[Letter from Elizabeth Upshur Teackle to her sister, Ann Upshur Eyre, October 6, 1810]
Mentioned in this letter
- Home, Health, and Social Life
Gardening - Vegetables
Health - Death
Health - Disease and illness
Health - Remedies and Medicine
Weddings
- People
- Bayly, Thomas Monteagle, 1775-1834
Chauncey, Henrietta Teackle, 1780-1832
- Eyre, Ann Upshur, 1780-1829
- Eyre, John, 1768-1855
- Eyre, Margaret Taylor, 1739-1812
- Jackson, George Wilson, 1780-
- Jones, Arnold Elzey, 1785-1839
- Lyon, Sarah Eyre, 1770-1813
Teackle, Elizabeth Upshur, 1783-1837
Teackle, Littleton Dennis, 1777-1848
About this letter
- Description
- Letter from Elizabeth Upshur Teackle to her sister, Ann Upshur Eyre. She discusses the importance of writing, their friend Christiana's health, and family news.
- Creator
- Teackle, Elizabeth Upshur
- Creation Date
- October 6, 1810
- Subjects
- Teackle, Elizabeth Upshur, 1783-1837
- Eyre, Ann Upshur, 1780-1829
- Item Type
- letter
- Identifier
- MSS 2338, 2338-a, 2338-b Box 1
- Publication Information
- Papers of the Quinby, Teackle, and Upshur families, 1759-1968, Accession #2338, Special Collections, University of Virginia Library, University of Virginia, Charlottesville, Va.
- Institution
- Albert and Shirley Small Special Collections Library
- Collection
- Voices of the Eastern Shore
- Place Names
- United States - Maryland - Somerset County - Princess Anne
- United States - Virginia - Northampton County
6th Oct. 1810 P.A.
Dearest girl
I do thank you from the very bottom of my soul for writing, knowing, as I do, the many supd obstacles you have had to encounter amongst the number, dear one, you know your laziness as a scribbe is not the least powerful of the genii, who govern, wondireful spells, the bright host of your airy brain, and often deny to your friends those effusions of thou[ght], which in absence, are most dear to those who [torn page] you. Those who can most easily call into action the bright coruscations1 of colloquial talent, [wr?] [torn page] often appal’d at the dull, mechanical exertions necessary to bring their ideas to the distant [torn page] of friendship and those minds the most liber[ally] endow’d by nature, crowded with active [ea?] revolt at the slow medium of letters, for the expression of their multifarious conceits. [torn page] we often see the finest geniuses living on[ly] for the purposes of present pleasure, and of aught but the enjoyment of a transitory [re]nown, amongst their delighted companions, who only retain by a sense of general gratification the recollection of talents whose fame shou’d be transmitted, at least, to their grandchildren talents which by producing through the [torn page] of the industrious letter writer a regal system [torn page]
[torn page]rsation, long continue to give to her friends even after death, the splend[id] fruits of her imagination, matured by reflection, and polish’d, and adorn’d, a judicious selection of elegant language, which a closest only, can make perfect. As my pen moves over the paper, my belov’d sister, fresh inexhaustable arguments flow to my mind to convince you how much I value your letter; [ho]w much the writing of them is due to your [torn page]ame. Can I use a stronger one than this?
Poor Christiana! Her protracted illness tells me in plain language that she has not been attentive to the advice I gave her on parting. She has not taken her medicine, I know, and she deserves a severe scold, and if I were this moment at her pillow, tying on her night cap, or [g]reasing her poor ancles, I’d give it her, round [sc]rape. Tell her so. Tell her from me, that [to]day she must throw in the bark” manfully, perhaps, in a little time a fresh course of "phlebotomy,” blistering, puking &c will be the inevitable consequence.
Your whimsical dolours, as you have humorously described them to me, at once excite my pity & visibility. You may [torn page] exclaim with Mrs. Betty Brown in the
beggar girl, “will my sufferens ne[torn page] have an end,” or else, your ideas taking a n[torn page] philosophical turn, exclaim with the poet “What is this world? Thy school oh misery! She who knows not that, was born for naught." I think I have also somewhere read this piece of palatable advice. “School thyself in adversity”. This is a knotty lesson, and in my opinion suits a Zeno tur[torn page] not to feel better than as disciples of Epicurus whose sweetest tone is taught in Pleasure’s on [torn page]ing doctrines.
I have enclosed for brother John a new parody of the willow taken from [torn page] famous story of Ruth which amused him [covered page] much when we were discussing it. [The?] bitter flirtation with Apollo was an inte[torn page] between the winding an hank of cotton, and flourishing off, of a rose on my new ledger. I have also an answer to it, but bethink me of my fame for modesty, and this being rather of the dingy cast, I choose to withhold it.
Retta and I have commenced a course of historical reading, and taking all together, spend our time pretty humdrumically and pleasant. Uninterrupted by those little adventures arising from
too social circle. Most of our neighbors are [in ang]uish, but thank god our family is tolerably [torn page]ree from disease. You may tell Mr. Eyre that our county hast sent 4 federal members to the assembly. Messrs. Jackson, Arnold Jones, T. Bayly & L. Dennis Junr. The chaps arriv’d at home the next day after leaving Mr Savage’s from Mr Wilson’s in a day.
Mr Teackle set out for Baltimore on the 2d Inst. Retta and I, you see, have a [c]lear house.
Take care of my cucumber seed. I left them also my tortoise shell dressing comb.
I receiv’d an invitation to Henrietta’s wedding, which will be about the 15th of this month, per last mail. I am tired of riding and gadding. So did not go. I recollect now, I left my umbrella & large white plain brio turban.
Retta’s best love with mine to mama, brother and your self. Sally, I suppose has commenc’d her adventures Northernly.
God bless you
Give my love to Christiana and tell her by next mail I shall write to her, & shou’d have done it now but am afraid the sending of it wou’d afford her little pleasure in her weak state.