On Wednesday we rode to Ballstown, through a very miserable country. But the place is tolerably pretty and we found a very pleasant company collected here. I made a number of agreeable acquaintances here in the five days which we passed, and had I not been very much tormented by the idea of my sickness, I have no doubt that I could have enjoyed myself very much. My time was passed in the company of Mrs. Otis,1
a very agreeable woman, the Wells family who were here during the Spring, and a number of other ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Hone of New York was here too who renewed his attentions to us. I found him a very pleasant man.
Being so near Saratoga where all the principal beauty and fashion was with a great mixture of other things not so agreeable in the bargain, I thought it became me to go over there and see the place at least, as Madame did not propose to make any stay. It is a very ugly situation in a sandy soil and covering with dust all the men and horses. As a spot for fashion to fix I was surprised, as a place for invalids, whatever benefit the springs might produce would be quickly destroyed by an overlong stay towards the autumn. I have no doubt of the efficacy of the waters, but I cannot see the imposing necessity of fixing one’s self there for weeks when nothing is pursued but pleasure. Not one out of five who go to Saratoga drink the water as a medicinal remedy to complaints. Were this not true, a foreigner would be led [to]
judge rather harshly of the healthiness of our country, when he sees twelve hundred and two thousand announced as the number of visitors during a week, and without this deduction certainly with all appearance of truth. But then the question seems what the devil is the use of going to such a spot for pleasure, when our country affords so many beautiful spots where you are not constantly surrounded by stumps of trees, and hillocks of sand, without verdure and with incessant monotony. I think in this wide country not one quarter of which I have seen however, no uglier place could have been pitched
upon as the scene of dashing high life for two months of the twelve.
But this will not last. It is becoming too cheap and too common to go there. Some change will be operated and then some prettier spot will be fixed upon. Saratoga is now however in it’s glory and riding, singing, drinking, dancing and all accompanying pleasures are the constant order of day and night. Enough of this I say, and I staid but an hour during each of the two days on which I visited it.2
Governor Clinton, Mr. Van Buren, Mr. M’Lane, Mr. Cambreleng and some others were there, which showed that all things were not lying on the superficies.3
Whilst at our place at Ballstown were Col. Hayne, Mr. Drayton, and a variety of S. Carolinians who were amusing
themselves here during the healthy season.4
But I had seen and cared so little about any politics that I felt no disposition to talk much upon the subject. I employed myself as well as I was able in eating, drinking, walking, dancing, talking and billiards and riding. A very useful life indeed.