Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
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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
I hope you will keep your mind from despondency, even if you should
have a small school this winter. Should you not have sufficient
scholars to pay the salary of your Teachers I think you must call them
together, & state the case to them, & I am sure they will be
reasonable enough, either to accept a smaller compensation, or resign
their places. You will soon see who you can best spare, & by another
Term arrange your school to your own liking. I hope you will never
forget to love your native Village, but I should be sorry to have you
unhappy because you are obliged to quit it. And as for becoming rich,
if you are a child of God, as I trust you are, He will give you as
much wealth as is best for your eternal interest, and no more. Cast
therefore all your care upon God, for he careth for you. Do _good_, &
verily thou shalt be fed. We regret your absence as much as you regret
leaving us. “We miss you in our days of woe. We miss you in our
mirth,” but chiefly we miss you on Sabbath eve, at the Bible class....
I am glad to hear by your letter of last evening, that your school is
increasing, if you can get along with out lessening your Teachers for
this winter, it will be better for you, as every Teacher who is
dismissed will use her tongue to your disadvantage, if they have not
more grace than the generality of our race. I want you should always
remember that curious eyes are watching all your actions, & be careful
to take as much notice of the greatest dunce in school, as of the
finest intellect. Never forget the lessons of the last year, & let
prudence, not fancy guide your actions. What an evil world we live in,
our time, our talents, and even our affections must be devoted to
earning our daily bread, if it was only the sweat of the brow, I would
not care, but we must smile, and court those we do not care a pin
about, or be called partial, impolite, &c.—but it teaches us one
scripture lesson, to be patient towards all men. I would warn you
against walking up to L’d unless you accustom yourself to walk ten
miles every day, then you could do it with out making you sick. I do
not know but you might do it, if you accustom yourself to walk 5 or 6
miles a day, but one fit of sickness would be dreadful.
S. PIERCE.
Feb^y 1, 1833.
MY DEAR NEPHEW.
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