Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
Think of the oysters alone costing more than forty dollars, and you
will have some notion of all the rest. It is estimated that the supper
cost about a thousand dollars. I have no doubt it comes very near
that mark. The wines were in great profusion, and the popping of
champagne was as frequent as that of musketry at the battle of
San Jacinto. We did not break up till three o'clock in the morning,
and then a dozen of us took to the beach, and stripping for the sea,
had a glorious buffeting for twenty minutes with the breakers. I
got to bed at day light, slept like a top till dinner time, and then
awakened with a stitch in my side, which turned out to be this
abominable epidemic, which makes you sore, but gets no sympathy.
It is quite a gratification here, to see one's neighbor hobbling along
as if he had a sudden twinge of the gout. But I am so weak, that I
must shorten my letter. To-morrow, I must write you something
about Georgiana, and her proceedings.
Your faithful nephew,
Tom Appleby, at the Moultrie House, to his uncle, Edward S.
Appleby, Esq., Georgia.
I promised to tell you all about poor Georgiana. You must know
there has been the devil to pay and no pitch hot, such a flare up
among bosom friends and kindred souls,—such sighs and sorrows,
complaints and tribulation, it would be impossible for me to de-
scribe. I told you before, that Georgiana, had made a conquest,
seemingly, of one Augustus Colleton, of Savannah river. He was
completely smitten,—so every body thought, and became the very
shadow of Georgy wherever she went. They were to be found con-
stantly together; walked the piazza and the beach by moonlight;
listened to soft whisperings in the shade, waltzed together nightly
in the ball-room, and played frequently together in the tableaux
vivants. All seemed to go on as musically as the marriage bells, and