For me no fair Egyptian plies the loom;
But my fine linen all is made at home.
Though I no down or tapestry can spread,
A clean, soft pillow shall suppport your head,
Filled with the wool from off my tender sheep,
On which with ease and safety you may sleep.
The nightingale shall lull you to your rest,
And all be calm and still as is your breast.
In writing to her only sister, in 1728, she says,--
You have now just passed your childhood, and are arrived at that stage of life which is most exposed to snares and temptations.
Put away all childish things.
Behave yourself womanly and like a Christian to all with whom you converse.
Indulge not a passionate or fretful temper, much less a haughty or insulting carriage, towards the meanest servant in the family.
Be obliging, and modest, and humble; so shall you deserve and have the esteem of everybody.
Be thankful to, and pray for, them that are so kind as to admonish you. Be contented. Wish not yourself in another's place, or that you had another's liberty.
Before the birth of her first child, she was in low spirits, and wrote in sad tone to her father; to which he made the following reply:--
This letter shows, among other things, that a journey from Boston
was an event which must be postponed till the “weather is warm, and the ground dry.”
Such a reason sounds strange now, when there are twenty separate opportunities in each day of going to and coming from Boston
in public conveyances.
After the birth of her first child (still-born), Mrs. Turell