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Ellen Randolph Coolidge, Monticello, Nov. 14, 1825
MY DEAR ELLEN -- In my letter of Oct. 13. to Mr. Coolidge, I
gave an account of the riot we had at the University, and of it's
termination. You will both of course be under anxiety till you know
how it has gone off? With the best effects in the world. Having let
it be understood, from the beginning, that we wished to trust very
much to the discretion of the Students themselves for their own
government. With about four fifths of them, this did well, but there
were about 15. or 20. bad subjects who were disposed to try whether
our indulgence was without limit. Hence the licentious transaction
of which I gave an account to Mr. Coolidge. But when the whole mass
saw the serious way in which that experiment was met, the Faculty of
Professors assembled, the Board of Visitors coming forward in support
of that authority, a grand jury taking up the subject, four of the
most guilty expelled, the rest reprimanded, severer laws enacted, and
a rigorous execution of them declared in future, it gave them a shock
and struck a terror, the most severe, as it was less expected. It
determined the well disposed among them to frown upon every thing of
the kind hereafter, and the ill-disposed returned to order from fear
if not from better motives. A perfect subordination has succeeded,
entire respect towards the Professors, and industry, order, and quiet
the most exemplary, has prevailed ever since. Every one is sensible
of the strength which the institution has derived from what appeared
at first to threaten it's foundation. We have no further fear of any
thing of the kind from the present set. But as at the next term
their numbers will be more than doubled by the accession of an
additional band, as unbroken as these were, we mean to be prepared,
and to ask of the legislature a power to call in the civil authority
in the first instant of disorder, and to quell it on the spot by
imprisonment and the same legal coercions, provided against disorder
generally, committed by other citizens, from whom, at their age, they
have no right to distinction.
We have heard of the loss of your baggage, with the vessel
carrying it, and sincerely condole with you on it. It is not to be
estimated by it's pecuniary value, but by that it held in your
affections. The documents of your childhood, your letters,
correspondencies, notes, books, &c., &c., all gone! And your life
cut in two, as it were, and a new one to begin, without any records
of the former. John Hemmings was the first who brought me the news.
He had caught it accidentally from those who first read the letter
from Col. Peyton announcing it. He was au desespoir! That beautiful
writing desk he had taken so much pains to make for you! Everything
else seemed as nothing in his eye, and that loss was everything.
Virgil could not have been more afflicted had his Aeneid fallen a
prey to the flames. I asked him if he could not replace it by making
another? No. His eyesight had failed him too much, and his
recollection of it was too imperfect. It has occurred to me however,
that I can replace it, not, indeed, to you, but to Mr. Coolidge, by a
substitute, not claiming the same value from it's decorations, but
from the part it has borne in our history and the events with which
it has been associated. I recieved a letter from a friend in
Philadelphia lately, asking information of the house, and room of the
house there, in which the Declaration of Independence was written,
with a view to future celebrations of the 4th. of July in it,
another, enquiring whether a paper given to the Philosophical society
there, as a rough draught of that Declaration was genuinely so? A
society is formed there lately for an annual celebration of the
advent of Penn to that place. It was held in his antient Mansion,
and the chair in which he actually sat when at his writing table was
presented by a lady owning it, and was occupied by the president of
the celebration. Two other chairs were given them, made of the elm,
under the shade of which Penn had made his first treaty with the
Indians. If then things acquire a superstitious value because of
their connection with particular persons, surely a connection with
the great Charter of our Independence may give a value to what has
been associated with that; and such was the idea of the enquirers
after the room in which it was written. Now I happen still to
possess the writing-box on which it was written. It was made from a
drawing of my own, by Ben. Randall, a cabinet maker in whose house I
took my first lodgings on my arrival in Philadelphia in May 1776.
And I have used it ever since. It claims no merit of particular
beauty. It is plain, neat, convenient, and, taking no more room on
the writing table than a moderate 4to. volume, it yet displays it
self sufficiently for any writing. Mr. Coolidge must do me the favor
of accepting this. Its imaginary value will increase with the years,
and if he lives to my age, or another half century, he may see it
carried in the procession of our nation's birthday, as the relics of
teh saints are in those of the church. I will send it thro' Colonel
Peyton, and hope with better fortune than that for which it is to be
a substitute.
I remark what you say in your letter to your mother, relative
to Mr. Willard and our University clock. Judging from that that he
is the person whom Mr. Coolidge would recommend, and having recieved
from Dr. Waterhouse a very strong recommendation of him, you may
assure the old gentleman from me that he shall have the making of it.
We have lately made an important purchase of lands amounting to 7000.
D. and the government is taking from us, under their old and new
Tariff, 2700. D. duty on the marble caps and bases of the portico of
our Rotunda, of 10 columns only. These things try our funds for the
moment. At the end of the year we shall see how we stand, and I
expect we may be able to give the final order for the clock by
February.
I want to engage you, as my agent at Boston, for certain
articles not to be had here, and for such only. But it will be on
the indispensable condition that you keep as rigorous an account of
Dollars and cents as old Yerragan our neighbor would do. This alone
can induce friends to ask services freely, which would otherwise be
the asking of presents and amount to a prohibition. We should be
very glad occasionally to get small supplies of the fine dumb codfish
to be had at Boston, and also of the tongues and sounds of the Cod.
This selection of the articles I trouble you for is not of such as
are better there than here; for on that ground we might ask for every
thing from thence, but such only as are not to be had here to all.
Perhaps I should trepass on Mr. Coolidge for one other article. We
pay here 2. D. a gallon for bad French brandy. I think I have seen
in Degrand's Price current Marseilles brandy, from Dodge and Oxnard,
advertised good at 1. Dollar, and another kind called Seignettes,
which I am told is good Cognac at 1.25. D. I will ask of you then a
supply of a kental of good dumb fish, and about 20 or 30 lbs. of
tongues and sounds; and of Mr. Collidge a 30 gallon cask of Dodge and
Oxnard's Marseilles brandy, if tolerable good at 1. D. or
thereabouts, but double cased to guard against spoliation. Knowing
nothing of the prices of the fish, I will at a venture, desire Col.
Peyton to remit 60. D. to Mr. Coolidge immediately, and any little
difference between this and actual cost either way, may stand over to
your next account. We should be the better perhaps of your recipe
for dressing both articles.
I promised Mr. Ticknor to inform him at times how our
University goes on. I shall be glad if you will read to him that
part of this letter which respects it, presuming Mr. Coolidge may
have communicated to him the facts of my former letter to him. These
facts may be used ad libitum, only keeping my name out of sight.
Writing is so irksome to me, especially since I am obliged to do it
in a recumbent posture, that I am sure Mr. Ticknor will excuse my
economy in this exercise. To you perhaps I should apologize for the
want of it on this occasion. The family is well. My own health
changes little. I ride two or three miles in a carriage every day.
With my affectionate salutations to Mr. Coolidge, be assured yourself
of my tender and constant love.
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