CHAPTER XVII.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

New-York, July 13, 1804.

GENERAL HAMILTON died yesterday. The malignant federalists or tories,

and the imbittered Clintonians, unite in endeavouring to excite public

sympathy in his favour and indignation against his antagonist.

Thousands of absurd falsehoods are circulated with industry. The most

illiberal means are practised in order to produce excitement, and, for

the moment, with effect.

I propose leaving town for a few days, and meditate also a journey for

some weeks, but whither is not resolved. Perhaps to Statesburgh. You

will hear from me again in about eight days.

A. BURR.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

July 18, 1804.

The event of which you have been advised has driven me into a sort of

exile, and may terminate in an actual and permanent ostracism. Our

most unprincipled Jacobins are the loudest in their lamentations for

the death of General Hamilton, whom, for many years, they have

uniformly represented as the most detestable and unprincipled of

men--the motives are obvious. Every sort of persecution is to be

exercised against me. A coroner's jury will sit this evening, being

the _fourth_ time. The object of this unexampled measure is to obtain

an inquest of murder. Upon this a warrant will issue to apprehend me,

and, if I should be taken, no bail would probably be allowed. You know

enough of the temper and principles of the generality of the officers

of our state government to form a judgment of my position.

The statement [1] in the Morning Chronicle was not submitted to my

perusal, I being absent at the time of the publication. Several

circumstances not very favourable to the deceased are suppressed; I

presume, from holy reverence for the dead. I am waiting the report of

this jury; when that is known, you shall be advised of my movements.

At present I have decided on nothing. Write under cover to Charles

Biddle, Philadelphia.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

July 20, 1804.

La G. has, on a recent occasion, manifested a degree of sensibility

and attachment which have their influence on _gamp_. Her conduct is

also highly honourable to the independence of her mind, for all her

associations and connexions would lead to a different result. An

interview is expected this evening, which, if it take place, will

terminate in something definitive.

It was, indeed, a pretty ludicrous description which you received. On

the other side you may add, real good-temper and cheerfulness; a good

education, according to the estimation of the world. I shall journey

somewhere within a few days, but whither is not yet decided. My heart

will travel southward, and repose on the hills of Santee.

Adieu, my dear child.

A. BURR.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

Philadelphia, July 29, 1804.

The coroner's jury continued to the 26th (my last New-York date) to

sit and adjourn. Upon suspicion that my friends had some knowledge of

the subject, derived either from Van Ness or me, _warrants_ have

issued to bring them in to testify. Matthew L. Davis was apprehended,

and, refusing to answer, was committed to prison, where he now lies;

probably Colonel Willett is now also in jail on the same account.

Swartwout, Van Ness, and others are secreted. How long this sort of

persecution may endure cannot be conjectured.

The ferment, which was with so much industry excited, has subsided,

and public opinion begins to take its proper course.

A. BURR.

FROM JOHN SWARTWOUT.

New-York, August 2, 1804.

I was interrupted in my letter yesterday. The jury agreed to their

verdict this morning at _two_ o'clock, _viz_., wilful murder by the

hand of A. B. William P. Van Ness and Nathaniel Pendleton accessories

before the fact. The only evidence, Bishop Moore. Edward Ferris, James

Ferris, and a Mr. Milne dissented, and contemplate a protest against

the illegal conduct of the coroner. Their counsel is James Woods. At

four o'clock this morning I despatched an express to Van Ness. The

printers, you perceive, continue their malevolence through the vilest

motives; notwithstanding all this, there is a considerable reaction.

The public palate has become satiated. The Nicholsons, the Gelstons,

the Mills's, and may other demo's are rapidly travelling back to 1800.

Mr. P. called and begged that the Chronicle might still be kept

silent. He observed, that he mixed with these people, and found it to

be the true policy. Although this is not my opinion, yet we must be

governed by the advice of the majority.

The oration (by Gouverneur Morris) has displeased many republicans of

the first water. Governor Morgan Lewis speaks of the proceedings

openly as disgraceful, illiberal, and ungentlemanly. In short, a

little more noise on their side, and a little further magnanimity on

ours, is all that is necessary. In all this bustle, judicious men see

nothing but the workings of the meanest passions. The Salem Gazette

and the Boston Chronicle seem to take the most correct ground.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

Philadelphia, August 3, 1804.

The preceding is a summary of the intelligence by this day's mail. The

purport of the inquest is confirmed by a letter from J.B.P. I am

further advised that an application has been made to Governor Lewis,

of New-York, requiring him to demand me of the governor of this state,

with which Lewis will most probably be obliged to comply. I shall,

nevertheless, remain here some days (from 8 to 20), that I may the

better know the measures of the enemy. _Have no anxiety about the

issue of this business._

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Philadelphia, August 2, 1804.

Your letters of the 8th and 18th of July are received; the latter

yesterday. You must not complain or find fault if I omit to answer, or

even to write. Don't let me have the idea that you are dissatisfied

with me a moment. I can't just now endure it. At another time you may

play the Juno if you please. Your letters amuse and console me.

Continue to write with this reliance, and without the expectation of

pay in kind. I owe you no thanks for a letter if you demand prompt

payment to the full amount.

All you write of the boy represents him such as I would have him. His

refusal of the peaches reminded me of his mother. Just so she has done

fifty times, and just so I kissed her; but then I did not give her

peaches.

Nothing can be done with Celeste. There is a strange indecision and

timidity which I cannot fathom. The thing, however, is abandoned; and,

for a few months, I believe, all such things.

I shall be here for some days. How many cannot now be resolved. I am

very well, and not without occupation or amusement. Nothing would give

me so much pleasure as to hear that your time, or any part of it, is

usefully employed.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Philadelphia, August 3, 1804.

You will have learned, through Mr. Alston, of certain measures

pursuing against me in New-York. I absent myself from home merely to

give a little time for passions to subside, not from any apprehension

of the final effects of proceedings in courts of law. They can, by no

possibility, eventually affect my person. You will find the papers

filled with all manner of nonsense and lies. Among other things,

accounts of attempts to assassinate me. These, I assure you, are mere

fables. Those who wish me dead prefer to keep at a very respectful

distance. No such attempt has been made nor will be made. I walk and

ride about here as usual.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Philadelphia, August 11, 1804.

Your letter of the 25th July finds me in a moment of great occupation,

being on the point of embarking for St. Simons. Write to me on receipt

of this, and enclose to the postmaster at Darien, Georgia. The letter

to me to be addressed to A. B., at Hampton, St. Simons; and pray write

over again all you have written since the 25th, for the letters now on

the way will not be received for some time. I shall lay a plan for

meeting you somewhere, but whether I may have it in my power to visit

the high hills of Santee is doubtful; I fear improbable. They say

there is no going through the flat country at this season without

hazard of life. Consult your husband about this, and write me as above

directed. You shall hear from me the moment of my arrival anywhere;

that is, I shall write, and you may read as soon as you can get the

letter.

If any male friend of yours should be dying of ennui, recommend to him

to engage in a duel and a courtship at the same time--prob. est.

Celeste seems more pliant. I do believe that eight days would have

produced some grave event; but, alas! those eight days, and perhaps

eight days more, are to be passed on the ocean.

My love to Natalie; to her girl and your boy. I have received a very

charming letter from her, which shall be noticed when I get the other

side of you. Adieu.

A. BURR.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

Philadelphia, August 11, 1804.

Your letters of the 21st and 25th July are just now received, and I

have barely time to read them and transmit your orders to New-York

about Montalto.

My plan is to visit the Floridas for five or six weeks. I have desired

Theodosia to consult you whether there be any healthy point within a

hundred miles or so of St. Simons at which we might meet. Might I

safely travel through your low country at this season?

Theodosia fat and the boy pale are bad omens. For God's sake, or

rather for theirs, your own, and mine, hurry them off to the

mountains. I could, perhaps, as easily find you there as elsewhere.

Warrants have been issued in New-York against all those charged with

an agency in the death of General Hamilton, but no requisition or

demand has been made by the governor of that state on this or any

other, nor does it seem very probable that such demand will be

immediately made.

I am negotiating to get an assurance from authority that I shall be

bailed, on receipt of which I shall surrender.

The eastern republicans take part against the calumniators in

New-York. Swartwout is now here. He thinks the tide has already turned

in New-York. You had better open a correspondence with him.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Hampton, St. Simon's, August 28, 1804.

We arrived on Saturday evening, all well. The mail, which arrives but

once a week, had just gone. An accidental opportunity enables me to

forward this to Savannah.

I am at the house of Major Butler, comfortably settled. A very

agreeable family within half a mile. My project is to go next week to

Florida, which may take up a fortnight or ten days, and soon after my

return to go northward, by Augusta and Columbia, if I can find ways

and means to get on; but I have no horse, nor does this country

furnish one. In my letter to your husband, written at the moment of

leaving Philadelphia, I desired him to name some place (healthy place)

at which he could meet me. Enclose to "Mr. R. King, Hampton, St.

Simon's."

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

St. Simon's, August 31, 1804.

I am now quite settled. My establishment consists of a housekeeper,

cook, and chambermaid, seamstress, and two footmen. There are,

besides, two fishermen and four bargemen always at command. The

department of laundress is done abroad. The plantation affords plenty

of milk, cream, and butter; turkeys, fowls, kids, pigs, geese, and

mutton; fish, of course, in abundance. Of figs, peaches, and melons

there are yet a few. Oranges and pomegranates just begin to be

eatable. The house affords Madeira wine, brandy, and porter. Yesterday

my neighbour, Mr. Couper, sent me an assortment of French wines,

consisting of Claret, Sauterne, and Champagne, all excellent; and at

least a twelve months' supply of orange shrub, which makes a most

delicious punch. Madame Couper added sweetmeats and pickles. The

plantations of Butler and Couper are divided by a small creek, and the

houses within one quarter of a mile of each other; accessible,

however, only by water. We have not a fly, moscheto, or bug. I can sit

a whole evening, with open windows and lighted candles, without the

least annoyance from insects; a circumstance which I have never beheld

in any other place. I have not even seen a cockroach.

At Mr. Couper's, besides his family, there are three young ladies,

visitors. One of them arrived about three months ago from France, to

join a brother who had been shipwrecked on this coast, liked the

country so much that he resolved to settle here, and sent for this

sister and a younger brother. About the time of their arrival, the

elder brother was accidentally drowned; the younger went with views to

make an establishment some miles inland, where he now lies dangerously

ill. Both circumstances are concealed from the knowledge of

Mademoiselle Nicholson. In any event, she will find refuge and

protection in the benevolent house of Mr. Couper.

The cotton in this neighbourhood, on the coast southward to the

extremity of Florida, and northward as far as we have heard, has been

totally destroyed. The crop of Mr. C. was supposed to be worth one

hundred thousand dollars, and not an extravagant estimate, for he has

eight hundred slaves. He will not get enough to pay half the expenses

of the plantation. Yet he laughs about it with good humour and without

affectation. Butler suffers about half this loss. Part of his force

had been turned to rice. My travelling companion, secretary, and

aid-de-camp is Samuel Swartwout, the youngest brother of John, a very

amiable young man of twenty or twenty-one.

Now, verily, were it not for the intervention of one hundred miles of

low, swampy, pestiferous country, I would insist on your coming to see

me, all, all! Little _gamp_, and Mademoiselle Sum_tare_, and their

appendages; for they are the principals.

I still propose to visit Florida. To set off in three or four days,

and to return hither about the 16th of September; beyond this I have

at present no plan. It is my wish, God knows how ardently I wish, to

return by land, and pass a week with you; but, being without horses,

and there being no possibility of hiring or buying, the thing seems

scarcely practicable. Two modes only offer themselves--either to

embark in the kind of mail stage which goes from Darien through

Savannah, Augusta, and Columbia, to Camden, or to take a water passage

either to Charleston or Georgetown. Either of these being

accomplished, new difficulties will occur in getting from Statesburgh

northward. I must be at New-York the first week in November. Consult

your husband, and write me of these matters. Enclose to Mr. Roswell

King, which I repeat, lest my former letters should not have been

received. Our mail has just arrived, but has brought me no letter.

I erred a little in my history of the family of Mademoiselle N. There

are still two brothers here. One a man d'une certaine age. Though not

wealthy, they are not destitute of property.

Mr. C. has just now gone with his boat for the dashers who live about

thirty miles southwest on the main. He has requested me to escort

Madame C. on Sunday to his plantation on the south end of this island,

where we are to meet him and his party on Monday, and bring them home

in our coach. Madame C. is still young, tall, comely, and well bred.

I have been studying all the maps and gazetteers to discover the best

access to Statesburgh. Georgetown seems to be the nearest port; but

whether there be thence a direct road, I cannot discover. Does our

friend Doctor Blythe still reside at Georgetown? If so, I should

repose on him for the means of transportation. Desire Mari to write to

him to aid me in case I should take that route. If I should go to

Charleston, meaning to Sullivan's Island, for Charleston I shall at

this season most certainly avoid, I should put myself on General

M'Pherson, who, I hear, is now living there with his family; thence up

the Cooper river, about four miles above the town, is a ferryhouse and

tavern on the north side, and thence by Strawberry, where is the best

tavern in the state, is a very direct and beautiful road, and thence,

according to the maps, a very straight road to the high hills of

Santee. But how to get from that ferryhouse is a question I cannot

resolve. All these circumstances are mentioned that I may have your

advice, meaning that of your husband. And, after all, it is possible

that I may not be able to find a passage either to Charleston or

Georgetown, and so be obliged to sail for New-York. Will close this

letter, for to-morrow it must go to the postoffice at Darien, which is

only about twenty-two miles distant.

September 1.

In one of Mr. Alston's letters he spoke of taking you and A. B. A. to

the mountains; and, in a letter which I wrote him from Philadelphia, I

proposed to meet you in the mountains. Now, for aught which I as yet

know, it will be as easy for me to get to the mountains, or to the

Alps, or the Andes, as to Statesburgh, and therefore, as before, I

crave counsel.

Do yon recollect the second daughter of Mr. Barclay, of Philadelphia,

the sister of Nelly? She has grown up the very image of her sister. I

saw her very often while I was last in Philadelphia. She talked

perpetually of you, and made me promise that I would tell you so.

Adieu, my dear Theodosia. Remember that I have not received a letter

from you since that of the 22d or 25th of July. I forget which was the

date. I have no faith in the climate of your high hills, surrounded as

they are by noxious swamps. God bless and preserve thee.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

St. Simon's, September 3, 1804.

You see me returned from Gaston's Bluff, now called _Hamilton's

Bluff_, a London merchant, partner of Mr. Couper. We were four in the

carriage; the three ladies and myself.

Mr. Morse informs you that this island is forty-five miles long, and

that it lies north of the mouth Altamaha, commonly spelled Alatamaha.

It is, in fact, twelve and a half miles in length, and lies southeast

of that river. Its width is about two and a half miles. There are now

residing on the island about twenty-five white families. Frederica,

now known only by the name of _Old Town_, is on the west side of the

island, and about midway between its northern and southern

extremities. It was first settled by Governor Oglethorpe, and was,

about fifty years ago, a very gay place, consisting of perhaps

twenty-five or thirty houses. The walls of several of them still

remain. Three or four families only now reside here. In the vicinity

of the town several ruins were pointed out to me, as having been,

formerly, country seats of the governor, and officers of the garrison,

and gentlemen of the town. At present, nothing can be more gloomy than

what was once called Frederica. The few families now remaining, or

rather residing there, for they are all new-comers, have a sickly,

melancholy appearance, well assorted with the ruins which surround

them. The southern part of this island abounds with fetid swamps,

which must render it very unhealthy. On the northern half I have seen

no stagnant water.

Mr. Couper, with his escort of ladies, was to have met us this

afternoon, but he has sent us word that he is taken ill on the way;

that, owing to illness in the family of the ladies who were to have

accompanied him, they have been obliged to renounce the visit. We

therefore returned as we went. At Frederica and Gaston's Bluff we were

convinced that insects can subsist on this island. Moschetoes, flies,

and cockroaches abounded.

Thursday, September 6, 1804

Just returned from Darien. And what took you to Darien? To see the

plantation of Mr. Butler on an island opposite that town, and to meet

a day sooner the letters which I expected from you. In the last object

I have been again disappointed, which I ascribe wholly to the

irregularity of the mails. It is most mortifying and vexatious to be

seven weeks without hearing of you or from you, and now a whole week

must elapse before I can expect it.

You are probably ignorant that Darien is a settlement (called a town)

on the north bank of the Alatamaha, about eight miles from its mouth.

Major Butler's Island in this river is one mile below the town. It

must become a fine rice country, for the water is fresh four miles

below Major Butler's, and the tide rises from four to five feet, and

the flats or swamps are from five to seven miles in width for a

considerable distance up the river. The country, of course, presents

no scenes for a painter. I visited Little St. Simon's and several

other islands; frightened the crocodiles, shot some rice-birds, and

caught some trout. Honey of fine flavour is found in great abundance

in the woods about the mouth of the river, and, for aught I know, in

every part of the country. You perceive that I am constantly

discovering new luxuries for my table. Not having been able to kill a

crocodile (alligator), I have offered a reward for one, which I mean

to eat, dressed in soup, fricassees, and steaks. Oh! how you long to

partake of this repast.

Wednesday, September 12, 1804.

On Friday last, hearing that Mr. Couper had returned and was very

seriously ill, I took a small canoe with two boys, and went to see

him. He lay in a high fever. When about to return in the evening, the

wind had risen so that, after an ineffectual attempt, I was obliged to

give it up, and remain at Mr. C.'s. In the morning the wind was still

higher. It continued to rise, and by noon blew a gale from the north,

which, together with the swelling of the water, became alarming. From

twelve to three, several of the out-houses had been destroyed; most of

the trees about the house were blown down. The house in which we were

shook and rocked so much that Mr. C. began to express his

apprehensions for our safety. Before three, part of the piazza was

carried away; two or three of the windows bursted in. The house was

inundated with water, and presently one of the chimneys fell. Mr. C.

then commanded a retreat to a storehouse about fifty yards off, and we

decamped, men, women, and children. You may imagine, in this scene of

confusion and dismay, a good many incidents to amuse one if one had

dared to be amused in a moment of much anxiety. The house, however,

did not blow down. The storm continued till four, and then very

suddenly abated, and in ten minutes it was almost a calm. I seized the

moment to return home. Before I had got quite over, the gale rose from

the southeast and threatened new destruction. It lasted great part of

the night, but did not attain the violence of that from the north; yet

it contributed to raise still higher the water, which was the

principal instrument of devastation. The flood was about seven feet

above the height of an ordinary high tide. This has been sufficient to

inundate great part of the coast; to destroy all the rice; to carry

off most of the buildings which were on low lands, and to destroy the

lives of many blacks. The roads are rendered impassable, and scarcely

a boat has been preserved. Thus all intercourse is suspended. The

mail-boat, which ought to have passed northward last Saturday, and by

which it was intended to forward this letter, has not been heard of.

This will go by a man who will attempt to get from Darien to Savannah

on foot, being sent express by the manager of Major Butler; but how,

or whether it will go on from Savannah, is not imagined.

Major Butler has lost nineteen negroes (drowned), and I fear his whole

crop of rice, being about two hundred and sixty acres. Mr. Brailsford,

of Charleston, who cultivates in rice an island at the mouth of the

Alatamaha, has lost, reports say, seventy-four blacks. The banks and

the buildings on the low lands are greatly injured. We have heard

nothing from the southward, nor farther than from Darien northward. I

greatly fear that this hurricane, so it is here called, has extended

to the Waccama.

The illness of Mr. C., which still continues, and the effects of the

storm, have defeated all my plans. To get to Florida seems now

impracticable; nor do any present means occur of getting from this

island in any direction. Young Swartwout, who went ten days ago to

Savannah, has not returned, nor is it possible that he should very

speedily return. I have not received a letter since my arrival from

any person north of Savannah (yes, one from C. Biddle, of 19th

August), nor do I expect one for many days to come.

I had taken up another sheet to say something more, I know not what;

but the appearance of a fine sheep's-head smoking on the table has

attractions not to be resisted. _Laissez moi diner_, "and then," &c.

_Madame j'ais bien diner_, and _j'ai fait mettre mon_ writing-desk

_sur le table a diner_. What a scandalous thing to sit here all alone

drinking Champagne--and yet--(_madame je bois a votre santé et a celle

de monsieur_ votre fils)--and yet, I say, if Champagne be that

exhilarating cordial which (_je bois a la santé de Madame Sumtare_)

songs and rumour ascribe to it (_a la santé de Mademoiselle Sumtare_),

can there be ever an occasion in which its application could be more

appropriate, or its virtues more (_mais buvons a la santé de mon hôte

et bon ami_, Major Butler). By-the-by, you have no idea--how should

you have, seeing that you never heard a word about it?--you have no

idea, I was going to say, of the zeal and animation, of the

intrepidity and frankness with which he avowed and maintained--but I

forget that this letter goes to Savannah by a negro, who has to swim

half a dozen creeks, in one of which, _at least_, it is probable he

may drown, and that, if he escape drowning, various other accidents

may bring it to you through the newspapers, and then how many enemies

might my indiscretion create for a man who had the sensibility and the

honour to feel and to judge, and the firmness to avow (_a la santé de

Celeste un_ bumper toast). _La pauvre Celeste_. Adieu.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Frederica, St. Simon's, September 15, 1804.

Having very unexpectedly procured a boat, I left my house yesterday

afternoon, came hither by land, and proceed in a few minutes for St.

Mary's. It is possible that I may extend my tour to St. John's, and

even to St. Augustine's; but, if so, it will be very rapid; a mere

flight, for I propose to be at home (Hampton, St. Simon's) again in

eight days.

On the 12th I sent by a special messenger, who was to go from Darien

to Savannah on foot, my journal for the ten or fifteen days preceding,

with some account of the hurricane; but a man this day from Darien

says that our express can by no possibility reach Savannah; for that

every bridge and causeway is destroyed, and the road so filled with

fallen trees as to be utterly impassable. I apprehend that the roads

on the whole coast as far north, at least, as Cape Hatteras, are in

the same condition. If on my return I should receive intelligence

confirming those apprehensions, it will compel me to abandon the hope

of seeing you until the last of February. On this, as on all other

occasions, let me find that you exhibit the firmness which I have been

proud to ascribe to you. Let me hear that you are seriously engaged in

some useful pursuit. Let me see the progressive improvement of your

mind, and it will console me for all the evils of life.

My young friend Swartwout is still absent, and I suppose at Savannah.

It is not probable that I shall see him again before my return to

New-York.

A Mr. Bartram, of Philadelphia, travelled through Georgia and the

Floridas in 1772. His travels are published in one large octavo

volume. Procure and read it, and you will better understand what I may

write you. I promise myself much gratification in this little trip. If

an opportunity should offer for Charleston by water, I shall venture a

letter to you. This will be forwarded before my return; if not, it

will lay here. I am writing to you before sunrise, and am now summoned

to the boat (canoe).

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Hampton, St. Simon's, September 26, 1804.

I returned yesterday from my Florida excursion, about which I wrote

you on the 15th inst. The weather prevented me from going farther than

the river St. John's, about thirty miles from St. Augustine. I have

been making out for you a journal of my tour, but I still entertain a

slight hope of seeing you somewhere within a fortnight; if at all, it

will be by the 10th of October. Pray keep yourselves in readiness to

meet me at Columbia, or still more southward if I should require it.

Not a line from you or your husband since those of the 25th of July.

Your letters have either been lost in the hurricane or are now in the

mail-boat, which, by some mistake, has brought down the Darien mail

and carried it on more southward, so that it will not reach Darien

till I am off; yet I entertain a hope of finding letters at Savannah.

A boat has at length been found to take me to Savannah, and thither I

go to-morrow, or rather set out, for I shall not reach it till the

30th instant. What course I shall take thence will be determined by

what I may hear at that city. You will have a line from me as soon as

I arrive there; meaning always that the line will be written, and sent

on by the first mail, to get to you as soon as it can.

It is a fact that the Spanish ladies smoke segars. They say that a

young lady will take a few puffs and hand it to her favoured lover as

a mark of great kindness. This rumour, however, I cannot verify from

personal observation, much less have I to boast of any such favour.

But we will talk of these things if we should meet; if not, we will

write about them.

I was treated with great kindness and respect at St. Mary's, and have

everywhere experienced the utmost hospitality. My health has been

perfect and uninterrupted. God bless thee.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Savannah, October 1, 1804. Ten o'clock A.M., arrived in a storm

(northeast). They had last evening a minor hurricane here, for the

special use of this city. It overset some canoes, drowned a few

negroes, unroofed some houses, and forced in a few windows. It was the

affair of a few minutes, confined to a small space, and did no other

mischief that I learn.

My last letter to you was from St. Simon's, about the 27th ult., the

day previous to my departure. My voyage hither was full of variety,

and not of the most pleasant kind, but no accident to affect health.

My first reflection on landing was that I was one hundred miles nearer

to you; but my inquiries since my arrival afford no prospect of

getting on by land, except by the purchase of horses, to which there

is one insuperable objection. The condition of the roads has not yet

admitted of travelling northward or westward in a carriage. The mail

goes on horseback.

Not a line from any creature north of this place since I left

Philadelphia. I hear, however, that the Darien mail, which I passed at

Frederica, as mentioned with vexation in my last, had letters for me,

doubtless from you.

I was kindly interrupted in these idle regrets by visitors, who

continued in succession till dinner was announced. At the

lodging-house, where rooms were provided for me, were the governor, a

Scotch merchant, and a sea captain. In the evening a band of music

came under the window, which I supposed to be a compliment to the

governor, till one of the gentlemen who accompanied it came in and

said that a number of citizens at the door wished to see the

vice-president. Interrupted again.

Tuesday, October 2.

Firstly, your pardon is craved for this torn sheet; it was entire when

I commenced, but one half went last night to answer a note, there

being no paper in the house, and Peter abroad with my key. You have

not, I think, been introduced to Peter, my _now_ valet. It is a black

boy purchased last fall. An intelligent, good-tempered, willing

fellow, about fifteen; a dirty, careless dog, who, with the best

intentions, is always in trouble by sins of omission or commission.

The latter through inadvertence, and often through excess of zeal.

About three times a day, sometimes oftener, I get angry enough to

choke him, but his honesty and good-nature prevail. In my will, made

about the 10th of July, I recommend him to you as valet to A.B.A.

I have been this morning scouring the town and the docks in quest of

ways and means to get on. There is a packet which will sail for

Charleston on Saturday; a great way off to one so impatient as the

writer of this. No stage nor a horse to be hired. Finding that the

mail does not close till seven this evening, this letter shall be kept

open till the last moment, and shall not be closed till I have settled

some plan of getting forward, either to Statesburgh or New-York. It

will, I think, be Statesburgh. Six hours hence you shall know. Have

patience, my dear child, for six hours.

Lest I should forget it, let me now tell you that I am received with

the warmest hospitality. Notwithstanding the desolation occasioned by

the hurricane (and it is truly distressing), I have invitations which

it would require weeks to satisfy. These attentions are almost

exclusively from republicans.

Four o'clock P. M.

_Io triumphe!_ A letter; two, three letters. Two from you and one from

your husband. Since writing I have had other good luck; _viz_., two

gentlemen have offered me each an excellent horse to go as far as

Statesburgh by any route I may please. Another horse, and I am made.

Note, my young friend Swartwout is with me, and I cannot well part

with him. If another horse shall be found, I shall take the route

through Orangeburgh, as being the most direct to Statesburgh. If the

land route shall for any reason be found impracticable, I shall take

possession of a Charleston packet, and perhaps take it on to

Georgetown. By one way or the other you shall see me within ten or

twelve days. Tell Mari that his letter being received this afternoon,

and the postmaster having just now sent me word that the mail is about

to close, I can only answer him thus.

You are now to keep your ground and expect me at the hills. Pray let

A.B.A. know that _gamp_ is a black man, otherwise he may be shocked at

the appearance of A.B., who is now about the colour of Peter Yates.

Not brown, but a true quadroon yellow; whether from the effects of

climate, or travelling four hundred miles in a canoe, is no matter.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Fayetteville, October 23, 1804. I get on as usual; arrived here this

forenoon, but detained all day by some trifling repairs to the

carriage. I promised you a journal in the manner of modern travels, to

show you how such books could be made without facts or ideas. My first

four days, to wit, from Statesburgh to this place, would, I find, from

notes which I have actually taken, make about one hundred pages, and

two hundred in the manner of Rochefoucault d'Liancourt; but the labour

of so much writing has alarmed and almost discouraged me.

No more pauses, not even for weather, till Richmond, distant two

hundred miles, and proposed to be travelled in five days. I know no

person in this place but Mr. Grove, late member of Congress, who has

not called on me. Tell your husband that I have heard nothing worthy

of being communicated. Since I began to write it has begun to rain, as

if to test my determination not to be stopped by weather. Adieu, chere

T.

A. BURR.

Warrenton, October 27, 1804.

We parted at Fayetteville. The morning following I started one hour

before day, the moon showing us the way, and, at about seven or eight

in the evening, was at Raleigh, being full fifty miles. It was a hard

day's journey, and greater than will be made again on this trip. The

fatigues of the day were in some measure compensated by the very

hospitable reception which I met from the _negroes_ of the capital of

North Carolina. I reposed till nine the next morning, and came the

next day only to Louisburgh (twenty-nine miles), where I slept in the

little up-stairs room which you once occupied; but there is a new

landlord. The Jew is broke up. The wind had been two days strong at

northeast, threatening a storm, and raining a little from time to

time. Last night it came on in earnest, raining and blowing

vehemently. So I lay abed again till nine, and, after breakfasting for

two hours, set off at eleven in all the storm. At twelve it began to

snow, and continued to snow most plentifully till night. The ground

looked like the depth of winter in Albany. Poor Andrew was almost

perished; and _gamp's_ hands were nearly frozen; still we kept on, and

got here about five, being twenty-five miles. It will take me full

three days more to reach Richmond, and perhaps longer, for the roads

are so gullied as to be barely passable. This afternoon, stopping at a

tavern and calling for the hostler, the man told me that, _foreseeing_

the storm, he had sent him for a load of wood.

A gentleman who passed here yesterday says he left Major Butler on the

way, going to Georgia by land. When I sat down to write my head was

full of totally different matters; but, having gone on so far with

road incidents, the other concerns must be omitted.

My landlord has just been telling me that Swartwout passed here eight

days ago. They were three in the stage, all very apprehensive of being

overset, as they were to start at two in the morning. In the excess of

caution, they desired the landlord to give no rum to the driver. The

landlord promised, and gave orders to the barkeeper. When the driver

arrived, he called for a dram; was refused, and told the reason.

Resenting this indignity, he swore he would get drunk; went to a

store, bought rum, and got drunk. Set out at two, and overset the

stage the first hour. The passengers were bruised, but not very

seriously injured.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

Petersburgh, October 31, 1804.

I came here on the morning of the 29th, intending to stay two hours.

The hospitalities of the place have detained me three days. A party

was prepared for me on the evening of my arrival. There were present

between fifty and sixty, all pure republican. An invitation from the

republican citizens, communicated through the mayor, to a public

dinner, was made in terms and in a manner which could not be declined.

We had the dinner yesterday at the hotel. In the evening I was

attended by some fifteen or twenty to the theatre, where I was greatly

amused, particularly by Mrs. West, whom I think the best female

actress in America, not excepting Mrs. Merry.

I send you a collection of Curran's speeches, compiled, however, only

from newspapers. There is reason to hope for one more perfect, made

under the inspection of the author. Burk's history has agreeably

disappointed me. I speak from the reading of thirty or forty pages. If

it should gain your approbation, you may render him a service by

procuring him subscriptions at the meeting of your legislature. My

horses are at the door to take me to Richmond.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Richmond, October 31 (Evening), 1804.

How faithfully I return you the paper which you _lent_ me at

Statesburgh. This is the last sheet, and I think you will have

received back all but one of them.

My journey hither from Drummond, at which place you left me on

Saturday evening, the 27th, just going to bed, beside a comfortable

fire in a furnished room (what an unconscionable parenthesis), has

been very pleasant; but why and wherefore cannot now be told, because

you know it must be reserved for "The Travels of A. Gamp, Esq., A.M.,

LL.D., V.P.U.S.," &c., &c., &c., which will appear in due time.

Virginia is the last state, and Petersburgh the last town in the state

of Virginia, in which I should have expected any open marks of

hospitality and respect. You will have seen from my note of this

morning to Mr. Alston how illy I have judged.

To think of meeting with such an actress as Mrs. West in such a place.

Her voice is as sweet as Mrs. Merry's (the actress, not the other Mrs.

Merry), her manners superior. In comedy she is unequalled. They say

she excites equally in tragedy. I have no doubt but she is good at

every thing. I could make you laugh at a ridiculous embarrassment, but

I won't; nay, I dare not, for who knows but you may first see this in

the newspaper. Madam, this is Colonel B., V.P.U.S., all out loud. Sir,

this is Mrs.-----. Miss, this is, &c., &c. The players stand, and the

pit stand, and the gallery stand. No, there is no gallery. Indeed, I

don't know when I have been better entertained with a play.

I arrived here about sunset. Am to dine to-morrow with Dr. B., and,

from appearances, might be amused here a week. At the utmost I shall

stay but two days, desiring to be at Washington on Monday. I am most

comfortably lodged.

Young Dr. Rush travels with Major Butler, which I forgot to mention to

your husband. Pray exert yourself to please and amuse Major Butler.

A. BURR.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

Washington, November 5, 1804.

I arrived last evening. You will have received my two letters of the

30th ult. and 1st instant, communicating, among other things, some

information which I received on the road respecting the feelings in

Bergen county, New-Jersey. Since that a grand jury has been

_empannelled_, who have found an indictment of murder. The witness,

Parson Mason. The presiding judge, Boudinot, one of the most vehement

of vehement federalists. The particulars shall be communicated as soon

as I can find time to write them; they will furnish you with new

materials for reflection. They talk of making a demand here.

My house and furniture have been sold for about twenty-five thousand

dollars. Seven or eight thousand dollars of debts remain unpaid. My

agents have not collected any of my debts, nor sold any of the

detached lots. The library and the wine remain. They will, I think,

become your property.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Washington, November 17, 1804.

Shall I write to her to-night, or omit it till to-morrow? Oh!

to-night, dear pappy. Well, then, to-night it shall be--"_Je vous

ecris parceque je n'ai rien a faire_," &c. That's not true; fifty

unanswered letters on my table pronounce it false.

But when I deliberated about writing, it was with a view to write you

sense--grave sense. What a dull thing is sense. How it mars half the

pleasure of life, and yet how contemptible is all that has it not. Too

much sense, by which I mean only a great deal, is very troublesome to

the possessor and to the world. It is like one carrying a huge pack

through a crowd. He is constantly hitting and annoying somebody, and

is, in turn, annoyed and jostled by every one, and he must be a very

powerful man indeed if he can keep upright and force his way. Now

there appears to me to be but two modes of carrying this pack with any

tolerable comfort to the owner.

Interrupted. A very extraordinary visit; you shall hear as soon as

they go.

The visitors were a middle-aged gentleman; a man of fortune, of

family; has travelled, and been received in the first circles on both

continents; intelligent and well-informed; prompt, rapid, and

decisive. A high federalist, yet a warm and open friend of _gamp_ on

all occasions. Reputed to be insane, of which this attachment may be

deemed an evidence. Such is Mr. Y. The other, Mr. S., a very handsome,

genteel young man, who never carried a pack. They sat two hours, and

Mr. Y. was not only rational, but amusing. The only evidence of

insanity which I have heard is that he quarrels with his dear _rib_;

and if this be deemed evidence, I fear our madhouses will soon be

filled with married men. I ought to have excepted one incident, which

has been related to me as follows:----

Mr. R., a young lawyer of reputable connexions, but who had committed

some follies, called to visit Mr. Y. After sitting some time, "Mr.

R.," says Y., "it has been reported that you are a little deranged in

mind (there had, in fact, been such a report), and I have heard that

whipping has been found a sovereign remedy; indeed, in the case of the

King of England, its benefit was manifest. Now as I have a very great

regard for you, and doubt whether your friends will take the trouble

of administering this discipline, I will take it on myself to do it."

Two stout negroes were called in. The astonished R. was seized,

stripped, and tied, and most unmercifully whipped. All, however, with

the utmost composure on the part of Y., and mingled with expressions

of kindness. When R. was taken down, bloody, lacerated, and

exhausted--"Pray, sir, walk in and take a dish of tea." "No; d---n

you." "But, as you must be somewhat fatigued with the exercise,

perhaps you would prefer some brandy and water." R. walked sullenly

off, and, as soon as he had recovered, left the neighbourhood, and has

not since been heard of.

But by this digression we have lost sight of the pack. The further

discussion of that subject must be reserved for the "Book of Travels."

The "grave sense" is still further off, and must wait a more fit

occasion. As you are skilled in ancient mythology, I pray you to

inform me whether there was ever a goddess of nonsense. A god won't

serve my purpose. Momus, for instance, is a loud, boisterous, rude,

coarse fellow.

Leave off the _vice-president_, &c., in the direction of your letters.

Let it be simply A.B. or Colonel B. Tell Mari so.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Washington, December 4, 1804.

You have doubtless heard that there has subsisted for some time a

contention of a very singular nature between the states of New-York

and New-Jersey. To what lengths it may go, or how it may terminate,

cannot be predicted; but, as you will take some interest in the

question, I will state it for your satisfaction and consideration.

The subject in dispute is which shall have the honour of hanging the

vice-president. I have not now the leisure to state the various

pretensions of the parties, with the arguments on either side; nor is

it yet known that the vice-president has made his election, though a

paper received this morning asserts, but without authority, that he

had determined in favour of the New-York tribunals. You shall have due

notice of the time and place. Whenever it may be, you may rely on a

great concourse of company, much gayety, and many rare sights; such as

the lion, the elephant, &c.

On the subject of books, since I shall write to you only by this mail,

tell Mr. Alston to order out from his bookseller the British Critic

and the Edinburgh Review from their commencement, and to be continued

as they shall come out. To form a library is the work of time, and by

having these books you may select and give orders without danger of

imposition; for though I disclaim much reliance on the judgments of

the editors, yet from their extracts and remarks a pretty correct

opinion may be formed. I recommend also that you prohibit the sending

out of any folio or quarto, unless particularly ordered. Octavo is at

about half the price, and much more convenient.

I hope you read Quintilian in the original, and not in translation;

and let me entreat you not to pass a word or sentence without

understanding it. If I hear a very good account of you, Stuart shall

make a picture to please you. God bless thee.

A. BURR.

TO JOSEPH ALSTON.

Washington, December 15, 1804.

The trial of Judge Chace will not come on before the middle of

January. He is summoned to appear the 2d January. I regret extremely

that you cannot be present.

Biddle and Dallas have written a joint letter to Governor Bloomfield,

of New-Jersey, urging a nol. pros. in the case of the vice-president.

Dallas has, throughout this business, behaved with an independence,

and open, active zeal which I could not have expected, and to which I

had no personal claim.

The leading republican members of the United States Senate have

addressed a similar joint letter to the governor. Many individuals of

the same _sect_ co-operate in the measure, and have expressed their

opinions by letter and in conversation. Nothing final and favourable

will promptly be done. On the other hand, nothing hostile will be

attempted. I enclose you the articles of impeachment against Judge

Chace, as agreed upon.

A. BURR.

TO THEODOSIA.

Washington, December 31, 1804.

Being the last time I shall write 1804. Now, how much wiser or better

are we than this time last year? Have our enjoyments for that period

been worth the trouble of living? These are inquiries not wholly

congenial with the compliments of the new year, so we will drop them.

You would laugh to know the occupation of my New Year's eve. It cannot

be written, but it shall at some time be told.

I propose to move my quarters to-morrow, and the confusion has already

commenced, and even pervades this letter. Mrs. Merry arrived a few

days ago, and looks extremely well. Madame Turreau is supposed to be

lost or captured. Mr. Chace's trial will not come on till after the

middle of January. Peter Van Ness, the father of General John P., died

on the 23d instant. He has left his sons about forty thousand dollars

apiece.

Madame, when I enclose you a book or paper, be pleased, at least, to

let me know that you or your husband have read it. Pretty business,

indeed, for me to be spending hours in cutting and folding pamphlets

and papers for people who, perhaps, never open them. Heaven mend you.

A. BURR.

Footnotes:

1. The statement made by William P. Van Ness, Colonel Burr's second.

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