Entry  About  Search  Log In  help (navigation)
Publication
     
     
     
printable version
 

Elizabeth Smith Shaw Peabody to Abigail Adams

14 Apr. 1797

My Dear Sister  Atkinson April 14th 1797

If words could express the gratitude I feel for your kindness to me, & my Children, it would be worth while to delineate it upon paper, but as I am sure the attemt would be vain, I can only beg of him to reward you a thousand fold, who \alone/ knows your particular wants, & can amply supply either body, or mind, out of his rich treasury—

I sent for Cousin Charles to spend the Sabbath with me, he came, but the account he gave of his Sister Mary, gave me no reason, to expect her recovery. I am distressed for you all—Sickness & death casts a gloom over every Object—I have been led to ask, are these the beauteous prospects which my Eye was wont to dwell upon with pleasure, & delight? are these the same Birds whose melodious notes ravished my attentive ear? have I food & raiment as usual? have I not kind friends? Yes—but it is circumstances it the mind that gives the tincture to every surrounding Object—& it is astonishing what an effect it has, when the heart is peirced with the sharp thorns of adversity, those things which once gave us the greatest pleasure, often become the objects of our aversion & we daily find, more, & more the necessity of cultivating a calm, placid state of mind—a mind disposed to find comfort, will never want occasion it may be culled, even from a thorny Bush—And if our situation is not exactly what we wish, we must rejoice, that it is no worse—

Mr Smith came here a Wednesday, preachd half the day yesterday for Mr. Peabody, he is gone to take a walk with him, & I have been involuntary led to some remarks, resulting from past scenes, which I have some mind to keep at home—but as I have not time to write further, you must read them as the ebbulitions of an heart that has experienced more viscissitudes, & trials than I hope will again be the portion of your Sister  

E. Peabody—

I intended writing to / Sister & Betcy but cannot now.

I hope you did not think I sent, for a silk / skirt, or a white one, it was an old durant / one—accept mine, & your neices thanks—

Do not \let/ any opportunity pass, without a line to inform me, how my neice is—Love to Louisa & all, from your 

E P—

RC (MHi: Adams Papers).
This early access document should not be cited in formal research.
Please report any errors or problems you notice in documents.