quarto, 4 pages, short splits along horizontal folds, neatly inscribed in ink, very good, clean condition.
Fessenden writes:
Mr. Hunt
Dear
Sir,
… When I received your first Letter, I had no less than four different
works in the printer’s press, to wit The New England Farmer, The Horticultural
Register, The Silk Manual, and a new edition, with additions etc. of a work which
I wrote many years ago, and which was first published in England, entitled
Tractoration etc. I was, besides, a member of the Massachusetts Legislature,
having been chosen Representative from Boston. Besides all that, my partner in
business, Mr. Barrett, who owned the New England Farmer, of which I am the
Editor, was soon taken sick, and died in about a fortnight … I have also been
confined for a fortnight past nearly all the time to my chamber, by a complaint
in my head. I am better, however, and hope to go out this day.
Now with regard to my land, I wish you to manage it as you would if it
was your own. I am particularly anxious that the timber should not be
destroyed, nor the young growth of trees, if there is any, be injured by cattle
browsing on it, nor by any other means. You will be so good as to see to the
making of such fences as may be necessary to secure the wood lot, which you
wrote about in your first letter, and such other outside fences as you may
think advisable. You may have the use of the land for the sum you mentioned, 50
dollars a year…
You cannot be more anxious to see me in Illinois than I am to come and
make you a visit. But I cannot leave Boston this year without not only
sacrificing much of my little property but violating several engagements which
I have entered into with printers and others. I hope, however, though I cannot
at this time promise certainly … I would not be understood as making any
positive engagement to make my appearance in Illinois next spring … You may be
assured that I shall not make sale of my land in Illinois without your advice
and concurrence and in fact have no intention of parting with it at any rate at
present. I perceive by some newspapers, that lands in Illinois when the owners
live out of the state are sometimes sold for taxes without his knowledge. I
hope you will see that such a ting does not happen to me …”
[His wife then adds family news]: “… Mr.
Fessenden has had a pretty severe attack of his old head complaint but is now
about again without a [?] for about ten days he could not walk alone across the
chamber. The addition of nursing to that of housekeeping has been almost too
much. I thought last night I was going to be sick, I was obliged to go to bed
by the middle of the afternoon but took a dose of physic and today I am about
again …”
Fessenden likely never journeyed to
Illinois, where he planned to retire as a small farmer; he died of a brain
tumor the following year. His good friend Nathaniel Hawthorne was moved to
write a eulogy and brief biography of the New England poet, editor and
politician he called “a man of genius … like no other … worthy to be remembered
both in the literary and political annals of our country…” Apart from being
constantly drawn, at financial cost, to “schemers of all sorts”, investing in
patents, inventions of bizarre machines, Fessenden was a practicing lawyer,
founder and editor of several agricultural and horticultural magazines, a
member of the Massachusetts legislature, and a prolific author of poetry and
prose, his published works including “terrible Tractoration”, which he mentions
in this letter, a satire in verse, first published in England, which Hawthorne
called “a work of strange and grotesque ideas aptly expressed”; “The New
American Gardener”, which gave instructions on growing fruits, vegetables and
grapevines, and “The Husbandman and Housewife, a Collection of Valuable Recipes
and Directions”, now valued in the antiquarian book market as an early book of
American gastronomy.
Fessenden’s letters are uncommon. None have
been sold at auction in recent years and a scattered few appear in the holdings
of Dartmouth, Brown, and the University of Virginia.