Brookfield [Mass.], August 28, 1808. Some soiling along old folds on the final page; a very good copy, legible throughout.. 3.5 pages on an unlined bifolium, 9 x 7.25 inches, approx. 1250 words. ìMy dear friend ñ I need not surely tell you now, that when I was last at Boston, I was close beset, by all the horrors of the hypo ñ I told you then by word and deed ñ You saw full well the control this spectre, had gained over your friend.î A remarkable account of a Congressman and lawyer who had been battling ìthe bluesî and his gratitude (interspersed with flights of classical and literary allusion to convey the frustrations of his illness) to a friend in Boston who offered help during Uphamís depressive spell, ìthat frightful and fateful morning, which staggered even your fortitude & caused to tremble your nerves and appalled your stout heart and indeed so jaundiced your clear-sighted eyes as to constrain you, by a sort of sympathy, to behold snakes and ëtapewormsí by thousands, crawling from the mouth nose and ears of your distempered, afflicted friend.î Upham recounts his frustrations with the ìDoct. Sagradoî who had attempted to cure him, and his ineffectual itinerary through the medicinal springs of New England: ìWherever I went, they were treading on my heels ñ I drank every kind of water, plunged into all sorts and qualities of water ñ salt, fresh, and mineral, and into each of these, under every Temperature ñ hold cold and tepid ñ These devils waded and swam after me, go where I would, neither water nor mud nor mire could check their race ñ indeed no barrier whatever could impede this pursuit óó As Caesar plunged into the Tiber and followed Cassius, so did these infernal spirits plunge after me, into the Congress spring ñ the Columbia spring ñ the Washington spring ñ the flat-rock spring ñ the round rock spring and all the other springs of Saratoga ñ into all the springs of Ballstown ñ into those at Lebanon and at Stafford. But these aerial miscreants did not like Caesar to Cassius ëcry help me or I sinkí : if they had, God knows! They might have sunk for all me.î Upham also includes a meditation on the deadness of time during his ìhypoîóîI was worked up, for about three weeks, to a dreadful pitch. Time hung upon my neck like a millstone ñ I know not how to get rid of a day or an hour ñ The clocks and watches, with me would not budge at all.î Upham closes with ìa few words in plain english, my friend,î to thank Sullivan sincerely for helping Upham in his recovery. Upham was a Harvard gradate, lawyer, and from 1807 until 1810 a Federalist congressman from Brookfield. Sullivan (1774-1839) appears from all accounts to have been esteemed as a friend to many during his career as a lawyer in Boston. (Inventory #: 17584)
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