 | Letters of Mrs. Adams, |  |
TO MRS. SMITH.
I would tell you that I had an ague in my face, and
a violent toothache, which has prevented my writing
to you all day; but I am determined to brave it out
this evening, and inquire how you do. Without
further complaint, I have become so tender, from
keeping so much in a warm chamber, that, as soon
some new pain or ache.
On Friday evening last, I went with Charles to
the drawing-room, being the first of my appearance
in public. The room became full before I left it,
and the circle very brilliant. How could it be otherwise,
when the dazzling Mrs. Bingham and her
beautiful sisters were there; the Misses Allen, and
Misses Chew; in short, a constellation of beauties?
I am serious when I say so, for I really think them
what I describe them. Mrs. Bingham has certainly
given laws to the ladies here, in fashion and elegance;
their manners and appearance are superior;
to what I have seen. I have been employed, for
several days last week, in returning visits. Mrs.
Powell, I join the general voice in pronouncing a
very interesting woman. She is aunt to Mrs. Bingham,
and is one of the ladies you would be pleased
with. She looks turned of fifty, is polite and fluent
as you please, motherly and friendly.
I have received many invitations to tea and cards,
in the European style, but have hitherto declined
them, on account of my health and the sickness of
your brother. I should like to be acquainted with
these people, and there is no other way of coming at
many of them, but by joining in their parties; but
the roads to and from Bush Hill are all clay, and, in
open weather, up to the horses' knees; so you may
suppose that much of my time must be spent at
home; but this, you know, I do not regret, nor is it
any mortification to me. If I could send for you, as
my pleasure and happiness. Mrs. Otis comes frequently,
and passes the day with me, and yesterday I
had the whole family to keep Christmas with me.
The weather is winter in all respects, and such a
plain of snow puts out my eyes. We have a warm
side, as well as a cold one, to our house. If there is
any thing we can do for you, let me know. You
cannot regret your separation more than I do, for
morn, noon, and night, you rest upon the mind and
heart of your ever affectionate
| Letters of Mrs. Adams, | |