Henry Livingston, Jr.
Henry Livingston's Letters

Transcription - New York Historical Society

Utica September 3rd 1815

Dearest Mother

Excuse my negligence in not writing ere this. I arrived in this Village and at this house precisely at 7 o'clock on Fryday evening, both myself and horse very much fatigued, the road from Albany Westward is abominable. During the heavy rains those large six horse waggons were constantly travelling the road which cut it up very much, leaving deep holes which are not only very unpleasant but in some instances are dangerous.

Mr. Breese's family I found well and in good spirits, except himself he is very dull and low-spirited, sitting at times half an hour without speaking unless spoken to, and then only to answer in the shortest terms. However he is much better than he has been. There is not a word spoken in the family respecting the little boy that died. Sam arrived in Utica the evening before me. Utica is a very pretty Village and

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lives in a stile beyond mediocrity. Mr. Cody is a very clever fellow and, I am told, in a good business. Uncle Beekman has removed on a farm 25 miles from John's Town. Respecting his circumstances I know nothing.

Now I suppose you wish to know something to my plans &c. It is altogether probable I shall start for Sackett's Harbour next Monday with Sam Breese who is ordered to that station. The idea of Genese river and Niagara is abandoned, but I think it altogether probable I shall go to Auburn, Ithaca &c and return by the way of Newburgh. I have some hopes of forming a partnership with a physician in this place, quite an eminent man whose practice is worth 9,000 Dolls per Annum. He thinks it altogether probable he shall want a partner and if so he has given me the refusal. I can't conceive how Mr Downs traveled 1000 miles with 23 Dolls. He must have lived on potatoes and buttermilk. My horse I find performs very well and at present feels very well. The scenery on the Mohawk in some places is truly beautiful and in others sublime. The water rose during the rain xx feet, overwhelming those rich fertile meadows and fields, destroying and injuring the crops of every description. Almost every bridge on the road was carried off. I must now draw to a conclusion. Sam is now waiting for me to go to Rome and has been for an hour. My health is good. Farewell. Give my love to all at home &c.

Yours affectionately,

Chas. P. Livingston

Henry Livingston, Esq.,
Po'keepsie, N. Y.


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