A girl's life eighty years ago : $b Selections from the letters of Eliza Southgate BowneBowne, Eliza Southgate
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A girl's life eighty years ago : $b Selections from the letters of Eliza Southgate Bowne
Bowne, Eliza Southgate
Bowne, Eliza Southgate, 1783-1809; United States -- Social life and customs -- 1783-1865
One man appeared to take the lead and played on several
different instruments, and to my great astonishment I saw the famous
musician enter the breakfast room this morning with the razor-box in
his hand to shave some of the gentlemen. Judge of my surprise; and
some one mentioned he had just been fixing a watch down-stairs.
Yesterday, Daddy Thomas (who is a head one, and who comes to the
tavern every few hours to see if there are any strangers who wish to
visit the buildings) conducted us all round. We went to the
Schools,—first was merely a _sewing school_, little children, and a
pretty single sister about 30, with her white skirt, white, short,
tight waistcoat, nice handkerchief pinned outside, a muslin apron and
a close cambric cap, of the most singular form you can imagine. I
can’t describe it; the hair is all put out of sight, turned back
before, and no border to the cap, very unbecoming but very singular,
tied under the chin with a pink ribbon,—blue for the married, white
for the widows. Here was a Piano-forte, and another sister teaching a
little girl music. We went thro’ all the different schoolrooms—some
misses of 16,—their teachers were very agreeable and easy, and in
every room was a Piano. I never saw any embroidery so beautiful;
Muslin they don’t work. Make artificial flowers very handsome, paper
baskets, etc. At the single Sisters’ house we were conducted round by
a fine lady-like woman, who answered our questions with great
intelligence and affability. I think there were 130 in this house;
their apartments were perfectly neat,—the Dormitory or sleeping-room
is a large room in the upper part of the building, with “Dormont”
opposite the whole length. A lamp suspended in the middle of the
ceiling, which is kept lighted all night; and there were 40 beds, in
rows, only one person in each,—they were of a singular shape, high and
covered, and struck me like people laid out—dreadful! the lamp and
altogether seemed more like a nunnery than any thing I had seen. One
sister walks these sleeping-rooms once an hour thro’ the night. We
went to a room where they keep their work for sale,—pocket-books, pin
balls, Toilette cushions, baskets, artificial flowers, etc., etc. We
bought a box full of things, and left them much pleased with the
neatness and order which appeared thro’out. The situation of the place
is delightful. The walks on the banks of the Lehigh and the mountains
surrounding—’tis really beautiful. The widows’ house and young men’s
is similar to the one described; there were many children at the
school, from Georgia, Montreal, and many other places as far. There
are some genteel people from Georgia at the tavern where we are, and
Philadelphia. We intended leaving here for Philadelphia to-day, but it
rains. We shall spend a few days there and go to Long Branch. If the
alarm of the fever[61] continues in New York we shall not return there
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