This letter was written by Susanna (Whyte) Gore (1756-1832), the daughter of Capt. Benjamin Whyte (1724-1790) and Elizabeth Aspinwall (1729-1785) of Brookline, Norfolk County, Massachusetts. Susanna was first married to Nathaniel Seaver (1748-1792) by whom she had at least seven children — one of whom is mentioned in this letter, that being Edward Whyte Seaver (1785-1864). Susanna married her second husband, Samuel Gore (1751-1831), in 1795. Samuel had previously been married also and had at least nine children of his own, one of which — John Gore (b. 1780) — is mentioned enjoying an evening cigar with his father in this letter.
Samuel Gore was the son of Boston merchant John Gore (1718-1796) and Frances Pinckney (1726-1796). He worked as a house painter in Boston with a shop on Court Street, at the corner of Gore’s Alley, now Brattle Street. Known as a true “son of liberty,” Gore was a documented participant in the Boston Tea Party of 1773. He was also the first treasurer of the Massachusetts Charitable Mechanics Association, a Freemason, and a member of St. Andrew’s Lodge. His younger brother Christopher Gore (1758-1827) was a Harvard-educated lawyer and the 8th Governor of Massachusetts (1808-1810).
Susanna wrote the letter to her younger brother, Oliver Whyte (1771-1844) who married Elizabeth Richardson [or Grafton?] in 1812. Oliver was a merchant in Petersburg, Georgia, where he also served as the post master, at the time this letter was written. By 1805, Oliver had established himself as a cotton broker in Boston.
Addressed to Mr. Oliver Whyte, Post Master, Petersburgh, Georgia
April 24th, 9 o’clock & past P.M. 
My dear Brother,
Your must esteemed favor of 30th March came to hand the 22 instant. I was very much gratified to hear of the safe arrival of your goods. The dispatch lay snug in at the Vineyard & received no injury. I expect she is now returning to Boston again. If she brings any news, I shall give it you by first opportunity after her arrival.
I am very happy to learn Mr. Ripley’s conduct through the whole of his misfortune has been honorable. I hope he will very soon be in good business again to be blessed as his merits deserve. Note the content of your letter, the name of a Jacobin is so obnoxious, I do not wish to defile myself or trouble you with my thoughts upon them. I trust without fear our approved Constitution — lover of virtue & true religion — will be everlastingly supported by our all sufficient friend. What is frail man? May we put our trust in God & no evil can destroy us if any foreign scum is collected. I doubt not he will be so fit to cleanse our bar___ & provide us with such commanders as shall steer their course to the land of true patriotism & sink in oblivion & shame such as those cruel heroes Czar Bonaparte & Cromwell (let us recollect our dearly beloved Washington, revere his virtues, & follow his examples as much as possible. Then I am sanguine in the belief of being well provided for).
Aspinwall is now with us, it being vacation. He is a remarkable, active & attentive child. I go tomorrow, weather & health permitting, to see Edward. He has had the measles upon him. The clock is now striking ten. All the girls gone to bed. Mr. Gore & John nearly finished their cigars; therefore, they will soon be for bed, & I will wish you a good night’s rest, a good sermon for you tomorrow, & then retire. When I return from Quincy, I will call upon you again.
Sabbath evening, 8 o’clock
I have now returned about one hour since. Therefore, I find myself rested enough to converse with you cheerfully.
This morning at ½ past 8 o’clock, George & I stepped into the chaise. The horse, in his usual humor, took us to Edward’s lodgings by ten. I found Edward well enough to ride. Therefore, George took him a short distance. A five, or a little past, I left him doing very well. After enjoying a very pleasant ride, arrived safe. I found all the girls at their books; also Aspinwall. I have not seen Mr. Gore since I returned, he being out upon his usual excursion.
Having nothing more of consequence to say, shall wish you as an agreeable night’s rest as your affectionate sister desires, — Susanna Gore