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Reserved Till We Meet.
Your Letter Of The 17Th, And One Without Date (I Suppose The 18Th),
Came In This Evening. They Contain More Wit And Sprightliness Than You
Ever Wrote In The Same Compass, And Have Amused Me Exceedingly. But
Why Do You Diminish Their Value By Carelessness? There Is An Omission
Of One Or More Words In Almost Every Sentence. At Least I Entreat You
To Read Over Your Letters Before You Seal Them: Some Clauses Are
Absolutely Unintelligible, Though In Several I Can Guess What Word You
Intended.
Why Are You Still In Town? I Am Very Much Dissatisfied With It; For
Mr. Strong Writes Me That The Fever Is In Partition-Street. I Beg You
To Go Off With A Good Parcel Of Books To Frederick'S.
I Told Madame Senat That I Should Want The Two Front Rooms In
Partition-Street, And The Very Small Room Which Adjoins The Smallest
Of The Front Rooms; And Surely She Will Have Room Enough Without It.
Try To Arrange This So; That Is, By Asking Her If She Cannot Spare
That Room (The Large Front). Mr. Strong Writes Me That She Is Taking
Possession Of It. In That Case My Papers Will Be Moved, Which Will Be
Very Disagreeable To Me.
I Fix The 24Th Of October For My Return; If Any Very Extraordinary
Thing Should Detain Me, You Shall Be Advised Of It Seasonably. Direct
To Me At The City Of Washington Until The 10Th Of October. Tell R.
Strong The Same. I Forgot To Write It To Him.
When, You Go On Any Party From Pelham, To Brown'S Mrs. Cox'S, &C.,
Your Studies May Be Intermitted. At Least As Much Of Them As May Be
Necessary. I Am Tired, And Half Sick; A Great Cold, For Which I Shall
Lie By Here Tomorrow.
Thine,
A. Burr.
Chapter XVII Pg 378To Theodosia.
City Of Washington,
26Th September, 1795.
Since Tuesday Last I Have Been Here Much Against My Will; Arrested By
High Command; Performing Quarantine By Authority Not To Be Questioned
Or Controverted. In Plain English, I Am Sick. On Wednesday I Found One
Side Of My Face As Large As Your Uncle F.'S; Red Swollen Eyes; Ears
Buzzing And Almost Stopped; Throat So Closed As To Refuse A Passage To
Words Out Or Food In; And A Stupid Mazy-Headedness, Well Adapted To
The Brilliancy Of My Figure. Being The Guest Of My Friends Law And
Duncanson, I Receive From Them The Most Distressing Attentions, But
Especially From Miss Duncanson, A Well-Bred, Sprightly, And Agreeable
Woman. My Person Had Not, However, Till This Morning, Received Its
Last Embellishment. Alexis Came In At His Usual Hour, And Presenting
Himself At My Bedside, After Staring At Me For Half A Minute,
Exclaimed, With An Air Of Great Astonishment--_Diable!_ And Not A Word
More. _Qu'A-T-Il_, Alexis? To Which He Made Not A Word Of Reply, But
Fell To Drawing Up The Curtains; And Having Also Very Deliberately
Opened The Window-Shutters, He Returned Again To His Examination.
After Gazing For Some Time (Which I Found It Useless To Interrupt), He
_Diabled_ Two Or Three Times At Intervals Of Some Seconds, And Then
Pronounced That I Had _Ou La Petite Verole Ou La Rougeole_; And To
Convince Me, Brought A Glass. In Truth He Did Not _Diable_ Without
Reason, For My Whole Face, Neck, Hands, And Arms Are Most Bountifully
Covered With Something Like The Measles Or Rash. All These Pleasant
Appearances Seem To Be The Effects Of A Great Cold, Taken I Know Not
When Or How--
"_Nil Illi Larva Aut Tragicis Upus Esse Cothurnis._"
My Throat Is Something Better, Notwithstanding I Went Abroad
Yesterday.
Sunday, 27Th September.
I Am So Much Better To-Day, That, If The Weather Was Good, I Should
Prosecute My Journey If I Could Find The Means Of Getting On; But The
Rain, Which Is Continual And Very Heavy, Keeps Well And Sick Within
Doors.
It Is Now Ten Days Since I Have Heard From You; A Very Long Time,
Considering The Situation In Which You Was Left At The Date Of Your
Last: In A City Infected With A Mortal And Contagious Fever. I Hope,
Nay, I Persuade Myself That You Obeyed My Wishes By Escaping From It
To Pelham. The Next Mail Will Tell Me, And, I Trust, Relieve Me From
An Anxiety Which Pursues Me Day And Night.
Monday, 28Th September.
Your Letter Of The 21St, Written, I Suppose, At Dr. Brown'S, Is Just
Come In, And Relieves Me From A Weight Of Anxiety About Your Health. I
Am Sorry, However (Very Sorry), That You Are Not At Frederick'S, And
Am Not Absolutely Either Pleased Or Satisfied With The Change.
Of Attention And Tenderness You Will Receive Not Only Enough, But A
Great Deal Too Much; And An Indulgence To Every Inattention, Awkward
Habit, And Expression, Which May Lead You To Imagine Them To Be So
Many Ornaments: As To Your Language, I Shall Expect To Find It
Perfectly Infantine. As To Studies Or Lessons, I Do Not Know Which Of
Them You Allude To, As You Do Not Say What Books You Have Taken Up. If
Mr. Leshlie Is Your _Only_ Master, As I Suppose, Your Lesson Must Be
Larger Than Ever Heretofore. Your Translation Of The Comedy Into
French, If Not Finished, Must Go On; And If Finished, Something
Similar Must Be Taken Up. Some English Or French History Must Employ A
Little Of Every Day. I Hope You Will Ride On Horseback Daily If The
Weather Should Permit--Sam [6] Always With You. Visit Your Neighbours
B. B. As Often As You Please, Taking Very Great Care Not To Surfeit
The Family With Your Charming Company, Which May Happen Much Sooner
Than You Would Be Inclined To Believe.
You Ought To Be Out Of The Odyssey Before This Will Reach You,
Counting Only Two Hundred Lines A Day Since We Parted. You May Begin
The Iliad, If You Please. Since You Are At Uncle B.'S, I Will Not Now
Pretend To Inquire Into The Motives, Much Less To Censure. I Have No
Doubt But You Meant To Do The Best, And I Now Hope You Will Endeavour
To Make The Best _Of_ It, And Bad Enough That Will Be, With Respect To
All Improvement, If I Am Not Disappointed.
Pray Allot An Hour For Your Journal, And Never Let It Be A Day In
Arrear. I Shall Consider This As Occupying Usefully The Hour Which
Used To Be Hewlet'S Or Meance'S. At Any Rate, Let Me Not, On My
Return, Have Occasion To Apply To You The Motto,
"Strenua Me Exercet Inertia,"
Nor That Other Of
"Operose Nihil Agit."
But So Improve Your Time That You May With Pleasure Review And Commit
It To Journal.
----"Hoc Est, Vivere Bis, Vita Priori Frui."
And Let It, At No Very Distant Period, Be Said Of You,
"Tot, Tibi, Sunt, Ergo Dotes, Quot Sidera Coelo."
If You Should Never Deserve This, It Shall Not Be The Fault Of
A. Burr.
Chapter XVII Pg 379To Theodosia In Philadelphia.
New-York, 8Th February, 1796.
What Will You Think Of The Taste Of New-York When I Shall Tell You
That Miss Broadhurst Is Not Very Generally Admired Here? Such Is The
Fact. I Have Contributed My Feeble Efforts To Correct This Opinion.
Mat'S [7] Child Will Not Be Christened Until You Shall Be Pleased To
Indicate The Time, Place, Manner, And Name.
I Have Promised Tom That He Shall Take Me To Philadelphia If There Be
Sleighing. The Poor Fellow Is Almost Crazy About It. He Is Importuning
All The Gods For Snow, But As Yet They Don'T Appear To Listen To Him.
Your Being In The Ballette Charms Me. If You Are To Practise On
Wednesday Evening, Do Not Stay Away For The Expectation Of Receiving
Me. If You Should Be At The Ballette, I Will Go Forthwith To See You.
Adieu, Chere Fille.
A. Burr.
Chapter XVII Pg 380To Theodosia.
Philadelphia, 16Th January, 1797.
When I Write To You Oftener Than Your Turn, You Must Not Let It Be
Known, Or There Will Be Jealousy. Your Two Letters Of The 11Th And
13Th Have So Much Wit, Sprightliness, And Good Sense, That I Cannot
Delay To Tell You How Much They Pleased Me. Go On, And You Will Write
Better Than Cynthia Herself. To Aid Your Advances Towards Perfection,
I Shall Often Point Out Such Errors As Shall Appear To Me More
Particularly To Claim Your Attention.
At Present You Fail Most In Punctuation. A Very Little Thought Will
Teach Where The Sense Is Complete And A Full Period Is Proper. The
Lesser Pauses May Be Found By Reading Over Two Or Three Times What You
May Have Written. You Will Naturally Make Small Pauses Where The Sense
Shall Require It. In Spelling You Are Very Well. Always Write Your
Name With Great Care. Adieu.
A. Burr.
Chapter XVII Pg 381To Theodosia.
Philadelphia, 23D January, 1797.
You Must Not "Puzzle All Day," My Dear Little Girl, At One Hard
Lesson. After Puzzling Faithfully One Hour, Apply To Your Arithmetic,
And Do Enough To Convince The Doctor That You Have Not Been Idle.
Neither Must You Be Discouraged By One Unlucky Day. The Doctor Is A
Very Reasonable Man, And Makes All Due Allowance For The Levities As
Well As For The Stupidity Of Children. I Think You Will Not Often
Challenge His Indulgence On Either Score.
And Do You Regret That You Are Not Also A Woman? That You Are Not
Numbered In That Galaxy Of Beauty Which Adorns An Assembly-Room?
Coquetting For Admiration And Attracting Flattery? No. I Answer With
Confidence. You Feel That You Are Maturing For Solid Friendship. The
Friends You Gain You Will Never Lose; And No One, I Think, Will Dare
To Insult Your Understanding By Such Compliments As Are Most
Graciously Received By Too Many Of Your Sex.
How Unpardonably
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