And sprightly Eliza Pinckney expresses her admiration for her husband with her characteristic frankness, when she writes:  “I am married, and the gentleman I have made choice of comes up to my plan in every title.”  Years later, after his death, she writes with the same frankness to her mother:  “I was for more than 14 years the happiest mortal upon Earth!  Heaven had blessed me beyond the lott of Mortals & left me nothing to wish for....  I had not a desire beyond him."[81]

If the letters and other writings describing home life in those old days may be accepted as true, it is not to be wondered at that husbands longed so intensely to rejoin the domestic circle.  The atmosphere of the colonial household will be more minutely described when we come to consider the social life of the women of the times; but at this point we may well hear a few descriptions of the quaint and thoroughly lovable homes of our forefathers.  William Byrd, the Virginia scholar, statesman, and wit, tells in some detail of the home of Colonel Spotswood, which he visited in 1732: 

“In the Evening the noble Colo. came home from his Mines, who saluted me very civily, and Mrs. Spotswood’s Sister, Miss Theky, who had been to meet him en Cavalier, was so kind too as to bid me welcome.  We talkt over a legend of old Storys, supp’d about 9 and then prattl’d with the Ladys, til twas time for a Travellour to retire.  In the meantime I observ’d my old Friend to be very Uxorious, and exceedingly fond of his Children.  This was so opposite to the Maxims he us’d to preach up before he was marry’d, that I you’d not forbear rubbing up the Memory of them.  But he gave a very good-natur’d turn to his Change of Sentiments, by alleging that who ever brings a poor Gentlewoman into so solitary a place, from all her Friends and acquaintance, wou’d be ungrateful not to use her and all that belongs to her with all possible Tenderness.”

“...At Nine we met over a Pot of Coffee, which was not quite strong enough to give us the Palsy.  After Breakfast the Colo. and I left the Ladys to their Domestick Affairs....  Dinner was both elegant and plentifull.  The afternoon was devoted to the Ladys, who shew’d me one of their most beautiful Walks.  They conducted me thro’ a Shady Lane to the Landing, and by the way made me drink some very fine Water that issued from a Marble Fountain, and ran incessantly.  Just behind it was a cover’d Bench, where Miss Theky often sat and bewail’d her fate as an unmarried woman.”

“...In the afternoon the Ladys walkt me about amongst all their little Animals, with which they amuse themselves, and furnish the Table....  Our Ladys overslept themselves this Morning, so that we did not break our Fast till Ten."[82]

We are so accustomed to look upon George Washington as a godlike man of austere grandeur, that we seldom or never think of him as lover or husband.  But see how home-like the life at Mount Vernon was, as