Can the Friend of my heart who is engraven there, as with the point of a diamond,
Question whether it is in the power of the greatest Commotion, danger or Absence, to erase
the tender Idea, or in the Least impair the Sincerest friendship? No you have been the
object of my waking thoughts & my nightly dreams, but since we were dispossest of our
earthly enjoyments, all nature has seemd to be reversd, & with it the weakned mind of your
friend renderd incapable of attending to those pleasures which made life agreable. Nor can
she yet forget, nor with old Time ever erase the horrors of that midnight Cry, preceeding
the Bloody Massacre at Lexington, when we were rousd from the benign Slumbers of
the season, by beat of drum & ringing of Bell, with the dire alarm, That a thousand of
the Troops of George the third were gone forth to murder the peacfull inhabitants of
the Surrounding Villages. A few hours with the dawning day Convincd us the Bloody
purpose was executing. The platoon firing assuring us, the rising Sun must witness
the Bloody Carnage. Not knowing what the Event would be at Cambridge
at their return of these Bloody ruffians, and seeing another Brigade dispatchd to
the Assistance of the former, Looking with the ferocity of Barbarians, It seemd
Necessary to retire to some place of Safety till the Calamity was passd. My partner
had been a fortnight Confind by illness. After dinner we set out not knowing whither
we went, we were directed to a place Calld fresh pond about a mile from the town, but what
a distressd house did we find there filld with women whose husbands were gone forth
to meet the Assailiants, 70 or 80 of these with numbers of Infant Children, Crying and
agonizing for the Fate of their husbands. In adition to this scene of distress we were for
Some time in Sight of the Battle, the glistening instruments of death proclaiming by an
incessant fire, that much blood must be shed, that many widowd & orphand ones
be Left as monuments of that persecuting Barbarity of British Tyranny. Another uncom
fortable night we passd, some nodding in their chairs, others resting their weary limbs on the
floor. The welcome harbinger of day gave notice of its dawning light but brings us news it is
to return to Cambridge as the enemy were advancing up the river & firing on the town, to
stay in this place was impracticable, methinks in that hour I felt the force of my Mother
Eves Soliloquy on being driven out of Paradise, comparing small things with great

O unexpected stroke, worse than of death!
Must I thus Leave thee, Paradise? thus Leave
Thee, native soil! these happy walks, and shades
fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend
quiet, tho sad, the respit of that day
that must be mortal to us both!—
how shall I part and whither wander down
into a lower world; to this obscure
and wild? how shall we breath in other air
Less pure, accustomd to immortal fruits?

and could only be Consold by the mild reply of Michael her Guardian Angel

Lament not Eve, but patiently resign
whet justly thou has Lost: nor set thy heart
thus over fond, on that which is not thine.
thy going is not Lonely; with thee goes
thy husband; him to follow thou art bound,
where he abides, think there thy native Soil.

His Bening words to Adam must also afford Consolation to the lonely Soul

His omnipresence fills Land, Sea & air.
Surmise not then
His presence to these narrow bounds Confin'd

Thus with precipitancy were we driven to the town of Andover, following some of our
acquaintance, five of us to be conveyd with one poor tired horse & Chaise. Thus we began
our [pilgrimage] alternately walking & riding, the roads filld with frighted women & children
Some in carts with their tallest furniture, others on foot fleeing into the woods
but what added greatly to the horror of the Scene was our passing thro the Bloody
field at Menotomy which was strewd with the mangled Bodies, we met one Affectionate
Father with a Cart looking for his murderd Son & picking up his Neighbours who
had fallen in Battle, in order for their Burial.

I should not have chose this town for an Asylum, being but 20 miles from Seaports where
men of war & their Pirates are Stationed, but in being fixd here I see it is not in
man to direct his steps. As you kindly enquire after our Situation, I must tell
you it is Rural & romantically pleasing. Seated in a truly retired spot, no house in
sight, within a mile of Neighbours, thinly settled, the House decent & neat stands
under the shade of two venerable Elms
on a gently rising, one flight of steps with a View of a spacious meadow befour it, a
Small Rivulet meandering thro it, the grassy Carpet interspersd with a Variety of flowery
shrubs, several little mounts rising in the Conic form intersected with fertile spots
of waving grain. The Horizon bounded with a thick wood as if nature intended
a Barricade against the Canonade of some formidable despot. But here all is

perfect Silence, nothing is heard but the melody of the groves & the unintelligible Language
of the Animal Creation. From the profound stillness & serenity of this Woody region
I can almost persuade myself we are the only human inhabitants of Creation, & instead of
Losing my fondness for Society I shall have a higher relish for the pleasures of friendly
Converse & Social endearments, tho the Family we live with are very obliging.
But alas the gloomy appearance of mortal things sets the Vanity of human life in
the Clearest demonstration before me, nor can I forbear to drop a tear over that
Seminary which has been the glory of this Land, and Lamenting those walls early dedicated
to the Study of Science & Calm Philosophy Instead of the delightful harmony of nature
nothing but the din of arms & the Clarion of War. the Youth dispersd, the hands of their
preceptors sealed up, those fountains of knowledge the Library & Apparatus entirely
useless & perhaps may fall into those hands whose highest joy would be to plunge us
into darkness & Ignorance that we might become fitter Subjects for Slavery & Despotic
rule, my partner wishes some attention might be paid to these important Treasures.
Oh shall we ever be restord to that peacefull abode, that happy roof where retird from all
the glitter & noise of the gay & busy world my Consort would joy to finish his mortal life
in investigating the great Temple of the Skies & adoring the Divine Architect of Heaven
& quietly quitting this Lower Creation.

When I think of the Sufferings of my Friends in Boston I am ashamed that my inconvenience
should have such an undue effect upon me. I blush that I have so little Fortitude
to encounter the Struggles we must expect to meet before the unnatural Campaign
is over. I must Confess I sometimes Indulge Fears which excite mirth rather than
Sympathy in my Philosoper. I have not seen our Son Since his return from
Sea. It is a Satisfaction that our Sons possess that love of Liberty which will engage
them in the Cause of their Bleeding Country. It would give me great pleasure to pay
you a Visit in your hospitable abode of peace & Elegance, but the Length of the journey
& the uncertainty of the times forbid it. It would add Inexpressible pleasure to us to see
you in our Rural retirement, then might I profit by your Example of Equanimity &
patience in times of Affliction. We are now cut off from all our Living, but those
divine intimations in that Sacred Book which have been the Consolation of
Many an Exild one must be our Support. pray Let me hear from you as often
as possible.     As it has been the mode of some distinguished Patriots on the other side

the water in their Late letters to a person of my acquaintance in these perilous times not
to affix any Signature to them but that of Sentiment & Affection, so in humble
imitation after offering my partners & my best Affection to you & Coll. Warren
I Subscribe Yours Unalterably


Mrs Winthrop