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Can Be Due From
Your Friend And Obedient Servant,
A. Burr.
Chapter XVIII Pg 410In January, 1801, Colonel Burr'S Daughter Theodosia Was Married To
Joseph Alston, Esq., Of South Carolina. Mr. Alston Was In His
Twenty-Second, Miss Burr In Her Eighteenth Year. He Was A Gentleman Of
Talents And Fortune, And A Few Years After His Marriage Was Chosen
Governor. Some Opinion Of His Style Of Writing May Be Formed By His
Defence Of Early Marriages; While That Portion Of His Letter Which
Relates To His Native State Cannot Be Uninteresting To South
Carolinians.
Chapter XVIII Pg 411Theodosia Burr To Joseph Alston.
New-York, January 13Th, 1801.
I Have Already Written To You By The Post To Tell You That I Shall Be
Happy To See You _Whenever You Choose;_ That I Suppose Is Equivalent
To _Very Soon;_ And That You May No Longer Feel Doubts Or Suspicions
On My Account, I Repeat The Invitation By A Packet As Less Dilatory
Than The Mail; But For All These Doubts And Suspicions I Will Take
Ample Revenge When We Meet.
I Yesterday Received Your Letter Of The 26Th Of December, And Am
Expecting Your Defence Of Early Marriages To-Day. My Father Laughs At
My Impatience To Hear From You, And Says I Am In Love; But I Do Not
Believe That To Be A Fair Deduction, For The Post Is Really Very
Irregular And Slow--Enough So To Provoke Anybody.
We Leave This For Albany On The 26Th Inst., And Shall Remain There
Till The 10Th February. My Movements Will After That Depend Upon My
Father And _You_. I Had Intended Not To Marry This Twelvemonth, And In
That Case Thought It Wrong To Divert You From Your Present Engagements
In Carolina; But To Your Solicitations I Yield My Judgment. Adieu. I
Wish You Many Returns Of The Century.
14Th January.
I Have Not Yet Received Your Promised Letter; But I Hope It May Be
Long In Proportion To The Time I Have Been Expecting It. The Packet
Has Been Delayed By Head-Winds, But Now That They Are Fair She Will
Have A Quick Passage; At Least Such I Wish It. Adieu, Encore.
Theodosia.
Chapter XVIII Pg 412Joseph Alston To Theodosia Burr.
Charleston, S. C. December 28Th, 1800.
Aristotle Says "That A Man Should Not Marry Before He Is
Six-And-Thirty:" Pray, Mr. Alston, What Arguments Have You To Oppose
To Such Authority? Hear Me, Miss Burr.
It Has Always Been My Practice, Whether From A Natural Independence Of
Mind, From Pride, Or What Other Cause I Will Not Pretend To Say, Never
To Adopt The Opinion Of Any One, However Respectable His Authority,
Unless Thoroughly Convinced By His Arguments; The "Ipse Dixit," As
Logicians Term It, Even Of Cicero, Who Stands Higher In My Estimation
Than Any Other Author, Would Not Have The Least Weight With Me; You
Must Therefore, Till You Offer Better Reasons In Support Of His
Opinion Than The Grecian Sage Himself Has Done, Excuse My Differing
From Him.
Objections To Early Marriages Can Rationally Only Arise From Want Of
Discretion Or Want Of Fortune In The Parties; Now, As You Very Well
Observe, The Age Of Discretion Is Wholly Uncertain, Some Men Reaching
It At Twenty, Others At Thirty, Some Again Not Till Fifty, And Many
Not At All; Of Course, To Fix Such Or Such A Period As The Proper One
For Marrying, Is Ridiculous. Even The Want Of Fortune Is To Be
Considered Differently, According To The Country Where The Marriage Is
To Take Place; For Though In Some Places A Fortune Is Absolutely
Necessary To A Man Before He Marries, There Are Others, As In The
Eastern States For Example, Where He Marries Expressly For The Purpose
Of Making A Fortune.
But, Allowing Both These Objections Their Full Force, May There Not Be
A Single Case That They Do Not Reach? Suppose (_For Instance, Merely_)
A Young Man Nearly Two-And-Twenty, Already Of The _Greatest_
Discretion, With An Ample Fortune, Were To Be Passionately In Love
With A Young Lady Almost Eighteen, Equally Discreet With Himself, And
Who Had A "Sincere Friendship" For Him, Do You Think It Would Be
Necessary To Make Him Wait Till Thirty? Particularly Where The Friends
On Both Sides Were Pleased With The Match.
Were I To Consider The Question Personally, Since You Allow That
"Individual Character" Ought To Be Consulted, No Objection Clearly
Could Be Made To My Marrying Early.
From My Father'S Plan Of Education For Me, I May Properly Be Called A
Hot-Bed Plant. Introduced From My Infancy Into The Society Of Men,
While Yet A Boy I Was Accustomed To Think And Act Like A Man. On Every
Occasion, However Important, I Was Left To Decide For Myself; I Do Not
Recollect A Single Instance Where I Was Controlled Even By Advice; For
It Was My Father'S Invariable Maxim, That The Best Way Of
Strengthening The Judgment Was To Suffer It To Be Constantly
Exercised. Before Seventeen I Finished My College Education; Before
Twenty I Was Admitted To The Bar. Since That Time I Have Been
Constantly Travelling Through Different Parts Of The United States; To
What Purpose I Leave You To Determine.
From This Short Account Of Myself You May Judge Whether My Manners And
Sentiments Are Not, By This Time, In Some Degree Formed.
But Let Us Treat The Subject Abstractedly; And, As We Have Shown That
Under Particular Circumstances No Disadvantages Result From Early
Marriages, Let Us See If Any Positive Advantages Attend Them.
Happiness In The Marriage State, You Will Agree With Me, Can Only Be
Obtained From The Most Complete Congeniality Of Mind And Disposition,
And The Most Exact Similarity Of Habits And Pursuits; Now, Though
Their Natures May Generally Resemble, No Two Persons Can Be Entirely
Of The Same Mind And Disposition, The Same Habits And Pursuits, Unless
After The Most Intimate And Early Association; I Say Early, For It Is
In Youth Only The Mind And Disposition Receive The Complexion We Would
Give Them; It Is Then Only That Our Habits Are Moulded Or Our Pursuits
Directed As We Please; As We Advance In Life They Become Fixed And
Unchangeable, And Instead Of Our Governing Them, Govern Us. Is It Not
_Therefore_ Better, Upon Every Principle Of Happiness, That Persons
Should Marry Young, When, Directed By Mutual Friendship, Each Might
Assimilate To The Other, Than Wait Till A Period When Their Passions,
Their Prejudices, Their Habits, &C. Become So Rooted That There
Neither Exists An Inclination Nor Power To Correct Them? Dr. Franklin,
A Very Strong Advocate For My System, And, I Think, At Least As Good
Authority As Aristotle, Very Aptly Compares Those Who Marry Early To
Two Young Trees Joined Together By The Hand Of The Gardener;
"Trunk Knit With Trunk, And Branch With Branch Intwined,
Advancing Still, More Closely They Are Join'D;
At Length, Full Grown, No Difference We See,
But, 'Stead Of Two, Behold A Single Tree!" [1]
Those, On The Other Hand, Who Do Not Marry Till Late, Say "Thirty,"
For Example, He Likens To Two Ancient Oaks;
"Use All Your Force, They Yield Not To Your Hand,
But Firmly In Their Usual Stations Stand;
While Each, Regardless Of The Other'S Views,
Stubborn And Fix'D, It'S Natural Bent Pursues!" [2]
But This Is Not All; It Is In Youth That We Are Best Fitted To Enjoy
That Exquisite Happiness Which The Marriage State Is Capable Of
Affording, And The Remembrance Of Which Forms So Pleasing A Link In
That Chain Of Friendship That Binds To Each Other Two Persons Who Have
Lived Together Any Number Of Years. Our Ideas Are Then More Refined;
Every Generous And Disinterested Sentiment Beats Higher; And Our
Sensibility Is Far More Alive To Every Emotion Our Associate May Feel.
Depend Upon It, The Man Who Does Not Love Till "Thirty" Will Never,
Never Love; Long Before That Period, He Will Become Too Much Enamoured
Of His Own Dear Self To Think Of Transferring His Affections To Any
Other Object. He May Marry, But Interest Alone Will Direct Him In The
Choice Of His Wife; Far From Regarding Her As The Sweetest Friend And
Companion Of His Life, He Will Consider Her But As An Unavoidable
Encumbrance Upon The Estate She Brings Him. And Can You Really Hope,
My Theodosia, With All Your Ingenuity, To Convince Me That Such A
Being Will Enjoy Equal Happiness In Marriage With Me? With Me, About
To Enter Into It With Such Rapture; Who Anticipate So Perfect A
_Heaven_ From Our Uniting In Every Study, Improving Our Minds
Together, And Informing Each Other By Our Mutual Assistance And
Observations? No--I Give You Full Credit For Your Talents, But There
Are Some Causes So Bad That Even You Cannot Support Them.
Enough, However, Of This Topic Till We Meet; I Have Already Given You
A Volume Of Nonsense Upon It.
Now For The Fable, I Cannot Call It Description, Your "Dear Friends"
Have Given You Of This State. "The Country," They Say, Because Of The
Marshy Grounds, "Is Rendered Continually Unhealthy With Fever And
Agues." One Would Really Conclude From This That We Were A Good
Representation Of A Meeting Of _Shaking Quakers_. Alas! Beautiful And
Romantic Hills Of Carolina, Which The Delighted Traveller So Often
Stops To Admire; Fair And Fertile Plains Interspersed With Groves Of
The Orange, The Lemon, And The Myrtle, Which Fling Such Healthful
Fragrance To The Air, Where Are Ye Fled? Has Some Earthquake, Some
Sudden And Dreadful Concussion Of Nature, Ingulfed You? No! You Still
Remain For The Delight And Ornament Of Our Country; You Have Lost
Existence Only In The Imagination Of Some Beau Or Belle Of New-York;
Who, Ignorant Of The Geography And Appearance Of The Most Celebrated
States, Believes Every Other Place Except The Park And The Battery A
Desert Or A Marsh. But Let Us Proceed:--"As To Charleston, An Annual
Epidemic, Joined To The Yells Of Whipped Negroes, Which Assail Your
Ears From Every House, And The Extreme Heat, Make It A Perfect
Purgatory!" What! Is Charleston, The Most Delightfully Situated City
In America, Which, Entirely Open To The Ocean, Twice In Every
Twenty-Four Hours Is Cooled By The Refreshing Seabreeze, The
Montpelier Of The South, Which Annually Affords An Asylum To The
Planter And The West-Indian From Every Disease, Accused Of Heat And
Unhealthiness?--Island Of Calypso, Where Reigned Perpetual Spring! May
We Not, After This, Expect Thy Flower-Enamelled Fields To Be
Metamorphosed Into Dreary Wastes Of Snow, And The Sweet Concerts Of
The Feathered Choir, Which Elysionized Thy Woods, Converted Into The
Howling Of The Tiger, Or The Horrid Bark Of
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