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In this way Jack Wonnell had followed Meshach to the court-house corner, where stood Judge Custis's brick bank which, of late, had done little discounting and, from the open space between it and the court-house in its rear, he peeped after Milburn up the main cross street, called Prince William Street, which stopped right at Judge Custis's gate.
Meanwhile, Washington endeavored to keep him engaged in his studies, but with little success, as appears by the following extract from a letter to Doctor Stuart, young Custis's stepfather, written on the twenty-second of January, 1799, soon after the cornet received his appointment:
"My Dear Mary: I received this morning your addenda to Annie Wickham's letter inclosing Custis's. I also received by same mail a letter from Mr.
John Breckenridge will preach the funeral sermon over this murdered saint. "With conservative, yet proud, grief, "Affectionately, your uncle, "ALLAN McLANE." "Oh, sir!" Vesta exclaimed, turning blindly towards her husband; "mother is dead. Where can I turn?" "Where but to me, poor soul!" Milburn replied, knowing nothing of Mrs. Custis's late feelings against him.
You can't buy a nigger to save your life. When some of Jedge Custis's niggers in Accomac run away he wouldn't let people hunt for 'em." Jack Wonnell put his bell-crown to the side of his mouth again, grinned hideously, and whispered: "Kin you keep a secret?" Levin nodded, yes. "Hope a may die?" "Hope I may die, Jack." "Jedge Custis is gwyn to be sold out by Meshach Milburn." "What a lie, Jack!"
The daughter went to the window and looked down, and then returned to her mother's ear. "Hush, mother, it is papa. Now, wash your eyes at the toilet. Let us meet him cheerfully. Never say again that he is beyond reclamation, while we can try!" A kiss smoothed Mrs. Custis's countenance.
I believe Washington means well, but has not resolution to act well." For the entire correspondence alluded to, and a vast amount of information concerning the private life of Washington, the reader is referred to Custis's Recollections and Private Memoirs of the Father of his Country. Lossing's Mount Vernon and its Associations, page 313. Ib., page 314.
At the prospect of a drink, of which he was too fond, Levin led the way to the Washington Tavern, where there was a material addition to the attendance since Jimmy Phoebus had called to every passer-by that Meshach Milburn, on the testimony of Jack Wonnell, had actually been and gone and disappeared in Judge Custis's doorway, and nearly a dozen townsfolks were now discussing the why and wherefore, when, suddenly, Levin Dennis came out of Church Street with a man over six feet high, of a prodigious pair of legs, and arms nearly as long, with a cold, challenging, yet restless pair of blue eyes, and with reddish-brown beard and hair, coarse and stringy.
He sot up in de loft of his ole sto' readin' de Bible upside down to git de debbil's frenship. De debbil come in one night, and says to ole Meshach: 'Yer's my hat! Go, take it, honey, and measure land wid it, and all de land you measure is yo's, honey! An' Meshach's measured mos' all dis county in. Jedge Custis's land is de last."
John Simpkins, the present agent, can put you in the way of visiting the island, and you might carry my sweet daughter, Tabb, over and give her a surf bath. But do not let the mosquitoes annoy her. Give her much love from me. I am writing in Mildred's room, who is very grateful for your interest in her behalf. She is too weak to speak. I hope Rob had a pleasant trip. Tell me Custis's plans.
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