Here dwells the Devill-surely this’s Hell. Tis Hell 'tis Hell! and Devills here do dwell: Keep on, and not at this curs’t Mansion light.
May all that dread the cruel feind of night However, I thought it proper to warn poor Travailers to endeavor to Avoid falling into circumstances like ours, which at our next Stage I sat down and did as followeth: Hee differed only in this from the old fellow in to’ther Country: hee let us depart. they call’d the old Sophister, who was as sparing of his words as his daughters had bin, and no, or none, was the reply’s hee made us to our demands. But meeting his two daughters, as I suposed twins, they so neerly resembled each other, both in features and habit, and look’t as old as the Divel himselfe, and quite as Ugly, We desired entertainment, but could hardly get a word out of' um, till with our Importunity, telling them our necesity, &c.
#MJOURNAL OF MADAME KIGHT FULL#
However, like the rest of Deluded souls that post to the Infernal denn, Wee made all posible speed to this Devil’s Habitation where alliting, in full assurance of good accommodation, wee were going in. But I questioned whether we ought to go to the Devil to be helpt out of affliction.
But the post encouraged mee, by saying wee should be well accommodated anon at mr. This Rode was poorly furnished with accommodations for Travellers, so that we were forced to ride 22 miles by the post’s account, but nearer thirty by mine, before wee could bait so much as our Horses, which I exceedingly complained of. He and the Post put on very furiously, so that I could not keep up with them, only as now and then they’d Stop till they see mee. Her frank humor and often bigoted descriptions of people she met, anxiety about river crossings, displeasure with the rough inns she stayed in, and habit of turning experience into poetry were all expressed here.Ībout four in the morning, we set out for Kingston (for so was the Town called) with a french Docter in our company. In this section of the journal she kept of her trip, Knight described what it was like to travel on horseback, accompanied by a mail carrier and other travelers, from Kingston, Rhode Island, to New London, Connecticut. After his death she continued to do very well for herself, buying and selling land and keeping an inn. During her husband’s lifetime she supported herself and her family by running a shop, teaching handwriting to children, copying legal documents, and taking in boarders. Madam Knight, as she was called, was an unusually independent woman for her time. In October 1704, Sarah Kemble Knight set off on what would be a five month journey, by herself, from her home in Boston to New York and back again. Please review Rights and Reproductions for details.“Wee made Good speed along”: Boston Businesswoman Sarah Knight Travels From Kingston to New London, 1704 The use of images, text, and all other media found on this website is limited.
In keeping with this legacy, object information is continually being reviewed, updated, and enriched in order to give greater access to the collection. Isabella Stewart Gardner kept meticulous records of many of her acquisitions. Printed ink on paper with woodcut prints Web Commentary Inscribed (on front end page) in pencil: J L Gardner Jr.Inscribed (on title page) in pencil: Mrs GardnerIllustrated with woodcut prints by an unknown illustrator. #001261706) ProvenanceĮntered Isabella Stewart Gardner's collection after 1865. Half-bound in black leather marbled paper stamped gilded lettering on spine Description The private journal of a journey from Boston to New York in the year 1704.
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