Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Letters of William Gilmore Simms. Vol. 6, Supplement >> 1293a Henry Barton Dawson >> Page 267

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Correspondence | U of South Carolina P | 2012
Transcription MARCH 1868 267


rooms in a single story, and for this even, my funds threaten pre-mature collapse. It is a matter of duty with me to bestow upon my children all the shelter I can, while the strength is still left me to do so. My pressure of troubles and afflictions do not seem to lighten—as yet I see no silver lining to my cloud. Two weeks ago, I was called upon to bury a lovely little grandchild, which up to the moment when it was taken sick with membraneous croup, was one of the fattest, cosiest, healthiest little creatures in the country. The little life was reft from it in two brief days of illness. The poor mother, my eldest daughter, suffering from night watching, expo-sure, anxiety & finally prostration, being enceinte, was threatened with premature accouchement. That danger has been temporarily averted, but she is still very feeble & still keeps her chamber.' Yet, through all this, my brain is not suffered to be idle, let the pangs of the heart be what they will. I am now writing harder than ever, in the hope to avert a foreclosure of mortgage upon the house in which my son in law & daughter reside, and in a room of which I find my temporary shelter now. You see from all this that I can hardly be said to get along at all.—I am surprised that you too should have reason to complain. Your success, I had supposed, considerable, if not complete. Your desire for a more genial climate is expressed in very like language to that of a Boston friend who recently wrote me on the subject, and I answer as I did to him6—"If you have no dread of the frequent prospect of the reign of mongrelianism in our miserable country, then you can find no more grateful or advantageous region in which to invest capital. There is no money here. Every body is bankrupt, and there is any quantity of rich and beautiful lands sold daily for a song. Fine houses and excellent farms can be had for the merest trifle. Good lands in healthy districts are sold daily at 50/ioo to $3.00 per acre. There is now one farm of 70 acres, in a pretty country, one of the most salubrious, contiguous to several villages and to one large city, well situated in a small hamlet where a few excellent families reside,
'Esther Singleton Roach died on Feb. 8; Annie Tefft Roach was born on Apr. 6. See note 83, May 2, 1868 (1301).
We have not located Simms' letter to his Boston friend Arthur Williams Austin (see introductory sketch).