Letter from Thomas Pinckney
page 196-198 of Kennedy & Kirkland, Historic Camden.
Clermont, Sat'y 27 July 1822.My dear Cotesworth:
I have just received your letter of the 23rd, covering the half of a bill for $100.
I send in this and another similar package a long letter which I have written to Judge Johnson — on perusing his account of the transactions of General Gates while in command of the Southern army — it appeared to me that it was so much more unfavorable to the character of that officer than the facts warranted, that I thought it right in me, who was his aide, and who probably am the only person in this State and (perhaps now living) who was a witness to the scenes described, and at the same time from situation acquainted with the General's views, to undertake his defense.
Another part of the Judge's work, throwing in my opinion unmerited censure on the American army which attacked Savannah in conjunction with the French under Destang and a third, which does not give the true representation of Genl. Lincoln's retirement from the army, I have also thought right to notice. Be so good before you send the letter to the Judge to request the favor of your Uncle to peruse it with attention for the purpose of making any alterations he may suggest, and as he was present at Savannah his memory is so accurate that he can decide whether what little I have said on that subject be correct. He will possibly think I have been too civil to the Judge for an officer concerned in that assault — but I believe he did not advert to the serious imputation cast by his expressions: — and old age and calamity have blunted those feelings which would have dictated a more indignant refutation of the calumny. The concluding paragraph of my letter to the Judge will shew what I wish to be your agency in this business.
I would write more at length on this subject, but we are all here in the utmost anxiety for poor little Harriott who was taken with a violent fever the day before yesterday, which has increased, rather than diminished, notwithstanding she has taken much medicine. She has been delirious since yesterday and the doctors think her in imminent danger, and this morning Arrabella has been seized with a fever apparently of the same type — you can easily imagine my poor Lucy's distress —
Sunday Morn'g: Poor little Harriott Horry is no more. We have great hope of Arrabella's recovery. Lucy bears this with her accustomed resignation.