Virginia J. Randolph (Trist) to Nicholas P. Trist

Dear Nicholas

As you have had an explanation of1 this silence of rather more than three weeks, you can have felt no uneasiness, or conceived yourself neglected atall, I shall therefore make no excuses, but proceed to tell you what a pleasant visit we have had to Bedford, and that Grand-Papa bore the fatigue of the journey as well as usual: he took a walking stick, on our return, to assist him when he got out of the carriage, having got a fall when we were going, which I believe was occasioned rather by his having been cramped in that dreadful carriage, than any diminuation of his strength, though he thinks himself weaker than he was. I found Sister Ellen looking better than when I left her, and Mama upon the eve of a sick-head-ache, which confined her only one day to her bed, and is now quite gone. Aunt Marks’s health appears to be declining, and we have become quite uneasy about her; Papa believes that the total inactivity of both her body & mind will kill her, and as she has no mind to employ, and keeps up the fiction of her blindness to indulge her habits of indolence without censure (of which she is dreadfully afraid, and often suspicious) nothing can be done to excite, & give her an object in life. She takes a short ride in the carriage every day, which perhaps will give her strength & better spirits than she has at present. Poor old lady, life can have no charms for her, but I should be very much shocked at her death, and riproach myself much for having borne her folly with so little patience, and so often made it a subject of derision.

I am just recommencing my industrious habits, after spending the spring, not idly, but unprofitably, at least so far as it regards my books, for I have been occupied in visiting, having company at home, sewing and keeping house; the two last, most notable employments! and yet I feel uneasy & impatient when engrossed by them, and thinking them duties, still fancy myself throwing away time. I wish that I could become a well educated woman, or had no ambition to be so. excellence in some line, is I believe necessary to happiness; my object has been for many, many years to acquire an education, and this strong desire overcomes in part the most impatient, and despairing temper, opposed by obstacles trying perhaps to a different disposition, and a constitutional, and almost unconquerable indolence. a charming picture! but true I assure you; and lest you should add egotism to the list, I have done.—I hope your law studies are not as much interrupted now, as they have hitherto been; I feel very anxious about your progress, and have been once or twice on the point of expressing my anxiety, when deterred by fears for your health, that you know is the grand desideratum of life, and to which all considerations must give place. You say nothing about your health latterly, and I should give this silence a favourable interpretation, but for your having the hystericks when ever it rains, which I consider a bad symptom. The weather here has been dry, and cold, with the exception of two or three days of intense heat. The drought has been very injurious to the corn & Tobacco, and the hessian fly is destroying the wheat; of course all the farmers are very much out of spirits, and my wonder greatly encreased that any one, who has an alternative, should entrust their peace of mind to the wind and weather of so capricious a climate as ours seems to be. I have lately become almost a proselyte to the opinion in favour of savage life, as one of more freedom from pain. All the cares of which I hear, are the work of civilization, and certainly are not counterbalanced by the enjoyments which it procures us! Perhaps the very terror of your ridicule, which has just presented it self to my mind, is one of of my artificial pains, and would be unknown to me if more nearly allied to the famous Indian princess and her tribe!—Your Grand-Mother has not yet arrived, although she continues to promise us that she will come very shortly, in all her letters. I wrote to her from Poplar Forest. you need not have given me the advice not to show her a letter from you, unless you think that I have become “as brazen as a stone statue,” to stand by with unblushing impudence & hear it read aloud to all the curious who have time to listen. Do not be offended with me for speaking so freely Dearest Nicholas, it is the truth; her heart is without guile, and as much open to the world as if she had a “window in her breast.” I have showed your letters to no one but Mama, who reads them all, occasionally to Sister Ellen, and in two instances, I believe, to the other girls. my coat of mail is not so strong as you give me credit for.—On my return home I found your letter enclosing the check, which you say is a duplicate but no other has arrived: my Brother refuses to take it until he has seen, or heard from Judge Carr, who will be in the neighbourhood the 20th of this month; in the mean time Mama has it in safe custody—you do not know how much I have reproached my self for the false alarm that my letter in April must have given Browse and your self. I dare say that you were very angry with me when the next letter reached you, although rejoiced at the new statement of the affair.

I have never told you of the nice little cuddy that has become my haunt, and from which I am now writing. do you recollect the place over the parlour Portico into which the dome room opened? since the columns to the portico have been completed, Grand Papa has had the great work bench removed from it, and a floor layed, Cornelia’s ingenuity in conjunction with mine formed steps from the dome into this little closet with a pile of boxes, and having furnished this apartment with a sopha to lounge upon, though alas! without cushions, a high & low chair & two small tables, one for my writing desk, the other for my books; and breathing through a broken pane of glass and some wide cracks in the floor, I have taken possession with the dirt daubers, wasps & humble bees; and do not intend to give it up to any thing but the formidable rats which have not yet found out this fairy palace.—I must not omit my only piece of news, the marriage of Susan Bolling and John Scott and their intended removal to Alabama, in a few days. they dined with us the day before yesterday, and Susans Beauty is more resplendent than ever, and her countenance I think improves as she a[d]vances in life, which is a good sign of her intellect. Cornelia and Mary are going down to Taz[. . .] to meet her to day—Adieu, the love of the whole family awaits you & Browse, assure him [. . .] mine, give a kiss to your little queen, and believe me ever affectionately your own

V. J. Rando[lph]

We expect to have Aunt Randolph with us in JulyAunt Hackleys health is much improving and She is going very soon to join Mr. H. in New York

RC (DLC: NPT); edge trimmed; addressed: “To Nicholas P. Trist Esqr Donaldsonville Lafourche Louisiana”; stamped and postmarked; endorsed by recipient: “Randolph (V.J.) June 5. 23.”
1Manuscript: “of of.”