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I do very cordially sympathize with M⟨rs⟩ Washington in the uneasiness I can easily suppose She must necessarily be ⟨un⟩der during this State of Suspence. Her Son was, last Monday Ev’ning, inno⟨cu⟩lated in Baltimore: and tho’ there really be in his Favour Every Thing ⟨th⟩at could be wish’d for, yet, I know She will be anxious & impatient till it be over. All I can do to ensure Success She may...
I do not recollect that Mastr Custis has had any Return of the Pain in his Stomach, which I told You I suspected to be occasioned by Worms: but as it is but too probable that He may have a little of the Ague & Fever in This or the next Month, this Complaint it is not unlikely, may return; and if it does, in any considerable Degree, Dr Mercer shall be consulted. Mastr Custis is a Boy of so...
I now take the Liberty of enclosing to You Mr Custis’s Account for the Year & half that He has spent in Maryland. Undoubtedly, it makes a formidable Appearance, and, at first View, may go nigh to Scare You: I cannot, however, believe, that, when You come to descend to Particulars, You will think it very extravagant, unless it be in the Article of Clothes, which He got by your Permission. I...
I feel much Heart-felt Satisfaction in having it in my Power to inform You that Mr Custis is now out of all Danger of the Small-Pox, in Dr Stephenson’s own Phrase, He cannot now die if He would. I have been with Him all this Week, & shou’d not yet have left Him, but that I knew You wou’d wish & expect an Acc’t—& I cou’d only give one, by coming down hither, to catch the Post that sets out this...
I thank You much for your Intimations respecting Master Custis. Were all Those who have the Care & Direction of Children as attentive to their real Interests, We shou’d not have so many Complaints of Children spoil’d by Parental Indulgence. It is not without much Concern I own to You, that your Sentimts of this young Gentleman have, for some Time, been my own. I have observ’d his growing...
I am much concern’d for Mastr Custis’s Indisposition, wc. yet I foresaw, & shd have told You so, as I did Him, had I not been unwell at the Time He left us. He is fond of Fruit, & wt is worse for Him, He is fond of Cucumbers; & to These, I doubt not, in a grt Measure, He owes his bilious Complaints. A better Air, & stricter Attention, I trust, will soon restore Him to his former Health. I did...
I think myself much obliged to You for the flattering Preference given Me, in thinking Me a proper person to undertake the Direction of Mastr Custis’s Education. And I will not hesitate to confess to You, that it wou’d mortify Me not a little to be depriv’d of so acceptable an Opportunity of obtaining some Credit to Myself, which I flatter myself there wou’d be no Danger of, from so promising...
The Season of Suspence, I thank God, is now over & Mrs Washington, without the Fears that wou’d have been unavoidable during a State of Uncertainty, will have the Pleasure of learning from undoubted Authority, that her Son is happily & easily releas’d from a formidable Disorder, without hardly one Mark to tell that He ever had it. He is as well as ever He was in his Life: indeed has such...
It gives Me infinite Uneasiness to find myself under a Necessity of making a disagreeable application to You; but so am I circumstanced that this is almost my last Resort, to preserve Me from a very distressg Situa[tio]n. Doubtless, You have heard of the calamitous Fate of poor Mrs Campbell. At the Best, her Situa[tio]n was piteous; but it was rendered much more so by her being deserted by...
I congratulate You, & the World with Us, on our Restoration to a temperate Zone: for, in Truth, We have had a kind of a Greenland Winter. And, for my own Part, I own to You, I now have a much stronger Idea of the Nature of a Winter pass’d in a Cave, than I could ever have learn’d from Books alone. I sometimes almost regretted, We could not become quite torpid, & sleep out the whole dreary...