From the Mountains of San,ton,Hoe: alias Hingham 1757 Dr. Sr.,

You are, perhaps wondering at my omitting to write you all this time; and may begin to quære whether I have not made my Exit too? and I must own, you might by this time have rationally concluded it: For, (tho' an earnest desire of seeing you, has brought me back again,) I have lately been to pay a Visit to our Ingenious departed Friend, in his Elysian Paradise.

When I came first to the Stygian Lake, Old Weather-beaten Charon, (who I found to be a Person of a much more decent Behaviour than I'd imagin'd) tho' he some time disputed my Title to a Passage, yet finding I had mounted Pegasus, admitted me into his Yawl; and for the small Boon of a Sperma-Cæti Candle landed me safe on the other side.— As to his visage you may form a pretty just Idea of it, if you've ever seen a noted dogmatical Rector, at the Northern part of the Town, dealing out his Tenets in a Tone not disimilar to the braying of an A—.1

A late Panegyrick*, procur'd me an easy Admittance thro' the dreary Realms of Pluto; for Compliment has had the same Influence with Cerberus in those Regions, as (possibly) might have had with the flow'rs of Beauty in these.

When I arriv'd, thro' the fatigues of so long a Journey, at our late Friend's place of Residence, I was Introduc'd to his Asylum (rich with the simple Decorations of Nature,) by an Attendant, who I found by Enquiry, was the same, that while here in his Bachellorick Hall, us'd so melodiously to purr in his Arms:— His Surprize at finding me there, your Imagination will easily suggest to you; But to pass by that, when the Ceremonial Scrapes were a little abated, and the first Sallies of Passion had had their full swing, he interrogated me of the Welfare of his Friends? And with double Energy! how is my Friend Paine? I return'd him what answers I cd. in general, & weary wth. my Travels desir'd a short Repose.

As soon as I was refresh'd by the balmy Influences of Morpheus; I arose from my Couch: and before I relate to you the succeeding Conversation, I wou'd just inform you, that having undergone so many Refinements in this World, he was incapable of any Sublimation there. The Contour of his Person is not at all vari'd; & he seems to be actuated by the same2 Soul as formerly with us. The same enchanting Melliloquence, still flows from Lips, that when conversing here, so often rais'd the sparkle in every Eye that beheld him; With ineffable Joy I listen'd to his Voice, and as eagerly suck'd in the generous Dictates of his friendly Heart.

Upon my Enquiring how he spent his Time? and Who were the happy Spirits he had the Honor of conversing with? He return'd me for Answer, that he spent the greatest part of the Day in perusing his Books; towards Evening generally took an easy Ambulation, and afterwards regal'd at the Mansion of Homer, Virgil, or Milton. I then, slightly turn'd over the Volumes that compos'd his Library, and among them found a great Number touching critical points in polemick Divinity, many rigid with the Principles of natural Philosophy, some big wth. the melting Charms of Poetry, and a few sacred to the divine Passion of LOVE. Which, (tho' it was look'd upon as a foible, by some in this World,) yet he still ardently devotes himself to, and is not on that Score, the least disrespected in those Realms of Felicity.

When I had made this Scrutiny, he led me to the Top of an Emminence, not far behind the place sacred to his Studies:— As soon as I gain'd the Summit, I took a gradual Survey of the delightful Prospect before me.— Every thing seem'd to be in a State of Parturiency, lab'ring to bring forth Whatever might be accounted, agreable to the Eye, or Engaging to the Ear; The melodious Harmony of the Birds, the musical murmuring of the Rills, the gentle sighing of Zyphers thro' the Trees, lull'd every vexing Care to rest, and soothed every tumultuous Passion of the Soul;— Unfading Verdure smil'd on every hand, and breath'd a fragrance that deliciously striking the Senses, baffl'd the most aromatick Gales of Arabia. I was Inspir'd with new Vigour & Life, saw every thing in a more bewitching Light than before, and cou'd not but Imagine I was dreaming of the pleasures that lay expos'd to my View.—

When I had taken a general, I won't say satisfactory observation, I came down & took my leave of him.— And having now given you a tedious Detail of my Visit, & the Situation of this Friend in Elysium, I shall stop short, and desire you not to censure any trite Peccadillos, but kindly accept the uncouth Eruptions of a poor Brain,—rack'd & mangl'd with the dire, dentifragal Study of Anatomy.

If you think them worthy of an Answer you may depend upon it's being gratefully receiv'd by Sir Your sincere Friend & humble Sert.

THE SUPERINTENDER JUNR. 3

P.S. Please to direct your Letter (if you send one) to be left at Dr. Hersey's, Hingham.

SQ.

RC ; addressed: "To Mr. Robert Treat Paine Boston per the Carrier Q D C"; endorsed "Samuel Quincy 1757." The address has been partially inked out.

*In the margin: "If you have not seen it, send me word." 1.

Timothy Cutler (1684–1765), minister of Christ Church in Boston and earlier rector of Yale College. Cutler left the Congregational Church in 1722 and was received into the Church of England in London in 1723 (Sibley's Harvard Graduates, 5:45–67; 13:480).

Jany. 1757

I the other day recd. a very Strange Something I cant tell what, from a very Complaisant Lady I can't tell who, but as the Occurence diverted me much, the Discription of it may possibly please you & therefore I make bold to write it. I will neither be very formal nor tedious, but just discribe the many Consultations I had in my Mind abt. this Something & then make some Observations to the Lady that Sent it.

This Something then, came very nicely folded in a Paper & on my first opning it I took it to be one of the large double winged Butterflys. I have lately made some pretensions to be a Philosopher & I concluded some Lady being desireous of my admission into the Royal Society had sent me this as a Recommendation. I began then In high Joy to view it with all Criticism, but upon Opning it to my surprise found it had neither Body nor Legs & of a quite different Texture from wt. I first took it. I then spread it carefully abroad, & upon veiwing it all together, I sagely concluded it could be nothing else but Cupid's Net, here I started back & viewd it at a distance being as much Scared as I was pleased before. I began plainly to see the bewitching Border, wch. was curiously Strew'd with the most enchanting Beautys, fringes Laces & Tassells wch. resemble the highest pleasures, by wch. poor Shortsighted Mortals are tempted to go within the Verge of this fatal Net. I looked Narrowly & within this enticing Border, I saw the Net tied strong with dreadfull Meshes so fine that the least could not creep out & so strong that the most powerfull could not break through. On the other side I saw plainly the strong Wove Border to which all the tackling is fixt wch. is always kept innermost out of Sight the form of the whole being Circular. Well, I was at a great loss4what to do. I at once concieted I heard Sighs, Groans Complaints & frettings & a 1000 dismal things I would not mention & my Consternation was encreased, so likewise was my schemes for a deliverance. I dare not touch it to destroy it no more than if it were a Snake to kill it, for tho I see Nothing but the Net, yet I knew not wt. Power lay Conceal'd. After many Contrivances too many to name I determined to apply to some one who had been taken in the Net to remove it for me, as we employ those to remove the Plage who have had it; but this Project upon 2d. thought I imagin'd the most dangerous, remembring the Story of the Fox who had Tail cut off in the Trap. I fear'd least my Freind instead of removing my Enemy should betray me into it, so I wisely concluded to keep the Matter to myself & remove it as well as I could. Well to work I went conjuring by the crabb'd powers of Mathematicks & the Occult Sciences to depart, but finding that not to avail I curst in the Name of the Law old musty Reports & intricate Distinctions & every thing that is an Enemy to Love but still the Phantom kept its place. Exasperated to the highes, I was determind to show it no mercy, so arming my Self with a long Tipstaff I approach'd in high wrath. Thou most mischeivous Miscreants wt. bold presumtion led you here to disturb the Mansions of the Peaceful, art thou not contented to glut thyself with those that riot in Wantonness & make thy Prey of the Vain the giddy & unwary but thou must lay wait for one who covets not thy deceitfull Joys & who with anxiety dreadest thy Slavery. Thou Wicked Elf the Evil that you designed me be on thy own head, I will immediately punish you for intruding on my Ground where you was not Invited but forbid, as you most Ungratefully torment those that come within yr. Territorys after you have enticed them by the most alluring perswasions. Thus sd. I raised it with the Staff wn. to my Surprise I found it consisted of two similar parts wch. had no Connection. I began to condemn my Rashness & to venture to handle them. My fear soon subsided, my Senses came to me, & from a huge large Net they dwindled down to An Innocent peice of fine Ladys work. 'Tis natural for on one Extreme to follow Another. My Joy then was prodigiosly raised to find a Ladys appendage instead of that wide gaping Monster, for I fear Nothing from the Ladys. With great Rapture then I veiwed it still at a loss wt. to make of them till partly from the Contexture & the fineness of the Work I suspected it to be some Specimen of Childbed Linnen. Enraged at the thought my Suspicion raised me higher than I was before. I threw them down stampt & cursed the Unlucky powers, but then I could not think5why they should be sent me, wn. a Memento of another sort would have Answered much better. This cool'd me, so I examind again, at last deter-mind 'em to be an innocent pair of Ruffles. Well, being settled in this Matter I proceeded to exame the Pacquet & found a letter which had I have read first would undoubtedly have prevented all this Outrage, tho'it would have raised in my Breast a much greater Surprise tho of a different Sort. Thus being delivered from the forementioned apprehensions I shall reply wth. all that calmness wch. belongs to a creature made happy, tho perhaps with all that Inchoherency that results from an Overburthened Mind. I am very much at a loss wt. returns to make for yr. unmerited Respects. Wn. you say you Regard me I feel the weight of the Obligation for yr. Regards are doubtless at yr. own Disposal. But theres one thing I enjoy wch. vastly encreases its worth wch. having bestowed yr. Regards is out of yr. Power to avoid & that is I boast the Regards of a highly accomplishd Lady, not the more so for Respecting me, unless by setting me a bright Example of Virtue to prove wch. is the first & most essential return I can make for your Kindness. But phaps. I now flatter my self as I scared my self before, for on More Narrow Inspection I find you regard me only in expectation of calling me father. What you mean I can't tell. Be that as it will this is certain, that if that never happens yr. Regards will never be fixt; perhaps you sent me those affairs to wear on celebration. It seems too they are Tokens of yr. Regard. I hope you dont mean Emblems ; but here then I scare my self for nothing again; for if you did not regard me for my self you would never do it the more for the Expectation of my being yr. Father. Thus I bless myself I have an Intrest in yr. good Graces but in fact that unlucky Mistake of Cupids Net has so shattered my Judgmt. that I durst not read yr. Letter again least I should Suspect I see something make against me, but being establish'd in a Comfortable Faith I will read Nothing that may have a tendency to disturb me. I shall just Add that on my last Reading I have found out wt. you mean by calling me Father. You mention improving under my Fatherly Instruction wch. must imply my being a Father Confessor. If so My dutifull Daughter I must intreat of you wn. you come to confess do tell me your secret Virtues as well as failings & then our Improvement will be Mutual, & I shall then have no room to doubt but that I am yr. happy as well as respectfull

Dft ; endorsed in RTP's hand: "from & to Lavinia on Ruffles."

1.

RTP and "Lavinia" corresponded until 1760. Her letter, referred to above, has not been found.6 "Lavinia" may have been the pseudonym used by Mary Fletcher (1730–1797), the daughter of William and Margaret (Cushing) Fletcher of Boston. RTP refers specifically to Molly Fletcher in his diary (July 15. 1758) and variously to Mary, Molly, Miss Molly, and Miss Fletcher elsewhere in the diary and correspondence.

Mary Fletcher married Nathaniel Balch on May 26, 1763. Balch, a hatter by trade, became a famous Boston wit. RTP wrote an obituary notice of Balch when he died on Sept. 18, 1808 (Thwing Index).