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a sweet creature, and her friends loved to lift her along the road of life without her touching the earth Her experiences after her marriage will be best illustrated by her letter.
“Quincy, Mass. Aug. 9th, 18"My Dear Friend, in “I have been for some time intending to write to you, as I promised at parting, to give you a description of our establishment, and the beautiful scenery about this delightful region. I have but little excuse for my delay, and will make amends by a long letter. . ..
“You recollect that when I left my dear maternal home, my mother provided me with excellent domestics, and everything useful and elegant suited to our large fortune. Indeed there seemed no deficiency throughout the whole establishment, and she departed for England, happy in the belief that the care and expense bestowed on my education had been attended with complete success; that I was fitted to adorn the fortune I inherited, and to preside over a family with grace and dignity. Alas! she had only seen me in my drawingroom, surrounded with taste and elegance, beautifully dressed, with an admiring husband who studied every wish. But, my dear friend, I soon found myself involved in perplexities. Oh how I wished you were here to enlighten me by your experience!
“The domestics I brought with me from Boston soon began to grow dissatisfied with the monotony of a country life, and to feel the want of those social pleasures to which all human beings aspire. My cook, an excellent woman, pined for her own minister. She had been a very respectable member of the Congregational church in her native town, and feeling the want of those respectful attentions to which she had been accustomed on the Sabbath, it was always a melancholy day to her. In vain I took her in our comfortable coach to the Episcopal church, which was under the especial patronage of my husband, and seated her
in a respectable pew; she said “she did not like to hear prayers read, she wished to hear the minister pray from his heart, as she had been accustomed to hear."
“My chamber-maid Amanda, who was something of a coquette, and very fond of dress, complained that she “might as well be shut up in a prison; to be sure the house was well enough, and her wages were high, and she hadn't much to do, and got presents from the visiters, but what did all that signify if she was to be moped up in a great castle of a place, with nobody to speak to ? Besides, she didn't like the prospect from the kitchen winders, and Mr. Lawrence had not given her a rockingchair-she had always been used to a rockingchair in kitchens.” .
“My own little waiting-maid, who knew nothing but how to dress me, and whose whole happiness consisted in making me look beautiful, was, except the coachman, the only contented one in the establishment; her happiness was complete when my dear Henry came into my dressing-room, admired my charms, and the taste with which Jane had adorned them.
.“ Complaints daily increased, although Mr. Lawrence cut down a fine tree to open the view from the kitchen, and provided a rockingchair for Amanda ; and she soon left me, because, when a smart young gardener in our employ wished to stay with her, I would not allow them a separate room from the kitchen to court in.
“My footman was equally discontented; he was tired of a subordinate situation, and having accumulated a considerable amount in the Savings Bank, decided to go back to the city and set up in trade; and this decision seemed accelerated by Mr. Lawrence offering him a second-hand hat, upon which he took up his own and departed.
“Our cook, who was a woman of principle, gave us formal notice of her intention to go away, and really seemed to feel for my situation; but she said her conscience wouldn't let
her stay. She remained, however, until we were accommodated with such domestics as the country afforded.
“ The mistakes which occurred the first few days after her departure we ascribed to accident, and, as we were without company, they rather amused us. The waiting-man John, or his first début, placed the dinner service on the table, putting a small dish of vegetables at the head, a piece of roast beef at one corner, and deliberately moving the pickles in front of my carver. I followed him, and gave him directions, to which he paid very "respectful attention. As we seated ourselves, he took up a newspaper and sat down by the window to read. Mr. Lawrence was exceedingly annoyed, because he could not instantly decide whether he was impudent as well as ignorant. After some embarrassment he said,
“Young man, it is not customary for a person employed to wait at table to sit down.'
“John started up with great alacrity, and said, “Oh, isn't it? Well, I'd as lief stand, I ain't