
+to be hired, enquiring characters, such a fuss.
+I cannot possibly imagine why you are not here. I
+should have wrote immediately after receiving your
+letter, but Mr. Bowne was sure you would be here in
+less than a week. It is possible you may be in Boston
+to receive this; if not, you will be here or on the way.
+If you are troubled about a Protector, Mr. Bowne says
+there has been several <em>married</em> gentlemen come on lately,
+which if you had known of, would have been proper.
+Perhaps Mr. Davis may hear of some one. At any rate
+come as soon as possible, for I am very impatient to see
+you. My best love to Louisa; tell her I should be much
+delighted to see her in New York this winter, and my
+Husband frequently says he should like to have Mr.
+Davis’ family near us in New York. I am sure I should
+with all my heart. Say everything to Mr. and Mrs.
+Davis for me that bespeaks esteem.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Adieu. Yours always,</div>
+ <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Octavia Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Bloomingdale, Nov. 2, 1803.<a id='r66'></a><a href='#f66' class='c012'><sup>[66]</sup></a></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mr. Bowne has just bro’t me a letter from you in
+which you mention coming on with Mr. Wood. I am
+fearful my answer will arrive too late, as your letter has
+been written nearly a fortnight. At any rate, come on
+with Mr. Wood if he has not set out. You should not
+wait for an answer from me—I shall be ready to receive
+you at any time, at housekeeping or not. We go
+in town next Monday, every body is moving in; for the
+last 3 days there has been no death, and for 5 no new
+cases. If, unfortunately, Mr. Wood should have gone
+and you not accepted of his protection, come the very
+next opportunity without consulting me or waiting a
+moment. I hope to get to housekeeping very soon. We
+have just returned from Uncle’s, where we had been to
+meet Mr. and Mrs. Paine (Mrs. Doble) from Boston;
+she is less beautiful than I expected,—charming little
+daughter. I am more and more delighted with Aunt
+King, she is so unaffected, easy and ladylike. Margaret
+and Mr. Duncan married? I expect to hear still
+stranger things from Portland—now Ellen Foster is
+married. I <em>suppose</em> she is, tho’ I have not heard. I am
+hourly and impatiently expecting to hear from Martha.
+How unfortunate! What would I give to be nearer!
+Adieu: ’tis late; come as soon as possible. Give my love
+to all friends.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours affectionately,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Dec. 24, 1803.<a id='r67'></a><a href='#f67' class='c012'><sup>[67]</sup></a></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Eliza received a letter yesterday from you, where you
+say you have not received a letter from either of us a
+long time. I am really surprised at it, as I wrote you
+very frequently from Boston, and am determined to let
+you have a letter now every fortnight to let you know
+what we are doing and whether I am happy. I begin
+to feel quite at home and certainly never was happier in
+my life. It is true I sometimes sigh for home, but it is
+generally when I am in a crowd that I am most there
+in imagination. But when I am <em>here</em> and none but our
+own family, I have not a single wish ungratified. I am
+much more pleased with New York on every account
+than with Boston. As a City it is much superior, the
+situation is every way as delightful as possible. The
+inhabitants to me are <em>much more</em> pleasing, more ease,
+more sociability and elegance, yet not so ostentatious,—they
+dress with remarkable simplicity; and I think I
+could spend the winter here and not expend half the
+money that I must unavoidably do in Boston. There
+every one dresses, and a person would look singular not
+to conform; but here there is such a variety, and the
+most genteel people dress so plain that one never appears
+singular. To-morrow is Christmas and we dine at
+Uncle’s; he is a charming man, looks amazingly like you,
+so much so that I admire to look at him. She is a very
+affable, pleasing woman, and they both appear to be fond
+of Eliza. We were at a concert last evening; the most
+delightful music I ever heard. We wished for Horatio
+all the evening. There is not much gaiety, they tell me,
+till after the holydays, that is Christmas and New Year.
+We have been into no parties yet, but have made many
+sociable visits, which I very much admire. I am very
+much pleased with all the <em>friends</em> we have visited. Old
+Mrs. Bowne is a fine, motherly old lady; she treats Eliza
+with as much affection as an own mother,—they all appear
+to be very glad to see me, and I really feel sometimes
+as though I was at home; how I long to see you all!
+How is Arixene and Mary? How I want to see them!
+How is Papa this winter? Ah! if you were all here!
+But next spring we shall all be with you. I am afraid
+you are solitary—if you are, do, my Dear Mother, tell
+me, find any opportunity, and I’ll be with you as soon as
+you say,—depend on it, I shall never get so attached
+either to the inhabitants or the gaieties of New York,
+as to feel reluctant to return home; even in my happiest
+hours I think of the time with extreme pleasure. This
+family is the only thing that would root me to the spot,
+and there is a charm in that which nothing but home
+can equal. I have promised Eliza a page for you, so I
+suppose I must close. Give my best love to Father and
+the children, and believe me your affectionate child,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Octavia Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>Octavia has reserved me a page in her letter which I
+hasten to improve. I thank you, my Dear Mother, for
+yours, and beg you will often write me, now Octavia is
+with me and cannot tell me about home. I am at
+length settled at housekeeping very pleasantly, and do
+not find it such a tremendous undertaking. I have been
+fortunate in servants, which makes it much less troublesome;
+the house we have taken does not altogether
+please us, but at any time but May ’tis extremely difficult
+to get a house. In the Spring we shall be able to
+suit ourselves. Mr. Bowne wishes to build and is trying
+to find a lot that suits him,—if so, we shall build
+the next season. Almost everybody in New York hire
+houses, but I think it much pleasanter living in one’s
+own. I am more and more pleased with New York,
+there is more ease and sociability than I expected. I
+admire Uncle and Aunt more and more every day, and
+Mr. Bowne thinks there never was Uncle’s equal,—such
+a character as he had often imagined, though not
+supposed existed. I believe I shan’t go to the next Assembly;
+Octavia will go with Aunt King. You say Mr.
+Bowne must write you, and as a subject mention the
+dividends from the Insurance Office. In the Summer
+there was no dividend, no profits; the next dividend will
+be soon. Mr. Codman thinks there will be a tolerable
+one,—you shall hear as soon as it takes place; we have
+received nothing as yet. Uncle and Aunt always inquire
+particularly about you, and desire to be mentioned.
+Make my best love to all friends, kiss the children and
+tell them not to forget sister Eliza. I live in the hope
+of seeing you next Autumn—Heaven grant I may not
+be disappointed! Remember me with my best love to
+my Father and all the family. Adieu; write me soon,
+and believe me</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Robert Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, March.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Miranda:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have been talking of writing to you so long that I
+think it is quite time I should talk no longer, but act;
+but you should not have waited for me to write. You
+knew both Mr. Bowne and myself would have been very
+glad to have heard from you,—all about your school,
+your acquaintance, amusements or anything, and I have
+a thousand things to take up my attention that you have
+not. Do you return home this Spring? We shall find
+you at home when we come. I have got one or two
+trifles I want to send you, but can’t find an opportunity;
+there are so few people from our way come to New
+York, that ’tis very difficult to send anything. I hear
+a strange story about Isabella Porter: she is a silly little
+girl, and when she is older, will think she acted very
+foolishly,—one ought to know more of the world before
+she decides on a thing of so much importance; she is a
+mere baby and has seen nothing of life. Do you often
+hear of Caroline, Miranda? I feel anxious lest she
+should not conduct with as much discretion as she
+ought, as she never knew the blessing of having a kind,
+indulgent mother to watch over her and guard her from
+harm.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>When I was in Bethlehem last summer, I got some
+little caps such as the girls at school wear, and such as
+the sisters of members of the Society wear. I want to
+find an opportunity to send them to you. Did you ever
+read a description of Bethlehem? If you never did,
+you may find one in some of the Boston Magazines.
+We had a little book called a “Tour to Bethlehem,”
+which if I can find I will send you. It will give you a
+very correct idea of the place, society and customs.
+When I was there, there were 83 girls, from 4 to 16, at
+the school, from almost every part of the United States.
+They all wear these little caps tied with a pink ribbon,
+which looks very pretty where you see so many of them
+together,—they learn music, embroidery, and all the
+useful branches of education,—likewise to make artificial
+flowers and many little things of that kind. Do
+you ever attempt painting?—’tis a charming accomplishment,
+and if you have any taste for it, should certainly
+cultivate it. Write me soon, and tell me when you are
+going home and of anything else that interests you.
+Mr. Bowne often talks of you and now desires to be particularly
+remembered.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Adieu; remember me to any of my friends who enquire,
+and believe me</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate sister,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miranda Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Rockaway, August 24, 1804.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Girls:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I enclose you a piece of Mr. Blovell’s poetry on the
+Miss Broomes’ country seat at Bloomingdale; as you
+both know him, I think it will amuse you. I expect
+Eliza and Jane Watts down here in a few days and
+should be delighted if you could be here at the same
+time. I wrote to you, Octavia, on Monday last a long
+letter,—answer it soon and tell me how far you mean
+to comply with my proposals. I spent several days at
+Flushing last week; they all enquired very affectionately
+for you; but I don’t know but Miranda is your rival—she
+is a monstrous favorite among some of them. I believe
+Mary Murray is engaged and all matters settled.
+I met the Murrays and Mrs. Ogden at Miss Curtis’s;
+they came up from New York the same day we did from
+Rockaway,—very fortunate meeting them, for it rendered
+my visit doubly pleasant. ’Twas the season for
+peaches, we feasted finely. I shall attend to your memorandums
+as soon as possible. Give my best love to
+Horatio and Nabby, if I may be allowed to connect the
+names, and tell him my plan. Mr. Bowne says I must
+write another letter to urge it more strongly; it must
+be so.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours ever,</div>
+ <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>[New York, November 9th, 1804 (?).]</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have been in daily expectation of a letter from you
+ever since my return and none has yet come. I have
+not heard a word from Isabella, tho’ I have been very
+anxious. The trunks arrived yesterday with an old letter
+for me enclosed by Horatio in a <em>blank</em> cover, not a word
+to say how all the family did, particularly Isabella. We
+are still at our Mother’s, and shall probably remain a
+fortnight longer; the house would be ready in a few
+days, but we think it is too damp at present. Every
+body expected you back, for the Murrays had told most
+of our acquaintance you were to return with me. John
+and Hannah Murray came to see me the day after I
+arrived. John rattles as usual, talks much of getting
+married—his old tune, you know: he has completed his
+thirtieth year now since we have been gone; he says,
+“I begin to feel the approach of old age.” Mr. Newbold
+called to enquire particularly after your ladyship, and
+Mr. Rhinelander<a id='r68'></a><a href='#f68' class='c012'><sup>[68]</sup></a> spent last evening with us; I think
+he improves fast; he told me a deal of news. Miss
+Farquar and Mr. Jepson<a id='r69'></a><a href='#f69' class='c012'><sup>[69]</sup></a> were married last night, Miss
+Blackwell and Mr. Forbes, and one or two others.
+Rhinelander says half the girls in town are to be married
+before Spring. Maria Denning for one; and the
+world says Amelia and James Gillispie will certainly
+make a match,—that I was surprised at. Miss Bunner<a id='r70'></a><a href='#f70' class='c012'><sup>[70]</sup></a>
+and John Duer are married; Sally Duer is soon to be;
+and Fanny is positively engaged to Mr. Smith, whom
+you saw several times last winter, of Princeton. So
+you see all the girls are silly enough to give up their
+fine dancing days and become old matrons like myself.
+Mrs. Kane is in town; looks older, paler, and thinner.
+She has got a charming little girl,<a id='r71'></a><a href='#f71' class='c012'><sup>[71]</sup></a> fat and good-natured
+as possible. Mrs. Ogden stays out of town all winter.
+We are engaged at Mrs. Bogert’s this afternoon, but it
+storms so violently I believe I shan’t go. She regrets
+very much your not coming, and Lucia [Wadsworth] she
+would be delighted to have. Our things arrived yesterday,
+but are not out of the vessel yet. At present
+there is no gaiety, quite dull; there will be a revival
+soon, I suppose. Mr. Poinsett has been to see me
+several mornings; he goes on Monday to Carolina.
+Miss de Neufville spends the winter in New York with
+her Aunt Stowton. I meant to call on her this morning,
+but it was stormy. The few days I was in Boston
+I was constantly engaged. We dined at Sheriff Allen’s
+with a very large party,—Lady Temple,<a id='r72'></a><a href='#f72' class='c012'><sup>[72]</sup></a> Mrs. Winthrop
+and daughters, Mrs. Bowdoin, Mrs. G. Green,
+Mrs. Stouton and daughter, and many others,—about
+30; and we were at Mrs. G. Blake’s at a tea-party, she
+enquired particularly after you; she is a very fine
+woman I think. Our journey on was tolerably pleasant.
+We arrived before Uncle and Aunt. Eliza Watts told
+me she had a letter from you after I left home. Adieu;
+write me soon and tell me all the news. Give my best
+love to Father, Mother, and all the family. I am very
+well and grow fat; everybody says I am wonderfully
+improved. Write me soon.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours ever,</div>
+ <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span>
+<img src='images/i_255.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>THE BOWNE HOUSE—FLUSHING<br> <br> Erected 1661</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, July 30, 1804.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I received your letter, my Dearest Mother, three days
+since, and every moment of my time and attention
+since has been taken up with our dear Eliza. I am
+grieved that you are so low-spirited about her, tho’ as
+you predicted her trouble has again ended, I yet feel
+confident if we once get her home, that she will gain
+strength and do well. Her Physician has been in great
+hopes that she would get through this time without any
+difficulty, indeed the first week we were in the country
+she was so finely, that we all felt encouraged about her.
+She had been as prudent as possible, and she can’t with
+any reason reflect upon herself. The last week we
+were there she began to droop again, and Mr. Bowne
+brought her into town with an intention of carrying her
+to Flushing; now we shall set off for home as soon as
+she is strong enough to travel. I am astonished at her
+spirits, they are as good again as mine, and yet to-day
+she is so much better. I feel finely myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>She has had no pain, but only suffers from weakness.
+We shall go in three or four days to Flushing, which is
+a fine, bracing air, and stay there a few days till Eliza
+is smart enough to travel 10 miles a day. I place full
+confidence in this journey; I am sure that the change
+of air and scene, and more than all, the prospect of
+home, will render it truly beneficial. We are at Mr.
+Bowne’s mother’s, for we have shut our house up. She
+is a fine old lady, and Caroline is perfectly amiable and
+as attentive as possible. I am very glad we are here
+and in the neighborhood of Mrs. Bogert, for she is all
+goodness. I grow more and more anxious every hour
+to get home. The city is quite deserted, though it
+never was more healthy. There are as few deaths as
+there were in the winter. There has been two weeks
+of <em>very cool</em> weather. I go wandering about and see
+scarcely a face I know. I used to complain last winter
+of our large acquaintance, and having the house full of
+company, but now I exclaim out half a dozen times a
+day that “I wished I could see some one I knew.”
+There are gentlemen enough, but no ladies. Uncle and
+Aunt, I suppose, have nearly set out for Scarborough.
+I wish we were to be there whilst they are with you.
+You can have no idea how very anxious I am to return.
+Was I not so much occupied I should be positively
+<em>homesick</em>, but I have no time to <em>think</em> but upon one
+subject. Kiss the dear children for us <em>all</em>, for we are
+equally anxious to see you. Remember me very affectionately
+to Sister Boyd and to the children. Before I
+leave here I shall be in need of a little money. I won’t
+seal my letter to-night, but will write you how she is
+to-morrow.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>July 31.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I did not finish my letter this morning because Eliza
+did not feel as well as usual, but this afternoon she is
+better. She is in charming spirits and so very well
+that we are delighted. She gives her best love to you;
+says <em>she</em> don’t feel <em>at all</em> obliged to you for your wishes,
+and is determined not to join with you. The old lady
+desires to be remembered, and says,—“If thee was
+here, thee could do no more for thy child than we have.”
+Indeed she is the most tender, affectionate of women.
+My best love to my Father. We are in the full of
+seeing you soon. I shall not make it long before I
+write again.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours affectionately,</div>
+ <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>O. Southgate</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>June 3, 1805.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Octavia:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mamma arrived safe and well on Wednesday morning
+to our great joy, after having a pleasant passage from
+Newport, staying two days in Boston, two in Newport,
+and one in Providence. We are going to Uncle’s to
+dine to-day, and I can’t persuade Miranda to write a
+line to let you know Mamma had come,—company
+coming in every minute, and can but just steal a moment
+to write. Louise is with you,—I am more than
+half vexed that I am to be disappointed of the charming
+winter I had promised myself, with you and Louise to
+spend it with me, so you need not be surprised if I am
+rather ill-natured at times. The secret is out, and all
+your friends, beaux I mean, walk the other side of the
+street when I meet them. Mary Murray called this
+morning; seemed rather disappointed at not having a
+letter. Eliza Watts thanks you for the wedding-cake as
+well as myself. Give my best love to Louise as well as
+all my other friends. We go over into Jersey to-morrow,—E.
+Watts and Susan go with us,—John Wadsworth.
+I wish you could have been here while Mamma
+was. Adieu; write me soon, and expect a longer letter
+as soon as I can command a little more time.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S. Remember I don’t call this a <em>letter</em>, so no lectures
+on that head.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Jamaica, October 6, 1805.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am delighted, my Dear Octavia, to hear you are so
+finely, and the more so as I hear it from <em>yourself</em>. I did
+not so soon expect such fine effects from the new
+system of living; I am sure all will be well now. A
+wedding I suppose next, for I conclude from the melancholy
+pathos with which you say, you shall “neither
+have the independence of a married woman, nor of a
+single,” that you don’t mean to try the half-way being.
+However, let the man teaze if he will; do not
+think of being married until your health is perfectly
+confirmed,—I would not for the world. ’Tis so late
+in the season, ’tis not possible I can come to see
+you this fall, even tho’ there should be two weddings
+in November. And so you talk of spending the winter
+with me,—how you love to tantalize!—and wish
+me to give you the pleasure of refusing me. You
+know I should be delighted to have you, but you know
+you never mean to visit New York as Miss Southgate
+again. Somebody would put on a graver face than he
+did last fall on a like occasion, and as he had <em>as much
+influence</em> then as to counteract my wishes, I won’t subject
+myself to the mortification of another defeat now I
+know his power to be much greater. However I won’t
+ask, tho’ I shall be very happy to have you with me. As
+for news, you give me more than I can you. We have
+left Rockaway more than a week ago, still exiled from
+our home by this dreadful calamity. We are at lodgings
+in Jamaica, where we shall probably remain until
+’tis safe removing to the City. Uncle and Aunt,—Mr.
+and Mrs. Bogert,<a id='r73'></a><a href='#f73' class='c012'><sup>[73]</sup></a> have gone about 30 miles down the
+Island, sporting for <em>Grouse</em>, and return to Jamaica until
+we can all go in town. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers (Cruger
+that was) have taken a house in Jamaica during the
+fever; the next door to this I lodge in. Mr. and Mrs.
+Hayward<a id='r74'></a><a href='#f74' class='c012'><sup>[74]</sup></a> are with them, but leave here for Charleston
+this week. I am in there half of my time. We make a
+snug little party at <em>Brag</em> in the evening frequently, and
+work together mornings. Mr. Bowne goes to Greenwich,
+where all the business is transacted, on Mondays
+and Thursdays, but returns the same night, so I am
+but little alone. As to news—Miss Charlotte Manden
+Heard was married last week to a <em>gentleman</em> from <em>Demarara</em>,
+whom nobody knew she was engaged to until
+he came a few weeks since and they were married.
+John Murray, I believe, is at last really in love, tho’
+’tis not yet determined whether the lady smiles or not.
+A Miss Rogers from Baltimore, whom he met at the
+Springs,—a sweet interesting girl, ’tis said. Wolsey
+Rogers<a id='r75'></a><a href='#f75' class='c012'><sup>[75]</sup></a> and Harriet Clarke<a id='r76'></a><a href='#f76' class='c012'><sup>[76]</sup></a> were talked of as a match
+at the Springs. Mrs. Kane<a id='r77'></a><a href='#f77' class='c012'><sup>[77]</sup></a> staid at the Springs till she
+was so late she could not venture to ride to Providence
+with her Mother, and the fever kept her from New
+York, so was obliged to stop at Mrs. Gilbert Livingstone’s<a id='r78'></a><a href='#f78' class='c012'><sup>[78]</sup></a>—Mr.
+Kane’s sister—at Red Hook, until able
+to resume her journey home, which will probably be in
+November. Mrs. Fish<a id='r79'></a><a href='#f79' class='c012'><sup>[79]</sup></a> has a daughter; great joy on
+the occasion. Give my love to Cousin Pauline,<a id='r80'></a><a href='#f80' class='c012'><sup>[80]</sup></a> and
+tell her I congratulate her on the birth of her son.
+What do Mary<a id='r81'></a><a href='#f81' class='c012'><sup>[81]</sup></a> and Paulina call their boys—Nathaniel
+and Enoch? I hope not, never keep up such ugly
+names. Mr. B. says you must spend the winter with
+us,—he will come under bonds to somebody to return
+you safe. Give my best love to Sister Boyd, Horatio,
+and all the family at home. Has any progress been
+made in the new house? I am sorry to say I fear not—’tis
+pity,—I had almost said ’tis wrong. I am half
+mortified when I hear of any of my acquaintance visiting
+Portland,—’tis true, I declare,—tho’ Husband
+would scold me for saying so. Pappa is an affectionate
+Father, yet therein he acts not up to his character. I
+must check my pen—I am too much interested in
+this subject. Adieu; make my compliments to all acquaintances
+and write me again soon. Love to Miranda—tell
+her Mrs. Bogert talks much of her, and remind
+her from me of Aunt’s sleeves; are they finished?—if
+they are, I hope she will send them by Mrs. McKersen.
+I am working me a beautiful dress,—it will be when
+’tis done. By-the-by, any purchases for the coming
+occasion will be executed with pleasure. Give my best
+love to (sister I had almost said) Nabby,<a id='r82'></a><a href='#f82' class='c012'><sup>[82]</sup></a> and tell her
+I shall feel myself flattered by any commission she will
+give me either in clothes or furniture; do away her
+modesty in this thing, if you think I can be of any service
+in that way, for I assure you ’twill gratify me. Tell
+Horatio<a href='#f82' class='c012'><sup>[82]</sup></a> I am impatient to thank him for giving so
+pleasant an acquisition to our family, but I could do it
+more heartily in person in New York, if so I might be
+indulged. Since you won’t be honest and tell the truth,
+I won’t tell you what I’ll say to you. Do ask Papa if
+he could send us 6 or 8 barrels of potatoes, there is like
+to be a great scarcity in New York; put them in the
+hold of the vessel or anywhere. Col. Barclay has sent
+to Nova Scotia for a vessel load,—a housekeeper—</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>What a romantic conclusion.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; E. B.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Nov. 10, 1805.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Horatio is really married then; and we not married;
+and I suppose the next account your ladyship will be
+added to the list. How swimmingly you all go on! What
+a tremendous <em>marrying</em> place Portland is. New Yorkers
+don’t marry—sad sett of them. I am half angry to
+think you are marrying in such an out-of-the-way season,
+that ’tis impossible any one can come to see you.
+However, I hope to come early in the summer, if nothing
+happens to prevent, and spend 3 or 4 months. I
+shall have so many new relations that ’twill be necessary
+to come often to keep an account. Robert Murray<a id='r83'></a><a href='#f83' class='c012'><sup>[83]</sup></a>
+came home quite delighted with his eastern visit, but
+disappointed at seeing so little of Miranda. What has
+been the matter with her, any thing more than a heavy
+cold? I wish she was here with all my heart. I am
+quite alone and require a companion more than ever,
+but I suppose Mamma could not hear of that. I wish
+Arixene and Mary could have found a good opportunity
+to come this fall, and we could take them home in the
+summer,—but I suppose I must be content. We have
+been in town since the 31st of October, the day your
+letter was dated; it has been a long time in coming. I
+got it only last evening. Mr. Bowne had found out
+Capt. Libby, and we were preparing to send the sheeting
+and diaper by him; he sails the last of the week;
+the other things you wish we will send as many as can
+be procured before the vessel sails, but ’twill be impossible
+to get any <em>plate made</em> to send for several weeks,—we
+will order it immediately, and as it will not be bulky,
+there will probably be no difficulty in finding a conveyance.
+We made a sketch of the articles you wished
+and of the pieces, which cannot be very incorrect, as I
+took them all from our own furniture book, and we calculated
+that the whole of Mamma’s plate and another
+suit of curtains for Nabby included would come at about
+400 dollars. Mr. B. has 340 in his hands of Pappa’s,
+about the sum that would buy all the things but Mamma’s
+plate and Nabby’s curtains; however, that makes
+not the least difference to Mr. Bowne, as he desires me to
+say he shall execute the commissions with great pleasure,
+and ’twill be no inconvenience to him to purchase the
+other articles, and I merely mentioned it as I did not
+know that you knew the real sum in Mr. Bowne’s hands.
+’Tis very lucky there is so direct an opportunity to Scarborough;
+we shall endeavor to send as many things as
+possible. Shopping at present is a prohibited pleasure
+to me, but as all the things can be better procured at
+wholesale stores, and my husband has both a great deal
+of taste and judgment in those things, and makes better
+bargains than I do, you will be no sufferer by the loss
+of my services in that,—and I can have anything sent
+to me to look at, and therefore ’tis quite as well as if I
+went for them. I don’t mean you shall understand because
+I don’t go shopping that I am confined to the
+house. On the contrary, I am much better than could
+be expected and hope with care to do very well. I shall
+go out very little until the middle or last of the winter,
+when I hope, if I continue well, to be most as smart as
+other people. My husband does not allow me to go
+into a shop. I laugh at him and tell him I don’t believe
+but the health of his <em>purse</em> is <em>one-half</em> his concern—a
+fine excuse. Mrs. Bogert is in expectation of seeing
+Lucia Wadsworth when the General comes on. I
+have been confined to the house with a severe cold
+since Thursday,—Friday and Saturday was quite sick,
+and to-day feel unfit for anything almost but my bed.
+Adieu; my best love to all the family. You mentioned
+nothing of the Cypher on the Plate: O. S. or B.—or
+your crest, or William’s crest, if you can find them out,—I
+suppose we could here,—or what? Mamma’s I
+suppose will be S. only. I have a great mind to tell
+you what a saucy thing my husband said on your anxiety—that
+the bowls and edges of the spoons should
+not be sharp; but I leave you to guess, or if you can’t,
+perhaps William may help you to an explanation.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Adieu. Yours ever,</div>
+ <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Octavia Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>November 14, 1805.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Capt. Libby sails to-morrow; we have got as many
+things as possible. There is not a piece of embossed
+Buff in New York, nor of plain either, there is not more
+than 2 pair alike, therefore I have done nothing about
+the trimmings. I fancy Boston is a better place for
+those things than New York. The most fashionable
+beds have draperies the same as my dimity window curtains.
+However, if you think best I will look farther,
+and perhaps there will be something new open in a
+week or two. There is but one barrel urn in the city.
+Mr. B. was two days in pursuit of one; he purchased
+this and sent it back: ’twas brown, and no plate on it
+except the nose. I can get you one like mine for $25.
+Let me know immediately respecting these things.
+Yesterday the Silversmith came for instructions respecting
+the plate, and bro’t patterns for me to look at. I
+ordered a set of tea-things for Mamma the same as
+mine; I think them handsomer than any I see. The man
+is to send me some patterns to look at which he thinks
+are similar to your description. On the next page I will
+make a list of the goods and pieces copied from the bills.</p>
+
+<table class='table1'>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>1</td>
+ <td class='c006'>piece Irish sheeting, 48 yards, at 5</td>
+ <td class='c008'>$30.00</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>1</td>
+ <td class='c006'>piece Irish sheeting, 55 yards, at 6/6</td>
+ <td class='c008'>44.69</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>6</td>
+ <td class='c006'>yards Fine Linen, at 7/6</td>
+ <td class='c008'>5.62</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>12</td>
+ <td class='c006'>Damask Napkins, at 8</td>
+ <td class='c008'>12.00</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>1</td>
+ <td class='c006'>piece fine Diaper 27 yards, at 5/6</td>
+ <td class='c008'>18.56</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>2</td>
+ <td class='c006'>Breakfast Cloths, at 14</td>
+ <td class='c008'>3.50</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>1</td>
+ <td class='c006'>plated Castor best kind,</td>
+ <td class='c008'>12.00</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>1</td>
+ <td class='c006'>plated Cake Basket silver rims,</td>
+ <td class='c008'>18.00</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>2</td>
+ <td class='c006'>Pearl tea-pots, 2.25; 1 Trunk, 2.50</td>
+ <td class='c008'>4.75</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c008'><hr></td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td class='c021'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c006'>&#160;</td>
+ <td class='c008'>$149.12</td>
+ </tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class='c011'>The sheeting is quite as cheap as mine, the fine I like
+very much and think it quite a bargain. The Diaper is
+not quite so cheap as mine, but it has risen; the tablecloths
+are cheap, the linen is high I think. The Cake
+Basket is very cheap, $2 cheaper than mine, and rather
+handsomer I think. I could get no crimson marking,
+but send you a few skeins of cotton which I procured
+with much difficulty. The napkins are not the kind I
+wished, but there was none of those excepting at 2
+places, and they were 18/–22/ a piece. I thought
+these pretty and would answer your purpose. I enclose
+the marking cotton and the key of the trunk. Adieu.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours ever, <span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>P. S. The bills are in Miranda’s book in the trunk.</p>
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>
+<img src='images/i_272.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>JAMES GORE KING<br> <br> From a miniature in the possession of A. Gracie King, Esq.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Jan. 14, 1806.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My dear Miranda:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mr. Abbot is here from Brunswick and will take a
+letter for me to any of my friends. I should not have
+been surprised any more to have seen the cupola of the
+college itself walk into the room than I was to see Mr.
+Abbot, I could hardly believe my eyes; but I could not
+but <em>know</em> him, as I know nobody like him: he always
+seems like a frightened bird—so hurried in his manner
+and conversation. How much he looked like some
+of Timothy Dexter’s wooden men—at commencement
+last year; it came across my mind while he was sitting
+by me yesterday,—’twas well I was alone, or I should
+have certainly laughed. Frederic,<a id='r84'></a><a href='#f84' class='c012'><sup>[84]</sup></a> I suppose, is at
+home, tho’ Mr. A. could not tell me. John<a id='r85'></a><a href='#f85' class='c012'><sup>[85]</sup></a> and Charles
+King have some thought of going to Portland. I have
+told them they had better go some other time, as they
+will find Portland so dull and none of you in quite so
+good spirits. James is here and they return with him.
+You ask about Jane Watts—nobody sees her, she is
+entirely confined to her room. Doctor Burchea attends
+her now; her cough they think a little better,
+but she is not able to sleep at all without laudanum.
+I have no expectation she will recover, the family seem
+to have.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As to news—New York is not so gay as last Winter,
+few balls but a great many tea-parties. I believe I told
+you Mrs. Gillespie<a id='r86'></a><a href='#f86' class='c012'><sup>[86]</sup></a> has a daughter, and still more news.
+You never wrote me anything about the muslin for
+Arixene to work her a frock, ’tis so good an opportunity
+to send it that I have a great mind to get it notwithstanding.
+If you can, send the things I left to Louisa
+Davis in Boston. John and Charles would bring them
+on to me. Walter<a id='r87'></a><a href='#f87' class='c012'><sup>[87]</sup></a> will want the shirts as soon as the
+weather becomes warm. You say I have said nothing
+of Walter in any of my letters; he is so hearty and well
+I hardly thought of him when I wrote; he has not had a
+day’s sickness since I returned. I send him out walking
+frequently when ’tis so cold it quite makes the tears
+come; he trudges along with leading very well in the
+street, he never takes cold. He goes to bed at 6
+o’clock, away in the room in the third story you used to
+sleep in, without fire or candle, and there he sleeps till
+Phœbe goes to bed to him. You know I am a great
+enemy to letting children sleep with a fire in the room;
+’tis the universal practice here, and as long as I can
+avoid it I never mean to practice it; it subjects them to
+constant colds. They think I am very severe to suffer
+such a child to be put in the third story to sleep without
+a fire. I presume Aunt King and family are all
+well; they are going to have a fine <em>waffle</em> party on
+Tuesday. I wish you were here to go, for the boys want
+to have a fine frolic. Kitty Bayard<a id='r88'></a><a href='#f88' class='c012'><sup>[88]</sup></a> is to be married in
+April to Duncan Campbell; all engaged since Wolsey
+and Susan were married. Mary Watts<a id='r89'></a><a href='#f89' class='c012'><sup>[89]</sup></a> is engaged to
+the big Doctor Romaine,—that is quite a surprise to
+every one: this is rumor. And now I have written all
+the trifling, I come to what is nearer my heart. You
+are not half particular enough about Octavia. Does
+Isabella live in the same house she did when we were
+there? Has Octavia nobody with her to take care of
+her child? I am very glad to hear they are so cheerful.
+Pappa you say has been sick but is quite recovered.
+How is Mamma this winter, quite recovered her
+health?</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Adieu.&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; E. S. B.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Feb. 15.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And so I must hear of all the important events of the
+family from anybody who casually may have it in their
+power to communicate them. Horatio has a fine son, I
+hear, of which I am very glad; congratulate them for
+me—do they mean to call him the same name as their
+other little boy? I suppose you have heard from John
+and Charles King<a id='r90'></a><a href='#f90' class='c012'><sup>[90]</sup></a> since they have been in Boston. If
+you would send the little bundle for them to bring on I
+should be very glad, and I wish you to get me 3 pr. of
+Mr. Smith’s little white worsted socks, such as I bo’t for
+Walter, only two or three sizes larger, big enough for
+him next winter,—don’t neglect it, for I wish for them
+very much. Let them be full large for a child 3 years
+old. How are all the family? Octavia, I don’t hear
+from anybody; you ought to write once a fortnight certainly.
+Poor Jane Watts is very low, confined to her
+bed,—I fear she will never go out again. Adieu; love
+to all. This is my second letter since I heard from you.
+I write more particularly that you may send those
+things by the boys.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours ever, E. S. B.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mrs. Octavia Browne.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, March 30, 1806.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am most impatiently looking for Miranda and hoping,
+tho’ I dare not place too much dependence on seeing
+my Father. I am better than when I wrote you
+before, tho’ still subject to these faint turns. I have become
+more used to them and they don’t alarm me. I
+ride frequently and take the air every fine day in some
+way or other. I have been free from a return of the
+nervous headache for a fortnight, till the night before
+last I had a return of the numbness and pain, tho’ not
+so severe as the last. I have a very good appetite and
+look very fat and rosy, but really am very weak and languid.
+I don’t know why I look so much better than I
+feel. Mary Murray is to be married a week from next
+Wednesday; she is very desirous that Miranda should
+get here; I really hope she may. Perhaps I may get
+courage enough to go myself if she comes in time,
+otherwise I don’t believe I shall venture; however, ’twill
+depend upon my feelings at the time. I shall look out
+the last of the week for Pappa and Miranda very seriously.
+I hope they are on their way now. Uncle’s
+oldest son, John Alsop, arrived here about a week since;
+he seems a very fine young man, rather taller than his
+Father,—he will be a second Uncle William, for he
+does not appear to have half got his height. Charles
+King has gone to Holland.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>E. S. B.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Mrs. Mary Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>
+<img src='images/i_280.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic001'>
+<p>CHARLES KING<br> <br> From a miniature in the possession of his daughter, Mrs. Martin</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, April 27, 1806.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Before you receive this my Father will be with you.
+He says I need not fear any thing, that I am in a very
+fair way of doing well; he will tell you all the particulars
+better than I could write. He got quite homesick,
+we could not prevail on him to lengthen his visit or go
+to the Springs and return here. I promised to let you
+hear from me once a week how I got along. For the
+last 3 days I have been finely, for me; the fore part of
+the day I am often very faint—all the forenoon, but
+generally better towards evening. ’Tis a great comfort
+to me to have Miranda with me, as I am a great part of
+the time unfit for anything. My head has been much
+more clear and comfortable for the last few days than
+for some time past. Tell Father there was a meeting
+called last evening of the Federalists in the city, to
+make some further remonstrances on the defenceless
+state of the Port of New York, occasioned by an accident
+that has set the whole City in an uproar. There
+are 3 British Frigates at the Hook, a few miles from the
+City, that fire upon all the vessels that come in or go
+out, and search them. They have sent several on to
+Halifax, and yesterday they fired in a most wanton manner
+upon a little coaster that was entering the harbor
+with only three men on board, and before they had time
+to come to as they were preparing to do, they fired
+again, and killed one of the men dead upon the spot,—he
+was brought up and the body exposed to view on one
+of the wharves, where several thousand people were collected
+to see it,—it put the City in great confusion, and
+this meeting was called in consequence—where Uncle
+made a very elegant speech. I am very sorry Father
+had not been here, it would have gratified him. ’Tis
+the first time he has spoken in public since his return
+to this Country. The British Consul had sent several
+boats of provisions down to the frigates—which as
+soon as ’twas known the Pilot-boats went after and
+brought them all back,—they were loaded upon carts
+and carried in procession thro’ the streets to the poor
+house, attended by a prodigious mob—huzzaing, and the
+English and American colors fixed on the carts; they
+demanded the Commander of the frigate to be given up
+as a murderer by the British Consul,—he replied he
+had no power over him. It has made a prodigious noise
+in the City, as you may imagine. So much for Father;—I
+shall expect to hear to-morrow when he got to
+Providence. Adieu, my dear Mother.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ever your affectionate <span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>May 18.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>By way of punishment, if it is any, I have denied myself
+the pleasure of answering your letter till I thought
+you would begin really to wish for a letter. However,
+I quite want to hear again, and as there is little hope of
+that until I answer yours, I’ll e’en set about it at once.
+William Weeks told me he saw you in Portland the day
+before he left there. I wonder he did not tell you he
+was coming to New York. Mr. Isaac McLellan is here
+too from Portland. You did not write to me half particulars;
+you said nothing about Arixene.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Sunday, May 25, 1806.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>After a week has elapsed I resume my pen to finish
+my letter. I was expecting Mr. Isaac McLellan to call
+and let me know when he should return, as I intended
+writing by him, but he has left town without my knowing
+it. Now for news, which I suppose you are very
+anxious to hear. In the first place—Miss Laurelia
+Dashaway is married to Mr. Hawkes. On Saturday
+morning, 8 o’clock, Trinity Church was opened on purpose
+for the occasion; something singular, as it would
+not be like Miss Laurelia. But what do you think—Mr.
+Grellet has taken French leave of New York—sailed
+for France about a fortnight ago, without anybody’s
+knowing their intention till they were gone.
+There are many conjectures upon the occasion not very
+favorable to the state of their finances. ’Tis said his
+friends were very averse to her going with him. If she
+had not, I suspect she must have sympathized with
+Madame Jerome Buonoparte and many other poor Madames
+that have founded their hopes on the fidelity of a
+Frenchman. Poor Mrs. Ogden has another little petticoated
+little John Murray—4 daughters!—I am sorry
+it was not a boy. What should you think to see me
+come home without Mr. Bowne? I strongly fear he
+won’t have it in his power to leave the office more than
+once in the Season; if so, I would much prefer him to
+come for me in the Autumn. However, we have made
+no arrangements yet. Walter grows such a playful little
+rogue, he is always in mischief; I am just leaving off
+his caps; I want his hair to grow before his Grandmamma
+sees him; he won’t look so pretty without his
+caps. He creeps so much I find it impossible to keep
+him so nice as I used to. Poor Harriet Beam I think
+is going rapidly in a decline, she has been confined to
+her room 5 or 6 weeks. I have not seen the Wattses
+this some time; they are gone to Passaic Falls with a
+little party,—Maria Laight, Mr. Delort, Robert Harney,
+etc. My love to all; write me soon particularly. I hope
+soon to be with you. How is Sister Boyd’s infant?</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours ever,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Miranda Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Nov. 8, 1806.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dear Octavia:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I am quite anxious to hear good news from you.
+Miranda has been in Jamaica this fortnight; she has
+taken a frock and cap along with her to work for you;
+I hope she will have it finished when she returns.
+Maria Denning is married, and William Duer has returned
+to New Orleans; left her with her friends for
+the winter. Amelia was married to Mr. Gillespie in
+the spring; lives at home yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Miss Pell was married last week to Robert MacComb;
+they are making a prodigious dash. I went to
+pay the bride’s visit on Friday; they had an elegant
+ball and supper in the evening, as it was the last day of
+seeing Company; 7 brides-maids and 7 Bride-men, most
+superb dresses; the bride’s pearls cost 1,500 dollars;
+they spend the winter in Charleston. Adieu! Love
+to all friends, and tell your husband to write me immediately
+after this great event. I am looking forward
+to a happy summer spent among you. Best love to
+Isabella and family, Horatio and family. How is
+Robert Southgate junr.? That is as it ought to be.
+Pappa is pleased I dare say.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Yours ever,</div>
+ <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My Dear Mother:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I find it quite in vain to wait for a letter from
+Miranda, and she has left me to chance and uncertainty
+to know whether she has ever arrived at Providence,
+but luckily, from constant enquiries, I have learnt she
+did arrive safe, and from some other accidental information,
+that she was to leave Boston last Thursday for
+home, with Judge Thatcher. I presume by this she is
+with you. As the Spring opens I begin to look forward
+to my Eastern visit. Octavia’s boy is as beautiful as a
+cherub, I hear.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Saturday, 18th.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miranda:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Mrs. Derby has returned from Philadelphia, and intends
+leaving here for Boston on Tuesday. She spent
+a long sociable day with me yesterday and I found it
+quite a treat; I have seen so little of her but in mix’t
+parties that it hardly seems like a visit. She is almost
+worn out with dissipation, and I greatly fear her constitution
+has suffered an injury from this kind of life it
+will never recover. She has absolutely refused all invitations
+since her return, and means to rest for a few
+days while she remains here; she takes one of our
+<em>belles</em> on to Boston with her,—Miss Fairlie;<a id='r91'></a><a href='#f91' class='c012'><sup>[91]</sup></a> Miranda
+knows her. Martha had a letter from Mrs. Sumner
+yesterday, where she mentions Miranda leaving there
+for home the Sunday before with Mr. and Mrs. Kinsman;
+I am really hurt at her unaccountable silence. I
+promised to tell her all the news and account of all
+the parties after she left me, but I was quite provoked
+at her not writing. Tell her, however, that there
+seems no end to the gaiety this Spring; it does not
+abate as yet at all. The day after she left me I paid
+the bride’s visit to young Mrs. Murray; there was a
+prodigious crowd, a hundred and fifty at least, and
+many never sat down at all. Madame Moreau<a id='r92'></a><a href='#f92' class='c012'><sup>[92]</sup></a> wore
+a long black velvet dress with Pearl ornaments, looking
+elegantly. The next day I dined at Uncle Rufus
+King’s with company; on Tuesday following, went
+to a ball at Mrs. Stevens’;<a id='r93'></a><a href='#f93' class='c012'><sup>[93]</sup></a> next day, a ball at Miss
+Murray’s, very pleasant; they very much regretted her
+not being here; she was intended to be one of the
+Bridesmaids; and the day after the last Assembly, as
+you may suppose, was completely tired dancing three
+nights in succession. Last Friday I was at a ball at
+the Watts’s, and the week before at Miss Lyde’s<a id='r94'></a><a href='#f94' class='c012'><sup>[94]</sup></a> to a
+ball, and Mrs. Turnbull’s to a monstrous tea-party.
+Yesterday at Mrs. Morris’. On Monday next Aunt
+King has a very large party. On Tuesday I go to Mrs.
+Stoughton’s, on Thursday to Mrs. Hopkins’, and on
+Friday dine at Mrs. Bogert’s, and this evening to Mrs.
+Henderson’s to a <em>ball</em>. I think it will be one of the
+most elegant we have had this winter. I wish Miranda
+was here,—so much for Miranda. Adieu! I have
+promised to go shopping with Mrs. Derby this morning
+and ’tis growing late. I look forward with delight to
+the approaching summer spent amidst all my family.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Give my affectionate regard to all.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ever yours,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Dec. 1, 1807.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>You won’t write a line I find without a punctual answer,
+letter for letter. Could not you make any allowance
+for domestic engagements, etc., etc., and write me
+at present two for one, or were you afraid of the precedent;
+I might claim as a right hereafter what I owed
+merely to your indulgence. I have anxiously wished to
+hear again from little William Brown, for, notwithstanding
+your flattering accounts of his returning health, I felt
+so fully persuaded he would never recover that I could
+not but think he would relapse again. How happy I
+shall be to hear that my fears are groundless! If you
+have not written again before this reaches you, lose no
+time but write at once. I do not write to Octavia till I
+know whether she is in Boston or Portland. You must
+make it a rule, Miranda, to write me once a fortnight
+whether I answer or not. Charles King will tell you all
+the news of the fashionable world. I have been in no
+parties yet. The Theatre is quite the rage. I have
+been several times,—you have no idea how much it is
+improved, entirely altered,—looks light and gay,—a
+perfect contrast to its former appearance. Cooper
+draws crowded houses every night—I have been much
+delighted. Mr. Wolsey Rogers’ approaching nuptials
+seem anticipated as the opening of the winter campaign;
+of course the event is much talked of, not a mantua-maker
+in the city but will tell you some particulars of
+the bride’s wardrobe,—length of her train, etc., etc.;—a
+fine lady here, as Mustapha says, is estimated by the
+length of her tail. If it was not for using a most homely
+proverb, I would say “Every dog has his day.” Here
+was our friend John Murray and his bride last winter,
+making all ring; this winter quietly settled in Nassau
+St., just what I call comfortable, (you have not seen this
+new play about <em>comfortable</em>.) Poor Sterlitz, who has
+no way to discover his taste or judgment but by finding
+fault with everything, seems quite in a <em>fuze</em> (is there
+such a word?) that Mr. Murray prefers his own comfort
+to dashing in high style. I suppose, Mrs. B. begins
+to feel all the palpitations and trepidations of a doating
+anxious mother in introducing her favorite daughter to
+the world. The next winter is the all-important era for
+the exhibition. Miss A., in my opinion, will make a
+little coquette—the bud seems expanding even now,—that
+extreme simplicity, which her mother encouraged
+by always talking of it before her, as if she was too
+young to understand, is now changing for an affectation
+of simplicity. I hope she will correct it; time will convince
+her that simplicity is only charming in inexperienced
+youth, or rather the kind of simplicity which
+she possesses. There <em>is</em> a simplicity which gives a softness,
+a <em>tone</em> (as a painter would say) to the whole character,
+but it springs uncontaminated from the guileless
+purity of the mind; all affectation of this serves but
+as a tattered veil thro’ which you constantly penetrate
+to the original deformity—Where have I rambled?
+Poor Mrs. Greene is dangerously ill, her friends have
+little hope of her recovery. On Saturday she was not
+expected to live the day,—bled several quarts at the
+lungs; she is a favorite with all who know her, a most
+valuable woman. On business:—Mamma told me
+something about getting muslin for Arixene—a frock to
+work, but I have forgotten whether she afterwards told
+me to get it or not. I can get very pretty for 2 dollars
+or 2 1–2; let me know. Tell Octavia I received the
+little hat which Mr. Browne bo’t for me in Boston, and
+shall send the little <em>tub</em> and the rest of the money, as
+soon as I know she is in Boston. Fashions:—Ladies
+wear fawn-colored coats and bonnets of the same
+trimmed with velvet trimming, same color with lappets,
+cape and inner waistcoat. If I could find an opportunity
+I should send you a bonnet and Mamma a cap.
+Adieu,—tell Arixene to write to me. James King
+writes to Charles King he liked Arixene best of all the
+Cousins.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Miss Miranda Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Dec. 13, 1807.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have been waiting some time to hear you were in
+Boston, but as I have not heard from any of the family
+for some weeks I shall write you and direct to Portland.
+I am rejoiced to hear that little William continues to
+recover fast, for Mrs. Derby writes me still later than
+Miranda that he is almost recovered. How happy you
+must feel! None but those who have suffered the anxiety
+can conceive the happiness of such a change. I
+don’t hear half often enough from you. Miranda writes
+but seldom. Charles King told me last evening, in his
+last letter from her she says she is going to spend part
+of the winter in Boston with you,—from that I conclude
+you intend going to housekeeping before Spring.
+I have been making a plan for you to make me a visit
+next Spring. I think there can be no objection to it;
+your husband can make arrangements to leave Boston
+for a month or a few weeks, I am sure. The accommodations
+in the stage to Providence are so good, you can
+go in half a day—take passage in a Packet and be in
+New York in three days with ease. You can either
+bring William with you, which I should wish you to, or
+leave him if you prefer it. Indeed I can see no objection
+to the plan. Your friends in New York have made
+particular enquiries respecting you. Mary Murray says
+you have quite given her up, that she has not received
+a line from you for some time—I don’t remember how
+long. I believe I told you Mrs. Ogden had lost her
+youngest child, about 5 months old. Harriet Beam,
+whom I believe you knew, died last week,—melancholy,
+so young. Mrs. Derby writes me her Father is
+still far from strong and firm, tho’ much better; very
+probable his constitution will never entirely recover this
+shock. I am much obliged to Mr. Browne for purchasing
+the little hat for Walter. It was not the kind I meant,
+however,—those here are worn only by girls, square
+crowns altogether for boys. Give my best love to Horatio
+and Nabby, Isabella and husband, Arixene—I
+want to send her a pattern to work a frock in; I have a
+very pretty one, with but little work on. Adieu; write
+me very particularly about William.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mrs. Wm. Browne (Octavia Southgate).</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Jan. 13, 1808.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have been in daily expectation of hearing farther
+from you, my dear Miranda. I received a letter from
+Octavia by the same mail that brought me yours, informing
+me of the melancholy change in their prospects,
+which I answered immediately and used every argument
+I thought could console her at such a time. Her firmness
+and resolution in relating the particulars, her reasoning
+on the subject, displayed the real superiority of
+her mind. She has had severe trials; the danger of her
+child, and now this stroke; I tremble when I think with
+how much less firmness I should probably have acted
+in the same trials. I am extremely anxious to hear all
+the particulars of their failure, how Mr. Browne bears it,
+where they will spend their winter. I wish with all my
+heart Octavia and her child would come and stay with
+me until Mr. Browne could arrange his affairs a little.
+But I suppose ’twould be in vain to urge her to leave
+her husband at this time. You mention that you were
+in hopes Papa would secure Octavia’s furniture for her.
+I wish you would write me particularly if he did. Octavia
+writes me he attached all the personal property he
+knew of at the time. Pappa too I fear will be quite a
+sufferer by their failure. I hear Webster is gone,—he,
+I think, had money of my Father’s. Mr. Bowne has always
+thought he played rather a hazardous game in letting
+out money in that way. I hope he is not materially
+injured,—he will, at any rate, have the consolation
+to know that the education of his children is principally
+accomplished; he will always have enough to live with
+comfort and ease, and as to leaving a great deal, I think
+’tis very immaterial. I am glad to find his stock here
+has produced a very good dividend this month. I hope
+this won’t depress his spirits any,—old people feel the
+loss of property much more than younger ones. However,
+Papa’s is nothing to mention at these times, as he
+is not in debt, has a good farm, and will always have all
+the comforts of life; indeed, I think ’twill have a good
+effect. He has always been determined on leaving such
+a sum untouched, and from that darling object has deprived
+himself of the comfort of a comfortable house for
+many years past. Accident has interfered with the fulfilment
+of his plan; he will now enjoy what he has left
+without thinking of leaving just so much; his children
+are, or soon will be grown up, and he ought to have no
+other care but to enjoy what he has dearly earned, now
+in his old age. I am sure all his children most heartily
+wish it, if he should not leave a farthing for them. Old
+Mr. Codwise has failed, a dreadful thing for so old a
+man. Mr. Macomb [Ann and Robert’s father] is gone
+too; all the Franklins too, and a great many others I
+do not now recollect. Adieu; write me immediately and
+tell me every particular. My love to Arixene; is she at
+Miss Martin’s, for I have never heard?</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>E. S. Bowne.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Miss Miranda Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Boston, December 21, 1808.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>My best Friends:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>In consequence of a letter from Mr. Bowne, received
+this day, I have to inform you that instead of proceeding
+to Scarborough, my next journey is to New York.
+He writes me that by the advice of Mr. King they have
+concluded it will be best for Eliza to go to Charleston,
+South Carolina, in order to avoid the severity of our
+winter; that he is under the necessity of remaining in
+New York till February himself, and that he wishes me
+to return and go on with Eliza and Octavia as soon as I
+can. As I have nothing of consequence to prevent me,
+I shall leave this in a day or two for New York, and
+shall be fully satisfied if I can render them the least service
+by my attentions. With sentiments of the highest
+esteem and regard,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>I am your obedient servant&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>W. Browne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. and Mrs. Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Dec. 27, 1808.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>You are anxious, my Dear Mother, to hear from my
+own hand how I am. Octavia has told you all my complaints:
+my cough is extremely obstinate, I have occasionally
+a little fever, tho’ quite irregular and sometimes
+a week without any. I have a new Physician to attend
+me; he is a Frenchman of great celebrity, particularly
+in Pulmonary complaints, and has been wonderfully successful
+in the cure of coughs; he keeps me on a milk
+diet, but allows me to eat eggs and oysters. He does
+not give any opiates; Paregoric and Laudanum he entirely
+disapproves of; he gives no medicine but a decoction
+of Roots and Flowers;—the <em>Iceland Moss</em> or <em>Lichen</em>
+made in a tea he gives a great deal of, and for cough I
+take a white Pectoral lotion he calls it, made principally
+of White Almonds, Gum Arabic, Gum Tragacanth
+(or something like it), the Syrup of Muskmelon seeds.
+He thinks I am much better already. I have no pain
+at all, and have not had any. My cough seems to be all
+my disorder. He thinks he can cure that; indeed he
+speaks with perfect confidence, and says he has no doubt
+as soon as I get to warmer weather, my cough will soon
+leave me. Mr. Browne got here last night, and we shall
+probably sail by Sunday at farthest. Octavia will write
+particularly. You will hear from me, my Dear Mother,
+often,—at present my mind seems so occupied; leaving
+my children, preparing to go, and making arrangements
+to shut up my house. ’Tis quite a trial to leave my little
+ones; I leave them at their Grandmother’s. My little
+Mary<a id='r95'></a><a href='#f95' class='c012'><sup>[95]</sup></a> has a wet-nurse; she is a fine, lively child, and
+thrives fast. Adieu, my Dear Mother; I did not think I
+could have written half as much; love to all my friends.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza S. Bowne.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Charleston, South Carolina, Jan. 1, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Our most esteemed Friends:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We have now been in the City a week. We find that
+Eliza has gained a little strength since she arrived, and
+that her cough is not quite so distressing as before we
+left New York. She complains of no pain, but her fever
+and night sweats continue to trouble her every other
+day and night, as was the case before. She can walk
+about her room with ease; and she rides when the
+weather is fine, which she is much pleased with, and no
+doubt it is of great service to her. The streets are entirely
+of sand, as smooth as possible, no pavements, not
+a stone to be seen, which renders it very easy riding for
+her. It is as warm as our first of May, (if not the middle,)
+and when the weather is fair, the air is clear, very
+mild and refreshing. The change is so great between
+this and New York that I cannot help thinking it must
+have a great and good effect on Eliza. I find as to myself
+that my cough is done away entirely, and I had a
+little of it most all the time at home in winter. Octavia
+has certainly grown fat, and our little Frederic is very
+well indeed. Eliza eats hominy, rice and milk, eggs and
+oysters cooked in various ways, vegetables too, which
+we find in great perfection here; fruit is plenty of almost
+every description. The oranges raised here are not
+sweet but are very large. Their olives, grapes, and figs
+are excellent. Their meats and fish are not so good as
+ours. Their Poultry is fine; a great plenty of Venison,
+wild ducks, and small sea-fowl; green peas we shall
+have in about a month; so that, beside the change of climate,
+we have many of the luxuries of a Northern summer.
+Uncle King gave us letters to Gen. C. C. Pinckney
+and his brother Major Thomas Pinckney,—both of
+them being out of town at their plantation; their sister,
+Mrs. Hovey, received the letters and has been very attentive
+and kind to us all. She is a widow, about 55 I
+should judge, of the first respectability, and appears a
+very pleasant, amiable and cheerful old lady. She
+sends some nice things to Eliza almost every day. Her
+daughters, Mrs. Rutledge, two Miss Pinckneys (daughters
+of the General), Mrs. Gilchrist and daughter, Mr.
+and Mrs. Mannigault, Mrs. Middleton, Mr. and Mrs.
+Izard,<a id='r96'></a><a href='#f96' class='c012'><sup>[96]</sup></a> Mr. and Mrs. Dessault and Mr. Heyward make
+an extensive acquaintance for us. They all seem very
+kind and hospitable to us, plain and open in their manners,
+and yet the most genteel and easy. Eliza has
+seen only Mrs. Hovey, Mrs. Rutledge, and the two
+Miss Pinckneys, but she thinks in a few days to be able
+to receive short visits from a few of her friends, and
+even thinks it may be of consequence to enliven her.
+She rides whenever the weather is fine, and is very much
+pleased with the appearance of everything growing in
+the gardens here so like our June. We have had one
+visit from a Physician only; he thinks taking a little
+blood from her would be of service, but she has not yet
+consented. He approved of her diet and of the Iceland
+Moss tea which was recommended at New York, and
+which is said here to have had a great effect in removing
+complaints of the cough. Mrs. Mannigault told us
+yesterday she found immediate relief from it after she
+had been sick a long time. We expect Mr. Bowne in
+the course of a fortnight, and then I expect to return
+toward Scarborough immediately. We hope to hear
+from you in a few days; not a word have we yet from
+New York since we arrived. Our darling boy we think
+we see every day playing about us, without thinking who
+admires him at the distance of 1100 miles.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Our best wishes attend you always.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Affectionately,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>W. Browne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. and Mrs. Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Charleston, Jan. 28, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Dear Caroline, I send by Capt. Crowel a little pair of
+shoes for Mary, a little Cuckoo toy for Walter, and a
+tumbler of Orange Marmalade for Mother. I have had
+only one letter from New York since I have been here,
+and that from Mary Perkins, not one line from my husband.
+I can tell you nothing flattering of my health: I
+am very miserable; at present I have a kind of intermittent
+Fever; this afternoon I shall take an emetic,
+and hope a good effect. How are my dear little ones?—I
+hope not too troublesome. Octavia is in fine
+health and grows quite fat for her. Frederic has been
+unusually troublesome. My dear little Walter!—I
+hardly trust myself to think of them,—precious children—how
+they bind me to life! Adieu. I have a
+bad headache and low-spirited to-day.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Eliza.</span></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line in4'>Caroline Bowne (with 2 small parcels),</div>
+ <div class='line in12'>No. 288 Pearl Street,</div>
+ <div class='line'>Blazing Star.&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; New York.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>This appears to be the last letter written by Mrs.
+Bowne. (M. K. L.)</p>
+
+<h3 class='c020'>From Mrs. William Browne to Mrs. King.</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c003'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Charleston, February 2, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have been waiting day after day, my Dear Aunt, in
+the hope of having something pleasant to communicate
+to you, but I do very much fear I shall now have nothing,
+if ever, to say about our Dear Eliza but will give
+you pain. I sat down to write to you without knowing
+what to say. I have been so in the habit of dissembling
+lately that I can hardly throw it off, for when I write
+my Father and Mother everything is so glossed over,
+’tis impossible to come at the truth. You know not
+how I am affected, my Dear Aunt. I fear I am doing
+wrong in deceiving them, for it is my firm opinion she
+never will be well. Do advise me, tell me what I ought
+to do. I think to you I may say the truth—I think
+she has been growing sicker every hour since she left
+New York. Her voyage had a singular effect upon her:
+she suffered but little from seasickness, but every bad
+symptom she had before seemed increased; she coughed
+a great deal and very hard, her fever and night sweats
+were excessive. You may imagine she was much weakened;
+but I hoped this was a temporary thing, and a
+few days of quiet and of rest would restore her; but instead
+of that, directly after our arrival a sort of intermittent
+fever took place, she had a regular chill and
+fever every day, she lost her strength very much, no
+appetite at all. This last four or five days her disorder
+wears another appearance. ’Tis now Thursday. On
+Sunday Dr. Irvine ordered her to take Quashy in order
+to prevent a chill; she took it according to his direction—it
+brought on her fever at 1 o’clock in the morning,
+and it never left her till 12 o’clock at night, it absolutely
+raged all day. Since then she has had no night
+sweats, no chill, but her cough and fever very much increased.
+Her nerves are extremely disordered; such a
+tremor that to-day she cannot feed herself at all. She
+is so weak and exhausted that she cannot walk alone.
+’Tis now 11 o’clock—I am sitting by her side, and she
+is still coughing and in such a hot fever she can bear
+nothing to touch her. I have not asked her Physician’s
+opinion concerning her; ’tis unnecessary I feel, I know
+what it must be. Yet is it not strange she keeps up
+her spirits? She is looking forward with the greatest
+anxiety to warm weather. God grant it may not be
+too late! Dr. Irvine was the Physician Mrs. Hovey
+recommended; he is indisposed and has left his patients
+in the care of Dr. Barrow. The exchange has pleased
+us very much, for Dr. Barrow is considered quite as
+skilful, and is extremely kind and fatherly in his manners,
+indeed he reminds us so strongly of our Dear
+Father that we already love him very much.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>February 3.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Poor Eliza had a most distressing night last night. She
+coughed so long that she was entirely exhausted; her
+fever was very high, and she has scarcely spoken a loud
+word to-day. Her nerves are in a dreadful state. I inquired
+of Dr. Barrow what he thought of her situation;
+he says he can say nothing encouraging. He said the
+disorder had taken great hold upon her, and had shattered
+her nerves in a terrible manner. He very much
+fears a nervous fever,—that her pulse was very bad, as
+nearly as he could count up to 150. Is it not very evident
+from his being so candid, my Dear Aunt, that he
+has but little or no hope of her recovery? And yet so
+strongly do I sympathize in every feeling of hers, that
+seeing her easier and more comfortable this evening
+has renewed my hopes and put me quite in spirits. She
+has been much better this afternoon and evening, less
+fever, less tremor upon her nerves, and since she has
+been in bed has had no bad coughing spell. The mail
+went to the Northward to-day. I have so little time to
+write that I have missed it. I will let you know to-morrow
+how she is, and the next day is post-day again.
+I know what a kind interest you and my uncle take
+in our dear Eliza, and I know I cannot be too minute.
+Our friends here are kinder than I can express to you.
+It seems sometimes as though we were among our own
+relations. They think of every little thing for Eliza’s
+comfort and convenience that I could myself.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Monday, February 6.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>This morning Eliza was better, my Dear Aunt, than
+she has been for a week past. Her voice has returned
+and she appears stronger in every respect. Yesterday
+and last night she had a little fever, this morning is delightful
+and she is going to ride. You shall hear again
+from us before long. I know Mrs. Bogert will need no
+apology, I am sure, for my not writing. The repetition
+of such symptoms are distressing to me beyond expression.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your affectionate niece&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>O. S. Browne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c020'>To Mrs. Bowne.</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c003'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, Feb’y 4, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Your letter, my love, of the 13th and 14th has comforted
+me. You must keep up your spirits; you will
+do well, Dr. Bergere says; attacks similar to yours are
+not of the dangerous kind that some think; he approves
+of your taking the Lychen again. I have sent a bundle
+from Mr. King by Capt. Slocum, who sails to-morrow.
+I am distressed I cannot go with him, but so it is. It
+is next to impossible I should leave here till about the
+25th of this month. Mr. Jenkins, my assistant, is absent,
+and I cannot leave the office until he returns without
+relinquishing it altogether, and I have most of my
+houses to let this month, those I have lately built included,
+and which are not finished, but I am determined
+to leave here in all this month. I hope you have a
+comfortable place now; what abominable lodgings the
+first were! Don’t mind the expense: get everything and
+do everything you like, we can afford it. I wish my
+presence in this place could as well be dispensed with,
+but so it is. I think it right you should have a Physician.
+I will bring the things you mention; our children
+are well.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Ever,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Walter Bowne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The Ship—General Eaton—has not yet arrived, I
+will write to Mr. Brown by this vessel if I have time; if
+not, by mail on Monday or Tuesday.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>(With a bundle of Lychen for E. S. B.)</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>The following letter from Mr. Rufus King to his
+nephew Horatio Southgate, will show how much alarm
+was felt about Mrs. Bowne’s health.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>New York, February 9, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Dear Sir:</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have to beg your excuse that I have so long delayed
+my answer to your letter written I believe in November.
+The Plants were a long time on their way, and did not
+arrive till Christmas, when we had a few days of mild
+weather, which enabled us to put them in the ground.
+Mr. Mars is entitled to credit for the manner and care
+with which the Plants were packed, and altho’ they
+were much longer out of the ground than they sh<sup>d</sup> have
+been, I am in hopes that many of them were saved.
+Inclosed I send you a Post-note (payable to your order)
+on the Boston Branch Bank for 47 dollars, being the
+amount of Mars’s account, and I beg you to accept my
+acknowledgments for the trouble you have given yourself
+in this Business. Should there be an opportunity
+direct from Portland to N. York in the Spring, any time
+in Ap<sup>l</sup> or May would do (for that is the true season,
+even on to the middle of June, to remove evergreens),
+I wish Mars to send me a few more spruces, one moderate
+sized Box, together with some of the small Evergreen
+shrubs found in the woods and pastures, and
+which I remember abounded in the Pasture of Knight’s
+Farm, and which we called laurel, or sheep poison.
+Any other small plants may be added to fill up the Box.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We yesterday heard from Mrs. Bowne, who had recovered
+from the fatigue of her voyage, and thought
+herself something better. I am in hopes that the soft
+weather of an early spring will do more for her than
+medicine could have effected in the rude weather of our
+winter and spring. I ought not to conceal from you,
+tho’ I think you sh<sup>d</sup> not unnecessarily increase the anxiety
+of your mother, that I am not free from apprehensions
+regarding your Sister’s complaint; it is so flattering
+and insidious, that I do not place the same Reliance
+upon favorable Reports w<sup>h</sup> in any other case I
+sh<sup>d</sup> be inclined to do. I by no means think that she
+has no chance of recovery. On the contrary, I have
+the satisfaction to believe and expect that she will regain
+her accustomed good health. Mrs. Browne’s being
+with her is a very important circumstance in a case in
+which good nursing and careful attention is of so much
+consequence.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>With sincere Regards, I remain, D<sup>r</sup> Sir,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Y<sup>r</sup> obliged serv’t,&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <span class='sc'>Rufus King</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Horatio Southgate, Esqr., Portland, Maine.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Charleston, February 21, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I will permit no one but myself to transmit to you
+the dreadful intelligence this letter will convey to you,
+my dear Parents. A good and merciful God will not
+forsake you at this awful moment. Our dear Eliza is
+freed from her earthly sufferings and I humbly trust
+is now a blessed spirit in Heaven! I offer you no
+consolation; I commit you into the hands of a Good
+God, who has supported me when my strength failed
+me. She had her senses at intervals for the few days
+last of her illness. She spoke of her approaching
+change with great composure, said she had thought
+much of it, that she trusted in God for future happiness
+with great satisfaction and confidence; wished her
+time might come speedily that she might be relieved
+from the pain of seeing her distressed friends. She
+suffered with wonderful patience; never murmured.
+At the very last she looked the satisfaction she had not
+the power to speak. At 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon
+was this most afflicting scene. Octavia had great fortitude
+to sit by her when she could speak only with her
+eyes. She knew us, and listened with apparent satisfaction
+to a prayer I read only an hour before the sad
+moment. It was a day of trial with us most severe.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>With much affection and regard to all,</div>
+ <div class='line in36'><span class='sc'>W. Browne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Poor Mr. Bowne has not arrived.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c014'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>To Mr. &#38; Mrs. Southgate.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r c016'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Charleston, March 12, 1809.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I hope, my dear Miranda, this will be the last letter
+you will receive from me at Charleston. Poor Mr.
+Bowne arrived here on Thursday. Not a word had he
+heard, and owing to his having left New York he had not
+received a single very alarming letter. He was entirely
+unprepared for the shock which awaited him; never did
+I pity any one so. He is indeed borne down with the
+weight of his grief. But the violence I dreaded I see
+nothing of. There is no judging from the effect little
+troubles have upon people, how they will bear great
+ones. I know it by myself—I see it in him. He is
+more composed to-day, and we are making arrangements
+to get away. He is much gratified that we waited here
+for him, which we had some doubt about on account of
+the great expense in these houses. The Minerva, a very
+fine Packet, arrived from New York yesterday. We
+shall return in her. She will go in the course of a week
+or ten days. What a melancholy voyage! But yet I
+will not think so. I am going to my dear father and
+mother, my kind sisters,—indeed, ’tis a delightful
+thought.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-r'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Your sister,</div>
+ <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>O. Browne</span>.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Among the letters which were so carefully preserved
+by her daughter, Mrs. Lawrence, was found the following
+extract from a daily paper:—</p>
+
+<p class='c022'>Died at Charleston, S. C., on the 19th ult., Mrs. Walter Bowne, consort
+of Walter Bowne, Esq., of New York, and daughter of the Hon. Robert
+Southgate, of Scarborough, Maine, aged 25 years. The Bereaved Husband
+and infant children, the afflicted parents, Brethren and sisters, and the numerous
+respectable friends and acquaintances by whom she was so justly
+respected and beloved for her talents and virtues, will deeply mourn this
+early signal triumph of the King of Terrors. But they will not “sorrow
+as those without hope.” Her immortal spirit, liberated from the body, is,
+we trust, already admitted to a clear and perfect, an immediate and positive,
+a soul-transforming and eternal vision of God and the Redeemer.
+Why the most endearing ties of nature should be dissolved almost as
+soon as formed, why the dreadful law of mortality should be executed on
+the most worthy and dearest objects of conjugal, parental, and social
+love, in the moment of sanguine expectation of reciprocal enjoyment, is
+among the dark and mysterious questions in the book of Providence.
+The ways of God are inscrutable to man, “clouds and darkness are round
+about him, yet righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his
+throne.” All afflictive events are readily resolved into the wisdom of
+God. To his sovereign will, reason and religion, duty and interest require
+us to bow with reverence. What a dark and gloomy veil is spread
+by the early death of our friends over our earthly enjoyments! How tenderly
+are we hereby admonished not to expect satisfaction in this empty,
+fluctuating, and transitory state! How strongly urged to place our
+affections on things above, to secure an immediate interest in those
+sublime and durable pleasures which flow from the service and favor of
+God and the prospect of complete and endless felicity in His presence.</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>Inscription on the monument in Archdale Churchyard,
+in Archdale Street, Charleston, S. C.:—</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+ <div class='nf-center'>
+ <div>SACRED</div>
+ <div class='c003'>TO THE MEMORY OF</div>
+ <div class='c003'>ELIZA S. BOWNE</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+ <div class='linegroup'>
+ <div class='group'>
+ <div class='line'>Wife of Walter Bowne of New York,</div>
+ <div class='line'>Daughter of Robert Southgate Esqr.,</div>
+ <div class='line'>of Scarborough, District of Maine,</div>
+ <div class='line'>who departed this life on the 19th</div>
+ <div class='line'>day of February, 1809, aged 25 years.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='footnote' id='f1'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. Mrs. Rowson’s story is well known. She was an Englishwoman, Susanna Haswell,
+the daughter of an officer in the navy, and was brought to America by her father in 1767,
+when she was only five years old. Their ship was wrecked on Lovell’s Island, in Boston
+Harbor, and they lived at Nantasket for nearly ten years, when they went back to England.
+There she married William Rowson, a musician, and went upon the stage. In
+1795–96 we find her acting in Baltimore and Boston. She published several comedies and
+a number of novels; one of these, “Charlotte Temple,” gained great popularity. She
+died at Boston in 1824. She taught school in several places—at Medford, at Newton, and
+at Boston, and was very successful.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f2'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. Joseph Coffin Boyd, of Portland, Maine. Married Isabella, oldest
+daughter of Dr. Southgate.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f3'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. Horatio Southgate, Dr. Southgate’s oldest son, followed the profession
+of the law in the town of Portland, Maine, and was for twenty-one years
+Register of Probate for Cumberland County, Maine. Mr. Southgate
+married three times. His first wife was a friend of his sisters and was
+Abigail McLellan, the daughter of Hugh McLellan, a well-known East
+Indian merchant. Mary Webster was Mr. Southgate’s second wife; she
+was the daughter of Noah Webster, whose name is well known in connection
+with the dictionary that he wrote. Mr. Southgate’s third wife was
+Eliza Neal of Portland. By his three wives Mr. Southgate had a large
+family of children, among them being the Rt. Rev’d Horatio Southgate
+and the Rev’d William Scott Southgate.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f4'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. Isabella Southgate had married to Joseph Coffin Boyd. She was Dr.
+Southgate’s oldest child.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f5'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r5'>5</a>. Mary Black, the second wife of Richard King, Mrs. Southgate’s stepmother.
+She had married Mr. King soon after the death of his first wife,
+who was her cousin, and had been a kind and devoted mother to his three
+children.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f6'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r6'>6</a>. Octavia Southgate, Dr. Southgate’s third daughter. She married, in
+1805, William Browne.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f7'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r7'>7</a>. Sarah Leland was the daughter of Mrs. Southgate’s half-sister Dorcas
+King, Mrs. Joseph Leland.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f8'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r8'>8</a>. Arixene and Robert Southgate, Eliza’s younger sister and brother.
+Arixene married Henry Smith, of Sacarappa, Maine.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f9'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r9'>9</a>. William King, the son of Richard King by his second wife Mary
+Black, was a large land-owner near the town of Bath. Mr. King was
+elected the first Governor when the District of Maine was changed into a
+State with a government of its own.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f10'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r10'>10</a>. Eleanor Coffin, afterwards Mrs. John Derby, was the daughter of Dr.
+Coffin, a neighbor of Dr. Southgate’s. Martha Coffin, another daughter,
+had lately married Mr. Richard Derby. The Mrs. Codman mentioned in
+the previous letter was a sister of Dr. Coffin’s.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f11'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r11'>11</a>. Peony (vulgarly called Piny). Note by M. B. L.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f12'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r12'>12</a>. Ann, daughter of Cyrus King (Mrs. Southgate’s half-brother) and his
+wife Hannah Stone. She was named after her aunt, Mrs. William King,
+Ann Frazier. She afterwards married Mr. Bridge.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f13'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r13'>13</a>. Mr. Jewett married Sally Weeks, a friend and neighbor of the Misses
+Southgate. He was a grandson of Aaron Jewett, who built the first sawmill
+on Algers Falls, Dunstan, in 1727, and carried on what was then considered
+an extensive lumber business.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f14'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r14'>14</a>. Moses Porter was Eliza’s cousin. He was the oldest son of Mrs.
+Aaron Porter (Paulina King).</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f15'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r15'>15</a>. Miranda and Arixene Southgate were at this time aged respectively
+twelve and eight years. Their cousin Sally Leland was about the same
+age. Frederic Southgate, born in 1791, became a tutor in Bowdoin College,
+and died unmarried in 1820.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f16'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r16'>16</a>. <em>Isabella Boyd</em>, second child of Isabella Southgate and Joseph Coffin
+Boyd. She died of consumption, the fatal disease which carried off so
+many of her aunts, sisters, and cousins.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f17'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r17'>17</a>. <em>Rufus King</em>, oldest son of Richard King and Isabella Bragdon, and
+brother of Mrs. Southgate. He was born in 1755 and married Mary
+Alsop. He was delegated by the State of Massachusetts to the Convention
+for framing the Constitution of the United States, was a member of
+Congress from Massachusetts, Senator of the United States from New
+York, and at this time Minister to the Court of St. James.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f18'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r18'>18</a>. <em>Mary Alsop</em> was born in 1786. She was the daughter of John Alsop
+and Mary Frogat.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f19'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r19'>19</a>. Mr. and Mrs. Southgate’s “profiles” hung in Mr. King’s house at
+Jamaica until about 1875, when they were given by his granddaughter to
+Mrs. Southgate’s grandson, Mr. Lawrence, of Flushing, L. I.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f20'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r20'>20</a>. <em>Broads</em>, a tavern near Portland, to which gay parties of young people
+went on frolics.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f21'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r21'>21</a>. The manuscript which was under the seal was so torn as to make
+this sentence illegible.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f22'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r22'>22</a>. <em>Paulina Porter</em>, daughter of Dr. Aaron Porter of Portland. She married,
+first Enoch Jones, and then Edward Beecher. Her sister Harriet
+married Lyman Beecher.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f23'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r23'>23</a>. <em>Miss Rice’s</em> father was Joseph Rice; he raised a company of fifty men
+and, after the receipt of the news of the skirmish at Lexington, set out as
+soon as possible for Cambridge and joined Colonel Phinney’s regiment. It
+was the first regiment that marched into Boston after its evacuation by the
+British on the 17th of March, 1776. In a letter from Rufus King to Dr.
+Southgate, dated August 6, 1776, he says: “Phinney’s regiment is ordered
+from Boston to Ticonderoga. I guess the pious Elder would as lieve
+tarry where he is, but he was formerly fond of action—hope now he
+will be satisfied.... Gen. Gates will doubtless make a stand at Ticonderoga.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f24'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r24'>24</a>. Phippsburg.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f25'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r25'>25</a>. This letter was never finished.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f26'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r26'>26</a>. Mary King Porter (at this time twenty years of age) married Nathan
+Coffin.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f27'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r27'>27</a>. E. Hasket Derby, Jr., was born in Salem in 1766, and died in Londonderry,
+H. N., in 1826. Mr. Derby married, in 1797, Miss Lucy Brown.
+He was the son of E. Hasket Derby, who married Elizabeth Crowninshield,
+a leading merchant of Salem, and founder of the East India
+trade; known in the annals of Salem as “King Derby.” Mr. Derby, the
+father, had four sons, who married and had families. They were E. Hasket,
+Jr., just mentioned; John, who married Miss Barton and secondly
+Miss Eleanor Coffin; E. Hersey, who married Miss Hannah Brown
+Fitch; and Richard C., who married Miss Martha Coffin. The father
+of E. Hasket Derby, Sen., was Richard Derby, merchant, a delegate to the
+Provincial Congress in 1774–5.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f28'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r28'>28</a>. The Rumford kitchen or Roaster was invented by Benjamin Thompson
+(Count Rumford), a native of Salem. Mr. Thompson, after passing
+through various phases of existence, went to Bavaria, where by his powers
+of pleasing and wonderful inventive faculties he attracted the attention of
+the king, and by him was created Count Rumford. One of Count Rumford’s
+particular studies was the laws which govern heat and cold, and to
+him we are indebted for great improvement in our chimneys, fireplaces,
+and kitchen ranges. Before his time all cooking was done over an open
+wood fire. In the “Life of Count Rumford,” by Ellis, page 240, we find
+the following: “The Roaster, if not the first, was the most simple, ingenious,
+and effective apparatus of the kind which, by its arrangement of
+flues for conveying hot air around the food in the oven as well as by economizing
+fuel, allowed of the preparation of many articles by one fire, and
+greatly facilitated the labors and added to the comfort of the cook.
+They were especially popular in Salem, where many of the flourishing
+citizens had occasion to recall over their dinners the ‘apprentice boy in
+Mr. Appleton’s shop.’”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f29'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r29'>29</a>. Mme. Milliken, probably the daughter of John Ayer. She was the
+wife of John Milliken of Boston.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f30'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r30'>30</a>. Dr. Southgate’s family resided at Leicester.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f31'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r31'>31</a>. Woburn.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f32'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r32'>32</a>. Billerica.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f33'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r33'>33</a>. Dracut.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f34'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r34'>34</a>. <em>Francestown</em>, named so after Gov. Wentworth’s wife.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f35'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r35'>35</a>. Lady Nesbert, wife of Sir John Nesbert, celebrated for a race ridden
+against John Randolph in 1719.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f36'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r36'>36</a>. Joseph Allston, of South Carolina, had married, February 2, 1801,
+Theodosia Burr, only daughter of Aaron Burr.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f37'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r37'>37</a>. This was Mr. William Constable, who married, February 26, 1810, Miss
+Mary Elizabeth McVickar, daughter of John McVickar, Esq.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f38'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r38'>38</a>. The Patroon Stephen Van Rensselaer had lately married his second
+wife, Cornelia Patterson. Miss Southgate spelt the name as it was then
+usually pronounced.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f39'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r39'>39</a>. Rensselaer Westerlo and his sister Catherine Westerlo, who afterwards
+married Mr. Woodworth. Their mother was Catherine Livingston, oldest
+daughter of Philip, commonly known as the “Signer,” he having been one
+of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Miss Livingston had
+first married Stephen Van Rensselaer, Patroon of the Manor, and by him
+had had three children: Stephen, who succeeded his father; Philip, mayor
+of the city of Albany; and a daughter. Mrs. Van Rensselaer remarried
+Dominie Westerlo.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f40'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r40'>40</a>. Walsh (?).</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f41'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r41'>41</a>. Oliver Kane, a merchant of New York. He married, at Providence,
+Rhode Island, May 22, 1803, Miss Ann Eliza Clarke, daughter of John
+Innes Clarke.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f42'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r42'>42</a>. James G. King.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f43'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r43'>43</a>. General Henry Knox was a general in the American army during
+the Revolution. He entered it at the beginning of the war as a captain of
+the Boston Grenadiers. He was the first Secretary of War of the United
+States. He married the daughter of Secretary Flucker. General and
+Mrs. Knox grew to be enormously stout and were perhaps the largest
+couple in the city of New York at the time when Washington was inaugurated
+as first President of the United States. General Knox’s home
+was at Thomaston, Maine.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f44'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r44'>44</a>. General Pinckney of South Carolina had served in the American
+army. He had two daughters, one of whom married Col. Francis K.
+Huger.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f45'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r45'>45</a>. Hodgkinson made his first appearance in New York as <em>Vapid</em>. He
+was born in Manchester, England, 1767; his father was an innkeeper named
+Meadowcraft. Young Meadowcraft ran away from home, took the
+name of Hodgkinson, and joined the stage. His wife, to whom he was
+married on his arrival in America, by Bishop Moore, was Miss Brett of
+the Bath Theatre. She died in New York of consumption, September,
+1803. Mr. and Mrs. Hodgkinson received $100 a week for their services,
+which was the highest amount yet paid to any two performers in
+America.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f46'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r46'>46</a>. This Joseph Jefferson was the grandfather of the present Joseph
+Jefferson.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f47'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r47'>47</a>. Mr. and Mrs. William Codman. Mrs. Codman was a Miss Coffin.
+William Codman had at that time an insurance office at No. 28 South
+Street, New York.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f48'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r48'>48</a>. Mrs. Henderson and Miss Denning were daughters of William Denning,
+a well-known New York merchant.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f49'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r49'>49</a>. <em>Columbia Gardens</em> were on the corner of Broadway and Prince
+Street.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f50'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r50'>50</a>. <em>Mt. Vernon</em> Gardens, afterwards called Contois’s Gardens, were on
+the northwest corner of Broadway and Leonard Street.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f51'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r51'>51</a>. Mrs. Delafield was a Miss Hallett. She married, December 11th,
+1784, Mr. John Delafield, an Englishman, who had arrived in New York
+in 1783. They had twelve children. Among them were Major Joseph
+Delafield, who married Miss Livingston; Mr. Rufus Delafield married
+Miss Bard; Dr. Edward Delafield married Miss Floyd; Henry Delafield
+married Miss Munson.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f52'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r52'>52</a>. <em>Malbone</em>, a celebrated miniature painter. He was born at Newport,
+Rhode Island, and when very young showed great taste for painting. He
+travelled about the then known portions of the United States, painting
+portraits of people in Charleston, Boston, Philadelphia, New York, etc.,
+many of which are now in existence. His price for painting a head
+was $50. He died of consumption in Savannah, May 7, 1807, in the
+thirty-second year of his age.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f53'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r53'>53</a>. Lucia, Zilpah, and John were the children of Genl. Peleg Wadsworth.
+Zilpah afterwards married Stephen Longfellow, and was the mother of
+Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Genl. Wadsworth lived at Hiram, on the
+Saco River.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f54'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r54'>54</a>. Dr. William Moore was a celebrated physician of New York. He
+married Miss Sarah Fish and had by her a numerous family. Among
+them being Nathaniel Moore, President of Columbia College, and Dr.
+Samuel Moore, also a favorite physician.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f55'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r55'>55</a>. He was returning from his mission in London, where he had been
+Minister to the Court of St. James from the United States.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f56'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r56'>56</a>. Nicholas Low, a merchant in New York. Among his descendants
+are Mrs. Eugene Schuyler and the wife of M. Waddington, at present
+ambassador to the Court of St. James from France.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f57'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r57'>57</a>. Mr. Watson was at this time a widower with one son, James Watson.
+This son became a great beau in New York society, but died unmarried
+and insane.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f58'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r58'>58</a>. William Henderson, who had married Sarah Denning.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f59'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r59'>59</a>. George III of England.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f60'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r60'>60</a>. Bethlehem. This is a place originally settled by a religious sect
+called Moravians. They were famous for their schools,—one for boys
+kept by the Brothers, and a girls’ school kept by the Sisters. Young
+ladies were sent to Bethlehem from New York, Philadelphia, and distant
+parts of the country, to receive their education at this place. In a letter
+from John Adams to his daughter, dated Monday, Feb. 10th, 1823, he
+speaks of it: “I have seen a remarkable institution for the education of
+young ladies at Bethlehem. About 120 of them live under the same roof.
+They sleep all together in the same garret. I saw 120 beds in two long
+rows in the same room. The beds and bedclothes were all of excellent
+quality and extraordinary neat. How should you like to live in such a
+nunnery?”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f61'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r61'>61</a>. The yellow fever having broken out in New York, the city was deserted
+by all who could leave it. Even the business was transacted in the
+neighboring village of Greenwich, which is now incorporated in the city
+itself and its boundaries lost in the surrounding streets. The following
+advertisements have been copied from the “Evening Post,” Thursday,
+Aug. 25, 1803, as being of interest, as the advertisers were not only well-known
+New Yorkers, but personal friends of Mrs. Bowne:—</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>Woolsey &#38; Rogers’ Counting House is removed to No. 28 Courtlandt
+Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c019'><span class='sc'>Removal.</span> William Codman has removed his Counting House to the
+N. E. corner room in the 2nd Story of the City Hotel, Broadway.</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>John G. Bogart, Attorney at law &#38; Notary Public, has Removed his
+office to the House of Judge Livingston, No. 37 Broadway, near the Custom
+House.</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>John Murray &#38; Sons have removed their Counting House to Mr.
+Murray’s country seat on the Harlem Road, 3 1–2 miles from town.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>[This was at Murray Hill, about the corner of 37th Street and Fifth
+Avenue.]</p>
+
+<p class='c019'>The Editor being obliged to be absent from town a few days, the discussions
+respecting <em>yellow fever</em> will, of course, be suspended for a little
+time.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f62'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r62'>62</a>. Mr. Boyd, Mrs. Bowne’s brother-in-law, had been in England for
+some months and was now expected to return to his home.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f63'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r63'>63</a>. Mrs. Boyd, Isabella Southgate.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f64'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r64'>64</a>. Beau Dawson, Mr. J. Dawson of Virginia. He had been sent out by
+President Jefferson in April, 1801, as bearer of the Treaty or Convention
+between France and the United States as ratified by the latter. The
+ship in which he sailed was wrecked and the Treaty lost, although the
+envoy was saved. Another treaty was drawn up and dispatched as soon
+as possible, but there was great annoyance at the delay.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f65'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r65'>65</a>. Highlands. The hills about West Point on the Hudson are so
+called. The road from Peekskill to Garrison’s over the hill called
+“Anthony’s Nose” is particularly steep and stony. The Beverly Farm,
+which was owned by Mr. William Denning, lay in the midst of these hills.
+The house is still standing and is almost unaltered.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f66'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r66'>66</a>. To Miranda Southgate, or, more likely, to Octavia. (M. K. L.)</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f67'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r67'>67</a>. From Octavia Southgate to Mrs. Southgate.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f68'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r68'>68</a>. Mr. Newbold and Mr. Philip Rhinelander were well-known New
+Yorkers. The latter married, December 22, 1814, Miss Mary Colden
+Hoffman.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f69'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r69'>69</a>. Mr. Jephson was an Englishman who had lately arrived in New
+York.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f70'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r70'>70</a>. John Duer married Miss Anne Bunner October 19, 1804, and his
+brother, William Duer, soon after married Maria Denning. Mr. Rhinelander
+engaged the two Miss Duers to the wrong men. Fanny married
+Beverly Robinson, and Sally married, March 10, 1805, John Witherspoon
+Smith, and died July 10, 1887, in the one hundred and first year of her
+age.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f71'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r71'>71</a>. Mrs. Kane’s “charming little girl” became Mrs. James King of Albany,
+and the mother of many well-known New Yorkers.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f72'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r72'>72</a>. Lady Temple was the daughter of Governor Bowdoin, and had married
+Sir John Temple. Their daughter, afterwards Mrs. Winthrop, was
+the mother of the Hon. Robert C. Winthrop. She was long the reigning
+belle in Boston.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f73'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r73'>73</a>. Mr. and Mrs. Bogert were intimate friends of Mr. and Mrs. Rufus
+King’s, and they occupied adjoining places at Jamaica.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f74'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r74'>74</a>. Mrs. Heyward was Mr. and Mrs. Rogers’ daughter. She married Mr.
+Heyward of South Carolina. Miss Heyward married Mr. Cutting of New
+York, and was the mother of Messrs. William, Heyward, and Brockholst
+Cutting.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f75'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r75'>75</a>. Wolsey Rogers married, Thursday evening, December 1, 1807, Miss
+Susan Bayard.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f76'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r76'>76</a>. Harriet Clarke, a daughter of John Innes Clarke of Providence, and
+sister of Mrs. Kane.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f77'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r77'>77</a>. Mrs. Oliver Kane had married, at Providence, R. I., May 22, 1803,
+Mr. Oliver Kane, merchant of this city. Her children were Mrs. King
+of Albany, Mrs. William Russel, Mrs. Nicholsen, John, De Lancey, and
+Miss Lydia Kane.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f78'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r78'>78</a>. Mrs. Gilbert R. Livingston (Martha Kane), a sister of Oliver Kane.
+Her children were Mrs. Henry Beekman, Mrs. Codwise, Mrs. Constable,
+the Rev. Gilbert R. Livingston, and James Kane Livingston.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f79'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r79'>79</a>. Mrs. Fish (Miss Elizabeth Stuyvesant) had married, April 30, 1803,
+Colonel Nicholas Fish. This daughter was Mrs. Daniel le Roy. The Hon.
+Hamilton Fish and Mrs. Richard Morris were also children of Colonel
+Fish’s.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f80'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r80'>80</a>. <em>Pauline Porter</em>, daughter of Paulina King and Dr. Aaron Porter of
+Portland, had married Edward Beecher.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f81'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r81'>81</a>. Mary King Porter, her sister, married Nathaniel Coffin of Saco.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f82'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r82'>82</a>. Horatio Southgate married his first wife, Nabby McLellan, September
+29, 1805. Mrs. Bowne is here alluding to her sister Octavia’s engagement
+to William Browne.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f83'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r83'>83</a>. Robert Murray, Mr. Bowne’s nephew.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f84'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r84'>84</a>. <em>Frederic Southgate</em>, her youngest brother.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f85'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r85'>85</a>. John, Charles, and James King, sons of Rufus King, Mrs. Bowne’s
+cousins. James was at that time at Harvard College.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f86'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r86'>86</a>. Mrs. Gillespie (Amelia Denning). This daughter died when a very
+young girl of a putrid sore throat.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f87'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r87'>87</a>. Walter Bowne, Jr. Eldest child of Walter Bowne and Eliza Southgate.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f88'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r88'>88</a>. Kitty Bayard married Duncan Campbell. Her sister Susan had married
+Woolsey Rogers, December 1, 1807.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f89'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r89'>89</a>. Mary, oldest daughter of Robert Watts and his wife Lady Mary Alexander,
+married Dr. Romaine, who left her a widow after a few years of
+married life. At the age of seventy-three Mrs. Romaine married her first
+love, Peter Bertram Cruger, a widower with eight children. Miss Watts’s
+engagement to Dr. Romaine was a surprise to her friends, who knew of
+her attachment to Mr. Cruger.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f90'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r90'>90</a>. John Alsop King, oldest son of Rufus King and his wife Mary Alsop.
+John A. King was twice governor of the State of New York. He married
+in 1810 Mary Ray. Charles King, the second son of Rufus King, for some
+time President of Columbia College, New York. He married twice: first,
+Miss Gracie, and for his second wife Miss Low, the daughter of his father’s
+intimate friend Nicholas Low.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f91'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r91'>91</a>. Miss Fairlee was the daughter of Major Fairlee of the British army,
+who was a noted wit. Many anecdotes are told of his odd sayings. One
+of them was, that being on his death-bed he was told by his physician to
+take yeast as medicine. “What for?” said the Major; “to make me
+rise?” Miss Fairlee married Cooper the actor.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f92'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r92'>92</a>. The wife of the French General Moreau. They came to the United
+States in 1805, but he returned to fight with the Allies, and was killed in
+1813, some say by a bullet aimed by Napoleon himself.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f93'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r93'>93</a>. Mrs. Stevens was Miss Rachel Coxe, of Philadelphia, and had married
+Colonel Stevens, of Hoboken, New Jersey.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f94'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r94'>94</a>. Miss Lyde married Jonathan Ogden. Among her children were Mrs.
+Robert Goelet, Mrs. Dominick Lynch Lawrence, and Mrs. Joseph Ogden.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f95'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r95'>95</a>. Mrs. John Lawrence.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f96'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#r96'>96</a>. Ralph Izard and his wife, the granddaughter of Etienne de Lanci, a
+Huguenot nobleman who came to this country in 1686. Mr. Izard had
+been appointed Commissioner from Congress to the grand-duchy of
+Tuscany, and had performed other important diplomatic services. He
+was one of the first United States senators from South Carolina. Mrs.
+Mannigault’s husband was the grandson of Mr. and Mrs. Izard. She was
+related to the Misses Watts of New York, and for their sake was particularly
+attentive and kind to their friend Mrs. Bowne. Mr. and Mrs. Heyward
+were the parents of the celebrated beauty Miss Elizabeth Heyward,
+who married James Hamilton.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'>
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+<div class='chapter ph2'>
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+ </div>
+</div>
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+ <li>Non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
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+ </li>
+ <li>Used numbers for footnotes, placing them all at the end of the last chapter.
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