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George FitzHugh

Good day to you! My name is George FitzHugh. I was born in Bedford, Stafford County, VA. I am the fifth son of 13 children. My father's name is Colonel Henry FitzHugh, a verily honorable man and an excellent tobacco farmer in the Northern Neck of Virginia. He was a Colonel of the Stafford county Militia in 1752, about 20 years ago. My mother's name is Sarah Battaile FitzHugh.

Now I beleive you may wish to know a little bit more about my personal life. First off, I verily appreciate card-gaming! I am, what you foreigners would call it; a card-shark? Yes, I have lost a few pounds playing Hazard, but, who hasn't? My mother is sewing me a new coat for the summer! I am greatly pleased at the colour my mother chose for it. Green, if you wish to know. Ah, back to me. I dislike playing anything outside but lawn-bowling, as my mother would paddle me if I ever came home with dirty stockings. My greatest friend is the good Gentleman Benjamin Carter. I often see him at the market days and such, and we have a grand time!

If you will excuse me, I must be off. My tutor is calling me!

Yr. Humble Servant,

G. FitzHugh

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Poet's Corner
Address of the Author to his Bed.
Thou bed, in which I first began,
To be that various creature, man,
And, when again the Fates decree,
The place where I must cease to be;
When sickness comes, to whom I fly,
To soothe my pain and close my eye;
When cares surround me, where I weep;
Or lose them all in Balmy sleep;
When sore with labour, whom I court,
And to thy downy breast resort:
The Centre thou, where joy and pain,
Disease and rest, alternate reign!
Oh! if within thy little space
Som many diferent scenes have place,
Lessons as useful shalt thou teach
As sages dictate, Churchmen preach;
And Men, convinced by thee alone,
This great important truth shall own
That thin partitions do divide
The bounds where good and ill resides;
That nought is perfect here below,
But bliss still borders upon woe.
Author Unknown