Metadata
Title
Sarah Josepha Hale to David E. Hale
Creator
Hale, Sarah Josepha Buell, 1788-1879
Date
1829-07-24
July 24, 1829
Medium
Manuscripts
Language
eng
Type
text
Collection
Sarah Josepha Hale Collection, The Athenaeum of Philadelphia
Identifier
46-M-127
Rights
http://www.philaathenaeum.org/rights.html
Text
Boston. July 24. 1829
My dear son - This letter will be handed
you by [?] E. Brewer, brother in law
of Doctor Storer. I believe you saw
Mr. B. when in Boston. You must
show him all the attention in your
power.
I sent you a packet by Mr [Walker]
which you have probably received before
this time. I have had a letter from
Newport since I wrote - the little girls
are Willy are well and [?] love
to David when I wrote. Willy says
he want nothing but a little gun he has
three fishhooks. Now small the trifles will make
us happy before the thirst for wealth,
that [?] of the soul, takes possession
of the human being! I wish you
to be economical and [?], and
that you should endeavor to support
yourself independently, but I
do not covet great wealth for any
of my children. The experience
of almost every day confirms me
in the opinion that the excessive
love of money is the root of all evil.
That is taking the meaning of the
phrase in its most extended sense,
as not meaning [DE ?] to hoard money only but
to obtain it to spend extravagantly.
I hope you will have an education
that will teach you to set a higher
estimate on character, on those
acquirements that elevate the minds,
and pursuits of men than on the false
pleasures the world offers its [?]
Well, I have written you a lecture
without intending it; for I knew not,
when I took my pen, of what I
should discourse. I had written you
so lately and so copiously that really
I had nothing & just now [particular?]
effected on as a subject.
My health is not very good, and my [ED: page torn]
all say I look paler and thinner than
usual, and urge me to take a journey.
- they do not know I am - not at present
able to do it. Pray write soon; I
am anxious to hear from you. I see
the Cadets are "encamped," and I should
think it would be pleasant to spend
the warm weather in tents. You can
have some idea of the life of [michael?]
now only the camel and the desert is
wanting. I write this with a glass pen
a vile thing - but the gift of a good friend.
Your Mother.
My dear son - This letter will be handed
you by [?] E. Brewer, brother in law
of Doctor Storer. I believe you saw
Mr. B. when in Boston. You must
show him all the attention in your
power.
I sent you a packet by Mr [Walker]
which you have probably received before
this time. I have had a letter from
Newport since I wrote - the little girls
are Willy are well and [?] love
to David when I wrote. Willy says
he want nothing but a little gun he has
three fishhooks. Now small the trifles will make
us happy before the thirst for wealth,
that [?] of the soul, takes possession
of the human being! I wish you
to be economical and [?], and
that you should endeavor to support
yourself independently, but I
do not covet great wealth for any
of my children. The experience
of almost every day confirms me
in the opinion that the excessive
love of money is the root of all evil.
That is taking the meaning of the
phrase in its most extended sense,
as not meaning [DE ?] to hoard money only but
to obtain it to spend extravagantly.
I hope you will have an education
that will teach you to set a higher
estimate on character, on those
acquirements that elevate the minds,
and pursuits of men than on the false
pleasures the world offers its [?]
Well, I have written you a lecture
without intending it; for I knew not,
when I took my pen, of what I
should discourse. I had written you
so lately and so copiously that really
I had nothing & just now [particular?]
effected on as a subject.
My health is not very good, and my [ED: page torn]
all say I look paler and thinner than
usual, and urge me to take a journey.
- they do not know I am - not at present
able to do it. Pray write soon; I
am anxious to hear from you. I see
the Cadets are "encamped," and I should
think it would be pleasant to spend
the warm weather in tents. You can
have some idea of the life of [michael?]
now only the camel and the desert is
wanting. I write this with a glass pen
a vile thing - but the gift of a good friend.
Your Mother.