[Letter from Elizabeth Upshur Teackle to her sister, Ann Upshur Eyre, November 30, 1813]
Mentioned in this letter
- Business, Economy, and Travel
- Travel
- Education, Religion, Literacy, and Culture
- Duels
- Historic Homes and Places
- Teackle Mansion
- Home, Health, and Social Life
- Food - Meat
- Gossip
- Health
- Health - Disease and illness
- Holidays and Observances
- Home expenses
About this letter
- Description
- Letter from Elizabeth Upshur Teackle to sister, Ann Upshur Eyre. She writes that George Wilson heard from Caleb Upshur that she had written unkind words about a duel Wilson was in. Wilson then went to Mr. Teackle and complained. She asks Ann to be more careful sharing her writing with others and to remember some things should be kept to themselves. She also talks about the health of Anne Billings Steele Upshur and her daughter Virginia Upshur. She says her husband, Littleton D. Teackle will be leaving for Annapolis tomorrow.
- Creator
- Teackle, Elizabeth Upshur
- Creation Date
- November 30, 1813
- 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
30th Nov. 13.
My dear sister
I have suffer’d great uneasiness on account of Ann Upshur and Virginia since I was inform’d by Mr. George Wilson that Ann was extremely ill, and that the child’s life was despair’d of. He says that Arthur told him so. I shall endeavor, soon after Christmas, to go down, which I have lately pin’d upon, unless you propose coming up, in which case I shall go down with you when you return, but if you do come up before that time, which I sincerely wish you cou’d (that is before Christmas) it wou’d suit me better, as I cou’d make you stay with me until all my work was done and then go down at our leisure. This proposition is made in a hope that fears exaggerated Ann’s illness, and that she may be well enough for you to leave her and the little one. If I hear from you by today’s mail that their situations are really so dangerous, I shall get off as soon as I possibly can get my affairs arranged to leave home. I expect my pork is rather sooner this year than is usual, all of which I am under the necessity of seeing secured before I leave home, and at all events must stay to meet the payments for it. I hope that Mr. E and yourself have experienced no additional indisposition since I heard, moreover, and that you are both quite well
Speaking of Mr. Geo. Wilson reminds me of some trouble I have been in with him, much against my intention. He heard from Caleb Upshur that I had written to you; in the most severe manner had ridiculed him and his business about the duel, and placed the whole affair in so ridiculous a light that his friends Mr. B. Handy and Doctor Wilson took it up as a serious matter and inform’d him of it, and that Caleb told these gentlemen that you had said that you received a letter from a lady in Somerset (who was very competent to place the matter in the most stinkingly ridiculous point of view) and then that you repeated in a large company parts of this letter which I know must have been mine. I had no earthly intention of hurting this young gentleman’s feelings or that my sportive remarks shou’d have been made publick. Indeed from my other remarks, you may have seen that I felt a real concern and sympathy for him as I said that I thought he had been shamefully abused. Indeed, Mr. W. repeated great parts of my letter to Mr. Teackle, verbatim and declared it destroy’d all his happiness while he was down. I can’t account why cousin Caleb should be so thoughtless as to mention this trifling business to Mr. Handy and Doctor Wilson: he must have seen if he reflected, that what is written and divulged to a select few, shou’d not be told out of court As to you my
dear I can account for your speaking of it. You thought it was witty and did not reflect that whilst you were blazoning my wit, that the shaft might possibly be turned against myself. Wit is a dangerous thing and so is ridicule. It almost always recoils to the propeller, so that on the whole it is safer to have a character for good natured obtusity than for good natured acuteness—because, with the best intentions in the world, your sharp pointed wits may some times wound, accidentally, when you are only aiming to amuse your auditors by showing off their manual exercise in sport: and sometimes, when one is shooting at an insensible palpable mark, the shot may pass by it and hit where it is not intended, hurting some tenacious body most susceptible of feeling, and deserving its sting. In this case, those who deserve it most are always most indignant at the injury, and those persons being generally not possessed of the same weapon to defend themselves, are conscious of it, and have recourse to more mortal retaliation. Thus, for having inflicted a flesh wound with a needle, you lay yourself liable to a bludgeon in the dark when you are not prepared to meet the blow; we must, however, be more careful hereafter how we run our tilts. Or if we do sport to keep our armour bright, it must be under the rose, or, in other words, you and I must pass our little amusements to ourselves. When ever I write you a witty sportive letter you must laugh at it by yourself and doing violence to your affectionate
and partial pride in your acute sister’s talents, forbear to boast of them or at least do not quote me. God help this world! Where it is necessary, in direct opposition to Holy Writ, to hide your candle under a bushel. I would not have you let this affair give you any uneasiness, as Mr W. is satisfied with the explanation my husband gave him. And I shall explain further to him when I see him, which will be today probably. Upon my honor, I had no intention of wounding him. Nor do I think, if cooly considered my letter touch’d him on that score at all. I should be glad you’d send me this same naughty letter of mine, enclosed, by the mail.
We are all well, thank God! I am getting quite en bon point1 and think my head is not so bad as it was. My good man is in excellent spirits and all seems to go well. He is off tomorrow for Annapolis. I wish to heaven I cou’d have the same good news from you all my dearest friends. I think more of you than you think.
I wrote you last mail. We have had a great deal of company lately, and with a great deal of business, naturally the consequence of the approaching Christmas, I have been stirring my stumps to some tune: but I think it has help’d my health, as I have not felt so well for 3 years.
God Almighty bless you!