Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
History
Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
Litchfield Female Academy (Conn.) -- History
This then is the state of the case—that that faculty or quality or
ingredient or component part of the human mind which is called
reason—is not brought into operation by the act of _adonisationizing_
the legs with pantaloons, but on the contrary nature & natural feeling
are the sole agents in the deed—& the discrepancy which exists between
the government of the rules of experience & that of instinct is
apparent to every man when he puts on his pantaloons. Gen. Van
Rensalaer at table—called the Patroon of Albany, owns an estate which
extends 20 miles[59] on Hudson river including the city of Albany—a
rich, stern & reputed charitable man—very plain in dress & sober in
diet. I should call him a country Justice & perhaps a militia officer.
* * * * *
_Sept. 14._ [At New Haven] returned from an excellent ball—went with
the Lymans of course—liked Miss Woolsey as well as ever & Miss
Munson—George Jacobs—excellent fellow was with us. & a Mr. Jackson
from Middletown—a man that Miss Talmadge liked—had great fun of
course—Mr. Johnston, brother of Betsy’s—But the pleasure of Miss
Shipman’s sociability & politeness & dancing & looking at & praising
her niece Miss Jones—the sweetest girl in the room, were the substance
of my enjoyment.
_Sept. 15_ Mr. Benedict of Woodbury & his lady here—she being the
sister of Jane Tomlinson, the wit of New Haven. loaded Mr. B. off with
nectarines.
_Sept. 16._ [picture of Hector & Andromache, Plate XXXIII.] Not the
parting of Hector & Andromache but of M. & myself on Thursday morning.
The sword is not quite as crooked as it should be, & the handkerchief
at M’s face is not sufficiently particularized—But it’s a glorious
drawing—you have done nobly with your own face particularly the nose.
But why does she turn away from you?—to conceal her grief—as maiden
diffidence dictated.
_Sept. 17_ (It being Sunday wore pumps & white stockings to meeting.)
_Sept. 18_ tore my Angola pantaloons! They will be obliged to be
mended with drab—which will not quite suit their complexion. Children
of the brain are as dear as living offspring let them be never so
homely—& moreover I am acquiring quite a friendship for my law books
since they are my only associates except this my favorite crony &
patient confident.
Somebody said there was a letter in the Post Office directed to some
person in the Estate of Conn.
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