Adams Family Correspondence, volume 13

Thomas Boylston Adams to Abigail Adams, 29 July 1799 Adams, Thomas Boylston Adams, Abigail
Thomas Boylston Adams to Abigail Adams
My dear Mother. Germantown 29 July 1799.

I am in possession of your favor of the 21st: instt: with the letter of my brother enclosed; they were both very acceptable and I return the enclosure with thanks for the perusal—1 I hope shortly to receive the letter, which he mentions having written me on the subject of his affairs; though I think they are in as good & safe a train as any disposition I could make of them— I have written an account of every step I have taken in the disposal of his property, and have no doubt it will generally meet his approbation. The letter I enclosed for Dr: Tufts, was, I presume safely delivered.2

When you get my letter of the 21 st: your apprehensions for my safety will be removed— I have been but once in town since I first left it, though the fear of yellow fever did not restrain me— The City continues healthy as the season will allow, but solitary cases of highly malignant fever occur in many quarters. As I firmly believe in the domestic origin of the fever, I expect the numbers will increase with the progress of the Autumn, of those who are exposed to take the infection; and this is the opinion of many Doctors, who however are still abused for thinking so.

I am almost afraid to tell you what society I frequent here lest alarm should be excited & disquieting apprehensions be multiplied on my account— There is a lady in the case—Aye & a very intelligent one too, whose mind is as chaste as her person and whose understanding has been cultivated by an intimacy with the choicest books— Whom can he mean? Not the B——ps daughter? No matter who it is—but you may remember I once had a female correspondent, whose signature was Laura and you read some of her numbers— She it is that answers very nearly to the portrait above— But she is advanced pretty far beyond her girlish days—perhaps some 35— Say—Am I in danger of acting the petrarch to this Laura? But fiction away— The ladies name is Wistar—of the friends Society & a niece of Mrs: Foulke with whom I once boarded3

Her family pass the Summer always at Germantown, and it so happens that their grounds extend to the house where I live now— this facility of intercourse is occasionally improved & I confess that some of my pleasantest hours are counted in this Society— Dont be alarmed.

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I am amused with your half revelations, which are all I want— I hear nothing of grumbling if any there be, for unless administration is approved, people have delicacy enough or dissimulation enough to conceal their thoughts from me.

I am glad the Constitution is in so good hands; I had no confidence in her first Commander, though my opinion grew out of his reputation with the public. I hope that “Talbot & triumph,” as the Walpole eulogist has it, will hereafter, as heretofore “go hand in hand.”4

I am with all love & duty / Your Son

T. B Adams.

RC (Adams Papers); addressed: “Mrs: A Adams / Quincy”; internal address: “Mrs: A Adams.”; endorsed: “T B A July 29 / 1799.”

1.

AA’s letter to TBA has not been found, but it enclosed JQA to AA, 7 May, above.

2.

Not found.

3.

For Sarah “Sally” Wister, see Descriptive List of Illustrations, No. 8, above. Wister’s maternal aunt was Hannah Jones Foulke (1749–1793), surely the otherwise unidentified “good Quaker lady” with whom TBA boarded from Aug. 1792 to May 1793. Foulke resided at 14 North Fourth Street, Philadelphia, from the 1791 death of her husband, Amos Foulke, until her own death in 1793 (see vol. 9:298–299, 322, 399, 428; John W. Jordan, ed., Colonial and Revolutionary Families of Pennsylvania, 3 vols., N.Y., 1911, 1:265–266; Charles H. Browning, Welsh Settlement of Pensylvania, Phila., 1912, p. 76–77; John W. Jordan, ed., Colonial Families of Philadelphia, 2 vols., N.Y., 1911, 2:935; Philadelphia Directory , 1791, 1793).

4.

On 5 June 1799 Capt. Silas Talbot replaced Capt. Samuel Nicholson at the helm of the frigate Constitution. The Walpole, N.H., Farmer’s Weekly Museum, 17 June, called Talbot “a gallant and experienced mariner” and declared that in past engagements “Talbot and triumph went hand in hand” (William M. Fowler Jr., Silas Talbot: Captain of Old Ironsides, Mystic, Conn., 1995, p. 144).

Thomas Boylston Adams to William Smith Shaw, 29 July 1799 Adams, Thomas Boylston Shaw, William Smith
Thomas Boylston Adams to William Smith Shaw
Dear William Rock Hall, Germantn 29th July 1799.

The 26th: instt: brought me yours of the 18th: & the 28th: that of the 21st: with accompanyments—1 Accipe gratias et incepto permanete. 2 You anticipated my request to be informed of how the rituals were this year performed at Alma mater. I am, among other pursuits, attempting to renew my acquaintance with school & College books, for which I own I had little relish while they occupied me as a task; had I made this confession at the time I was employed in reading the classics & saying them “like a lad,” my Masters & all others concerned in my education would have said I was a stupid, idle boy, who had no business to indulge or even entertain his likes & dislikes, & with them, a well grounded disgust would have passed for a cloak to an idle humor or as a mark of deficiency of intellect. I made no such avowal and I learnt, like others, just as much lattin & Greek as I was bound to, and no more— I never saw or never distinguished 527 the beauties, classic & poetic of Virgil or of his master Homer— The eloquence of Cicero, envellopped in what, to me was difficult language, never melted my frigid and congealed faculties so that I could perceive wherein he surpassed predecessors, cotemporaries & successors in that style for which he was most aptly formed to excell; nor did his copia verborum then arrest my admiration, as it has done since. Horrace with all his wit, could scarcely boast of having excited a smile on my visage and as to his Satires, had they never been written, my wisdom & instruction would not have been less that they are. Juvenal is not one of our College books—Nor is Ovid—or even Tacitus— I am ashamed to acknowledge that I never read them in their original dress— Ovid, with a french translation, is now under my eye and it strikes me as one of the most necessary of all the lattin poets to be read in schools—it is in fact a useful nomenclator to the rest— Fiction, to use a strong expression is made intelligible—even “the melancholy madness of poetry” becomes rational matter of fact, in comparison to the obscurity which seems to envellope antient literature without this author’s aid.3

We have very few classic scholars in this Country; and the number will not increase until the capacities of boys in our Grammar schools & Colleges are better discriminated—until our Masters, Tutors, preceptors, professors & Presidents, become schollars themselves in the dead languages, which they pretend to teach. Who ever undertakes to advise boys to read the biography of the authors they read learn at school; or points to the beauties & properties peculiar to each? Who attempts to explain the difficult passages continually occurring in the best classic writers or comments upon an allusion without which it lies hid in “darkness visible” from the apprehension of a child?4

It would be a source of high satisfaction if I read lattin with as much facility as I do french— One of them I learnt involuntarily by seven years reading, when young—the other I acquired in less than three years at a more advanced age, unassisted by a teacher. Since I came out here, I have been infinitely more amused, instructed, & gratified with the company I have kept, than that I was obliged to frequent in the City. I converse with Cicero, Tacitus, Ovid, Horrace, in addition [to] professional writers— But these will not give me bread, no! we must dwell with bricks & stones & filth & heat & all the disagreeables of life, because there dwells man, sordid, money making animal. It is time this strain should cease for it begins to border on the querulous—

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In one of the boxes of books lately arrived at Quincy, there must be certain odd volumes of a work. (I think the history of France) which my brother presented to the College— If you can find them, they should be sent to complete the sett at Cambridge.5

I am as usual Your’s

T B Adams

RC (MWA:Adams Family Letters); addressed: “W. S. Shaw / Quincy”; internal address: “W. S. Shaw”; endorsed: “Germantown 29 July / T. B. Adams / Rec 3d Aug / Ansd 12th.”; docketed: “1799 / July 29.” Some loss of text where the seal was removed.

1.

Not found.

2.

Accept thanks and persevere.

3.

Junius, “To Sir William Draper, Knight of the Bath,” 3 March 1769, The Letters of Junius, London, 1770, Letter VII.

4.

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book I, line 63.

5.

The missing volumes were likely the six from Jean Antoine Roucher, Antoine Perrin, Louis d’Ussieux, and others, comps., Collection universelle des mémoires particuliers relatifs a l’histoire de France, 67 vols., London [Paris?], 1785–1791, noted by Joseph Willard in a 3 Nov. 1797 letter to JQA (Adams Papers). For JQA’s donation to Harvard’s library, see vol. 12:308–309.