Steamboat Water Witch on the Mississippi
Twelve miles above the mouth of the Ohio, June 3, 1832
My dear Frances,
I left Cincinnati on the 31st,--the day mentioned in my last letter. Previous to going I dined with Mr. Guilford where I met with about a dozen of what I supposed were the choice spirits of the place. Among them was Mr. King brother of Charles King--a sallow-faced man with much of his brother's manner. 1 It was a different thing from a New York dinner. The dinner hour was two--and about half past two, the lady of the house who had been sitting with the guests in the parlour withdrew and after a few minutes made her appearance again at the door, when dinner was announced and we all got up and followed her into the dining room. The lady took her seat on the side, not at the head of the table, and I was placed next to her. The dinner if I am not mistaken consisted of but two dishes, roast beef and roast veal--though I will not swear that there was not a piece of ham--with the usual vegetables of the season. There was a very little drinking of wine. The dessert consisted of a large dish of delicious strawberries, and as soon as these were dispatched Mrs. Guilford rose and we all followed her back to the apartment where we at first assembled. Such I suppose is the etiquette of a Cincinnati dinner. I should think we were not an hour at the table. Among the guests was a young man of the name of Thomas who I was given to understand had written poetry, who is lame, and wears his neckcloth à la Byron. 2 Mr. Flint at parting gave me a copy of his new edition of the Geography and furnished me with a letter to Gov. Clark of St. Louis.
On the 1st. of June between eight and nine in the morning I ar-