[Letter from Elizabeth Upshur Teackle to her daughter, Elizabeth Ann Upshur Teackle, June 23, 1817]

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that you will have to take my place in the battle of the trenches against your father, when you come home, & will have one less to contend with-

Your reflection, my dear, is a very just one that we have laudably laboured for an attainment, always [illegible] the enjoyment of every good _ I am certain that those who roll in plenty, without the trouble of requiring it, enjoy far less a [illegible] their abun dance, than the poor, who labour for their small pittance. It is so order'd by Providence in this justice, that the call of human happiness may be equally balanced: & it is equally balanced: if we do but look with eyes unclouded by discontent, we shall convinced if the jus tice of reason in all things;

The garden does look pretty I think, although by no means [illegible] to our plan. Young & luxuriant vegetation however wild & untrained, is always an interesting and beautiful object, to the eye of taste; & perhaps, even in a garden, where custom claims order & fashion in its disposition, Nature looks the more lovely, for being unconstraind & in dishabille with her flowing robes, & wildly streaming [tresses?] of green. Dirt however, every lady should avoid in her apparel, & unfortunately at this

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