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To Mrs. Burr.
Chester, 8 O'Clock, 20Th May, 1785.
Worse And Worse. During The Whole Day We Have Not Been Five Hours At
Business. Our Witnesses Are So Aged, And Many So Remote, That They
Will Not Be In Till Monday, So That, At This Rate, We Shall Eke Out
The Whole Of Next Week. I Have At No Time Been So Completely Out Of
Patience; Just Now Particularly, Being A Little Churlish With My
Headache, Which, Though Not Very Severe, Unfits Me For Any Thing But
Writing To You.
I Wrote You And The Whole Flock Last Evening, And Added A Line To You
This Morning, And Sent Off The Packet By A Mr. Brown, Who Goes By
Water, And Promised To Deliver It Him-Self. He Has Business At Old Mr.
Rutherford'S. If He Is Punctual, Don'T Forget Him In Thinking Of The
Letters. Do Say Something That Will Make Me A Little More Content With
This Vexatious Delay And Imprisonment. I Am Prompted To Write A
Hundred Things Which I Dare Not, For Fear I Shall Not Find A Safe
Conveyance: That Was Particularly The Case Last Evening And This
Morning. It Is Perhaps Fortunate, Or I Should Spend Too Much Time With
You In This Way. I Believe I Do As It Is. Adieu, A Little While. I Am
Just Going To Prepare Some Hot Punch.
Ten O'Clock.
I Have Been Till This Minute Making And Sipping Punch, And With Great
Success. It Has Thrown Me Into A Perspiration, Which Obliges Me To Go
To Bed. I Am Very Illy Reconciled To Leave You And Bid You Good-Night,
But So Says My Hard Lot.
Saturday Morning, 8 O'Clock.
I Lay Awake Till After Three O'Clock This Morning; Then Got Up And
Took A Large Dose Of Medicine. It Was Composed Posed Of Laudanum,
Nitre, And Other Savoury Drugs, Which Procured Me Sleep Till Now: Have
No Headache; Must Eat Breakfast, And Away To Court As Fast As
Possible.
Saturday Evening.
Every Thing Almost Stands Still. I Begin To Despair Of Getting Away. I
Am Sure The Whole Of Next Week Will Not Finish Our Business At The
Present Rate. To Make It More Tedious And Disagreeable, Some Of Us Are
Less Good-Humoured Than At First. Not A Line From You Since That I
Have Mentioned. I Can Find No Opportunity For This. I Am Too Vexed To
Utter One Sentiment.
Sunday, 22D May.
No Opportunity For This Scrawl Yet. I Begin To Be Tired Of Seeing It,
And Wish It Gone For This Reason; And Also, Because I Try To Persuade
Myself You Would Be Glad To Receive It.
To-Day We Have Fine Scope To Reflect How Much Better We Might Have
Employed It, Had We Been Active In Our Business Last Week. I Find The
Whole Might Have Been Finished By Yesterday (If The Witnesses On Both
Sides Had Been Ready) As Well As A Month Hence.
My Room Is A Kind Of Rendezvous For Our Side: Have Seldom, Therefore,
Time Either To Think Or Write, Unless At Night Or Early In The
Morning. Judge Yates Concludes To Give Us A Few Days Of His Company,
And To Accept Of A Room With Us. The Coming Of Le Jeune Uncertain; Not
Probably Till Fall. You Will Receive A Pail Of Butter, Perhaps, With
This. I Have Been Contracting For The Year.
Have You Done Running Up And Down Stairs? How Do You Live, Sleep, And
Amuse Yourself? I Wish, If You Have Leisure (Or, If You Have Not, Make
It), You Would Read The Abbe Mably'S Little Book On The Constitution
Of The United States. St. John Has It In French, Which Is Much Better
Than A Translation. This, You See, Will Save Me The Trouble Of Reading
It; And I Shall Receive It With Much More Emphasis Par La Bouche
D'Amour. Adieu. I Seal This Instantly, Lest I Be Tempted To Write
More. Again Adieu.
A. Burr.
Chapter XIV Pg 253From Mrs. Burr.
New-York, May 22D, 1785.
Your Letter By Mr. Bayard Was Brought Me On Saturday, And The First I
Had Received Since The One By Mr. Marvin Till To-Day. Mr. Brown Very
Punctually And Civilly Came With Your Welcome Packet Of Thursday, Nine
O'Clock. It Was Just Before Dinner; The Children Were Dispersed At
Different Employments. I Furnished The Mantelpiece With The Contents
Of The Packet. When Dinner Was Served Up They Were Called. You Know
The Usual Eagerness On This Occasion. They Were All Seated But Bartow,
When He Espied The Letters; The Surprise, The Joy, The Exclamations
Exceed Description. The Greatest Stoic Would Have Forgot Himself. A
Silent Tear Betrayed Me No _Philosopher_. A Most Joyous Repast
Succeeded. We Talked Of Our Happiness, Of Our First Of Blessings, Our
Best Of Papas. I Enjoyed, My Aaron, The Only Happiness That Could
Accrue From Your Absence. It Was A Momentary Compensation; The Only
One I Ever Experienced. Your Letters Always Afford Me A Singular
Satisfaction;--A Sensation Entirely My Own; This Was Peculiarly So. It
Wrought Strangely On My Mind And Spirits. My Aaron, It Was Replete
With Tenderness! With The Most Lively Affection. I Read And Re-Read,
Till Afraid I Should Get It By Rote, And Mingle It With Common Ideas;
Profane The Sacred Pledge. No; It Shall Not Be. I Will Economize The
Boon. I Will Limit The Recreation To Those Moments Of Retirement
Devoted To Thee. Of A Sudden I Found Myself Unusually Fatigued. I
Reflected On The Cause, And Soon Found I Had Mounted The Stairs Much
Oftener Than I Could Possibly Have Done On Any Other Occasion.
I Am Vexed With My Last Letter To You; 'Tis Impossible For Me To
Disguise A Single Feeling Or Thought When I Am Writing Or Conversing
With The Friend Of My Heart. I Hope You Have Attended Only To The Last
Paragraph, And Avoided All Unnecessary Anxiety For Her Who Wishes To
Be A Constant Source Of Pleasure To Thee. I Have Been In Good Health
Since Saturday Morning. Since Yesterday, Unusually Gay And Happy;
Anticipating A Thousand Pleasures, Studying Every Little Arrangement
That Can Contribute To Thy Comfort. This Wet Weather Is A Bar To Any
Essential Progress. The Walls Are Still Too Damp To Admit Of Either
Paint Or Paper. I Have A Bed Ready For The Judge; _Ne Vous Genez Pas
La-Dessus_. I Am Afraid Some Foolish Reflections In My Last Will
Embarrass You. Your Affection And Tenderness Has Put Them To Flight.
"Let Nothing Mar The Promised Bliss." Thy Theo. Waits With
Inexpressible Impatience To Welcome The Return Of Her Truly Beloved.
Every Domestic Joy Shall Decorate His Mansion. When Aaron Smiles,
Shall Theo. Frown? Forbid It Every Guardian Power.
Le Jeune Perplexes Me No Longer. I Am Provoked With Myself For Having
Repeated It To You. Your Dear Little Theo. Grows The Most Engaging
Child You Ever Saw. She Frequently Talks Of, And Calls On, Her Dear
Papa. It Is Impossible To See Her With Indifference. All Moves As You
Wish It. All Count The Passing Hours Till Thy Return. Remember, I Am
In Good Health And Spirits; That I Expect The Same Account Of Yours.
To Think Of Me Affectionately Is My First Command; To Write Me So, The
Second. Hasten To Share The Happiness Of Thy Much Loved And Much
Loving
Theodosia.
Chapter XIV Pg 254From Mrs. Burr.
New-York, August 28Th, 1785.
The Enclosed Was To Have Gone Yesterday, But The Intended Bearer
Disappointed Me. Young ---- And His Companions Have Just Left Us; At
Tasting Your Madeira He Pronounced You A D----D Clever Fellow. Your
Merit Increased With The Number Of Glasses; They Went Away In
Good-Humour With Themselves And The Hostess. O My Love, How Earnestly
I Pray That Our Children May Never Be Driven From Your Paternal
Direction. Had You Been At Home To-Day, You Would Have Felt As Fervent
In This Prayer As Your Theo. Our Children Were Impressed With Utter
Contempt For Their Guest. This Gave Me Real Satisfaction.
I Really Believe, My Dear, Few Parents Can Boast Of Children Whose
Minds Are So Prone To Virtue. I See The Reward Of Our Assiduity With
Inexpressible Delight, With A Gratitude Few Experience. My Aaron, They
Have Grateful Hearts; Some Circumstances Prove It, Which I Shall
Relate To You With Singular Pleasure At Your Return. I Pity A. C. From
My Heart. She Will Feel The Folly Of An Over Zeal To Accumulate.
Bartow'S Assiduity And Faithfullness Is Beyond Description. My Health
Is Not Worse. I Have Been Disappointed In A Horse; Shall Have Pharaoh
To-Morrow. Frederick Is Particularly Attentive To My Health; Indeed,
None Of Them Are Deficient In Tenderness. All Truly Anxious For Papa'S
Return; We Fix Tuesday, Beyond A Doubt, But Hope Impossibilities.
I Had A Thousand Things To Write, But The Idea Of Seeing You Banishes
Every Other Thought. I Fear Much The Violent Exertions You Are Obliged
To Make Will Injure Your Health. Remember How Dear, How Important It
Is To The Repose, To The Life Of
Theodosia.
Chapter XIV Pg 255From Mrs. Burr.
New-York, August 29Th, 1785.
As Soon As Tuesday Evening Came, I Sent Repeated Messages To Cape'S,
Who Persevered In The Answer Of There Being No Letter. I Slept Ill;
Found My Health Much Worse In The Morning; Rode Out; In Spite Of
Exercise, Continued Ill Till Your Dear Letter Was Handed Me. I
Immediately Called For Refreshment, And Imagined I Had Recovered My
Health; My Sensations Still Tell Me So. Ten Thousand Thanks For The
Best Prescription That Ever Physician Invented. I Ride Daily;
Breakfasted With Clem. Clarke This Morning, Who Has Scarce A Trait Of
Himself. He Neither Knows Nor Cares For Anybody But His Son, Who Is
Three Years And A Half Old, Fair Hair, But Not Handsome; Much
Humoured; Is Introduced As A Pet Of The First Value. Aunt More In
Temper Than Was Expected. He Dines Here To-Morrow With The Two Blakes.
I Felt No Other Compulse To Notice Them Than Your Wish.
Our Little Daughter'S Health Has Improved Beyond My Expectations. Your
Dear Theodosia Cannot Hear You Spoken Of Without An Apparent
Melancholy; Insomuch That Her Nurse Is Obliged To Exert Her Invention
To Divert Her, And Myself Avoid To Mention
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