Got to Port Tobacco with great difficulty. Captn. Knox insists on me applying to Doctor Brown. I have taken his advice and he told me it is a Fever with some cussed physical name. He has given me some slops and I am now going to bed very ill.
SOURCE: Nicholas Cresswell, The Journal of Nicholas Cresswell 1774—1777, p. 22
Doctor has given me more physic. Got to Nanjemoy. Almost dead with pain and fatigue, added to the excessive heat, which caused me to faint twice.
SOURCE: Nicholas Cresswell, The Journal of Nicholas Cresswell 1774—1777, p. 22
Very ill, confined to my room. This is the first day I have been able to stir out of it. I am much reduced and very weak, but my spirits are good and I hope in God I shall get better. Captn. Knox, Mr. Bayley, and the whole neighbourhood behaves with the greatest kindness to me, some of them has attended me constantly all the time.
SOURCE: Nicholas Cresswell, The Journal of Nicholas Cresswell 1774—1777, p. 22
I dined at Mr.
Clifford's and indeed staid a few days with them, had called to congratulate
them on the birth of a daughter. In the afternoon Anna and I went out to look
for some Calico for Mrs. Smith, we were to return immediately, but instead of
that, we staid and drank Tea with Betsey Guest, — sad girls, sad girls! — but
we really could not help it, our cloaks and bonnets were taken off by force,
and locked up — but that was from our desire, as we found they were determined
to keep us, we begged they would secure them, which they accordingly did; —
worse and worse! — worse and worse!
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), p. 24
Cloudy and rather
warm. Spent the morning very happily. In the afternoon we received a formal invitation
from Mrs. Stretch to drink Tea with her at her new house, to which Hannah and
myself comply'd with cheerfulness. We stept into Mrs. Parish's for a moment,
and then went to Mrs. Stretch's. We were much pleased with our visit & her
new house: the neatness and proportions of the furniture corresponding so well
with the size of the house, that here one may see elegance in miniature — I
don't mean the elegance of a palace, but of simplicity which is preferable —
the one pleases the eye but flatters vanity, the other pleases the judgment and
cherishes nature. As I walked through this home I could not help saying this
surely might be taken for the habitation of Happiness!
Isabel & my
brothers came to town for me, & we returned between seven and eight
o'clock.
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), pp. 24-5
A delightful day. We
had the pleasure of Mrs. Clifford's company the greater part of the day. Mrs.
Stainforth and her two little girls ran over here in the morning without clokes
or bonnets, and staid until dinner time. This evening Isabel planted peas,
concluding like the Young Man in the Fable, from the exceeding fineness of the
day, that summer was come; and as the death of the swallow and coldness of the
weather which was so pleasant but the other day, convinced him of his mistake
in prematurely selling his cloathes, so I fancy will the rottenness of the peas
satisfy her that had they been planted six weeks later, it had been much
better. However, as this haste only proceeds from an anxiety of having them
before our neighbors, it may be termed an innocent, if not a laudable
emulation.
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), p. 25
1 Thomas Clifford, son of an Englishman, of
the same name, was a native of Philadelphia. He married Aunt Guest, of
Burlington, the aunt of the Misses Guest (daughters of Jonathan G.) so often
mentioned. Mr. Clifford was an eminent merchant before the revolution, and one
of those who signed the non-importation agreement. He and his family were
members of the Society of Friends, in whose burial ground he was interred in
1793. His wife was buried in the same ground in Nov. 1803. Their children were
Thomas Clifford, who married a Miss Dowell, of Bristol, England, and had two
daughters. John Clifford, who married Anna Rawle, and had Rebecca, who married
John Pemberton. Elizabeth, who married William Smith (the Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
of the "Journal"). And Anna (Miss Eve's particular friend), who
married in Oct. 1773, Jacob Giles, of Maryland.
Miss Ann Guest died
unmarried.— C. R. H.
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), pp. 25-6
As fine a day as in
April. In the morning Dr. Shippen came to see us. What a pity it is that the
Doctor is so fond of kissing; he really would be much more agreeable if he were
less fond. One hates to be always kissed, especially as it is attended with so
many inconveniences; it decomposes the economy of one's hankerchief it
disorders one's high Roll, and it ruffles the serenity of one's countenance; in
short the Doctor's, or a sociable kiss is many times worse than a formal salute
with bowing and curtseying, to "this is Mr. Such-an-one,” and this Miss
"What-do-you-call her." 'Tis true this confuses one no little, but
one gets the better of that sooner than to readjust one's dress.
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), p. 26
With wife and son
Billy, went to Germantown to see Catharine Klages and Michael Heil married.
SOURCE: Jacob Cox
Parsons, Editor, Extracts from the Diary of Jacob Hiltzheimer, of
Philadelphia, 1765-1798, p. 9
