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[A letter from Dr. Matthias Fruhling, of the American
Philosophical Society in Philadelphia, to his
wife]
Boston
March 10th, 1768
My dear Joan
—
The
packet-boat from New-York hath deposited me at long last
upon Boston wharves; and
now, being arrived at Mr. Gitney’s establishment, I am like to remain for some weeks before
I take my passage to Calais.
Heartily do I
wish thou couldst see this household — its freaks and pranks and
glories. The knowledge enshrined here is most luminous; but the
extravagance is wearying, an outrage to God and man, especially
when set amidst so pious a town, where the most finical youth buys
his fopperies in brown and gray; and where, when a man whistles
upon the street, it is a tune from Ainsworth’s
psalter.
Notwithstanding the noxious luxury of the College, I
spent a most gratifying day in converse with the philosophers of
this place before we set forth on a bold experiment: Inviting a
gentleman to stand atop a platform of rosin, we electrified him, observing how pieces of gold-leaf he
held upon a copper tray flew up to the fingertips of a man not yet
imbricated by charge. Following this gratifying assay, we being
shod in clogs of wax, a battery discharged
shocks through wands we held and motivated metal filings, as we
sought to determine whether the particles of electro-ætherial flux
were, in shape, triangular or lozenge.
In the
evening, Mr. Gitney — who insists that we enumerate
him 03-01 — held some fashion of
levee
for the Boston nobility, which hath lasted
us near till dawn with music and a coati-mundi and another display
of electrical
virtue which tickled my palms
and burnt my eyelashes to a frizzle. Chief among the pleasures was
a most ravishing Negress, a Princess of Africa, who presided over the evening with a curious baton, like
a Queen of the Djinns. Sigh not for jealousy, Mrs. Fruhling — she
cast no eye upon me, and I made no overtures to that imperious
individual, being of far too plain and low a stature for
Her
Highness.
Late in the
evening, they arranged for her son, a solemn little article of
eight or ten years old, to play the violin with his music-master
and others in consort. He is a beanpole of a boy. Thou hast not heard fiddling, Joan, until thou
hast heard this tiny being, legs thin as
sumac twigs, produce such tones; which sweet music dazzled not
merely in its display of speed and accuracy, but most in its
gravity; the child being able to introduce an element of
melancholy into even
the liveliest of passages.
Of the
glittering and outrageous train of that house, he was the least
conspicuous; being dressed in dark, rich satins, and perpetually
silent; and yet, among them all, amidst the revelry and the obscene
antics of the poets and the coati-mundi, it was he who was
the wonder; I would
liefer speak to this boy for fifteen minutes than to some of their
prating, babbling, atheistical horde for five hours together. I
found an opportunity to exchange some words with him, the others
rushing out into the yard, waxen clogs a-thumping, to place bets
upon a battle royal between a mongoose and an
asp.
I wish thou
couldst have spoken to the child, as thou hadst drawn him out and
set him at his ease; to me, he was civil, but so overwhelmed in
humility he could barely converse. Howsoever humble he might be, a
curious thing: When I looked upon him and spake with him, he would
not meet my eyes with his; he stared fixedly at some point, and
made his addresses as if to the air; but when no one looked upon
him, he gazed upon us all with almost a hungriness
in his assessment; as if memorizing the
details of our dress and carriage and conversation; and chipping it
unsmiling upon tablets so it might
later be used to damn us at the end of
Time, or at least explain us to some
other Intelligence come after us.
I could not
but think of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, shortly to be
consigned to the blast-furnaces of Nebuchadnezzar — captive
“children in whom was
no blemish, but well favored, and skillful in all wisdom, and
cunning in knowledge, and understanding science, and such as had
ability to stand in the King’s palace, and whom they might teach
the learning and the tongue of the
Chaldeans.”
Well might
thou wonder how this vain household may continue in its expense and
luxurious operations. I gained some little view of its financial
arrangements when, late in the evening, Mr. Gitney asked me to consider a proposition; that he and his
fellow Gitneys are joining with a consortium of Virginian gentlemen
to purchase vast quantities of land from the Indians; which property they shall, once they own it, split up
into smaller parcels and sell at profit to men of the middling sort
wishing to head West.
I protested
that making such purchases with the Indians, Parliament has
disallowed in the strongest of terms; that we have been rebuked for annoying the Savages with
our invasions and broken treaties; and to recall the heathen
Pontiac, his terrible revenge; that we have late fought a war with
the Savages over just such encroachments;
and that the unfortunates who purchased said
lots were likely, within two years, to succumb to
massacre
and retribution.
He rallied me
upon my cowardice, and said that Parliament should never enforce
their strictures against settling upon Indian territory; that property was property, and he was
purchasing the land openly and without prejudice; that Americans
should not be thwarted by the laws of ancient aristocracies,
corrupt dukes, self-styled marquises and thanes; and that a friend
in Philadelphia should
be a great boon to the project, there being some
animosity
between Pennsylvania and Virginia in this
matter.
Well canst
thou imagine that I could not hazard our little portion on such a
dangerous business, which
venture can end only in financial ruin and the destruction
of Christians by heathen
tomahawk and the tricks of barbarous Deviltry. I should not be
sorry, did the Lord sweep the savages further to the
west;
but I doubt His divine will shall ever be
expressed through Virginians. They are
not his especial people. Thus, Mrs. Fruhling, I joined no
consortium, being content merely to observe the experiments here
and engage in dispute about the nature of air.
I must retire
from the scritoire; the frolic is over. It is now almost
breakfast-time, the mongoose is being buried with full Catholic
rites, and it appears Mrs. Ogilvy hath broken her jaw. She was, I
fear, unaccustomed to waxen clogs.
I shall find a
house of prayer as very soon
as I can quit this place, so that I may remain
Thy devout and
loving husband,
Matthias F.