Spring Farm Phalanx, Octr 11th 46.
Friend Amy
Here we are in the woods 23 miles from
Lake Michigan, 17 from a school house, and the same from a
Post Office, till [sic] last week, now we are but eight, which we consider
a Telegraphic proximity, we are seventeen from a rum shop and 60
from a church so that our Spiritual and Spirituous interests are
rather poorly provided for; We arrived at Sheboygan after a very
– I had almost said pleasant voyage, but I verily believe that
would be something new under the sun; true there is a great deal
that is novel and sublime in riding o’er the vast exhause [sic] of water[e];
it is terribly magnificent to view the wild commotion of the elements
in a storm, it is beautiful to sit upon a vessel’s deck in pleasant
weather communing with the kindred spirits that may chance
to be your fellow passengers, or perusing the productions of the giant
minds who have illuminated earth with intellectual sun beams;
there is something of primeval grandeur in the interminable
range of forest trees that greet the eye on either shore, unbroken,
except occasionally by an Indian hut or white man’s clearing;
Yet for all this, the confinement to the vessel for so long a
time, the bad temper of some of your “co mates and brothers
in exile”-ship, the want of convenience for cooking, eating,
sleeping and bathing, the lack of cleanliness on the part of
some, and the prevalence of music from the “Cherubim and
Seraphine that continually do cry,” are sources of unpleasantness
for which an antidote can scarcely be found on ship-board.
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war is certainly the most suicidal policy that could possibly be pursued,
it is like the conduct of the Jews during the last siege of Jerusalem, divided into
numerous bands they waged a war of internal extermination, and except the
immediate presence of the enemy nothing could stay their fratricidal hands, what
fate could they expect but such as they met with? and yet the lesson they left us
is scattered to the winds, we blindly steer our vessel to the strand on which
they were wrecked, and throw ourselves headlong into the whirlpool which engulphed [sic]
them, verily experience does not make man wise until it thunders at his own
door, but let us hope for the best, although the storm is howling around us now
we may yet reach the desired haven. be so good as to give my best respects
to Isaac and Sarah, Eliab and Rebecca, and all the rest of my Rochester friends.
tell Eliab and Mr Kedyie that I shall be glad to have my papers and Phrenological
Journals directed to * [Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin,]
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*Please to direct to Plymouth P.O.
Sheboygan Co
Wisconsin
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I shall be thankful if Eliab
will send a paper back to the Herald with my P.O. address, as he can do it
so much quicker than I can. with my best wishes for the success of your
approaching Fair, and best hopes for the progress of the cause, and sincere regards
for yourself I remain
Thy Friend,
John W Burn
P.S. I have said nothing about Sarah because she is going to speak for herself.