Grandmother Elizabeth Gibson Peace; mother Mary Peace Hazard (Hazard Diary 039)

My Grandmother, Elizabeth Gibson Peace, who was born on the island of Barbados (on the Gibson sugar plantation, probably) and married my grandfather, Isaac Peace of [Penns?] Manor near Bristol Pa died in Charleston South Caroline about the year 1806.

Our Grandfather Isaac Peace was a merchant in the city of Charleston several years when he acquired a comfortable fortune, and then settled at Bristol Pa near which village he [was?] born on his estate of [Penns?] Manor and died at Bristol about the year 1819 or 20 and is buried in the Friends’ Burial Ground at Bristol, and near one of the boundary walls or fences of the four sided enclosure. Unfortunately, there is no name on the tomb.

Jos. P. Hazard

July 1888

Our Mother, Mary Peace, daughter of the above mentioned Elizabeth Gibson, knew the famous Hannah Moore of London, as a young girl knows a mature woman.

Hannah Moore was one of the most learned and sensible of women. She was greatly admired for her great ability and learning by George 3d, at whose Palace she was ever a welcome visitor, and spent a great deal of her time there: until when the King remarked to her, that he desired to make her a present, and to know in what form it would be most agreeable to her, to which she replied, “Money.”

The King responded accordingly, but she was never admitted to the Palace thereafter.

Our Mother while at school in Kendal, England was in care of Bankers, Wakefield, Kendal, and she lived with them and was made very happy there. Having finished the rudiments of her education at Kendal, she then went to London for higher branches, where she was in [the] Charge of Sir Edmund Head, who was kind and considerate toward [her], as if she had been his daughter.

The little virtue I may possess, I ascribe to my dear Mother’s love. I ever [bear?] in my mind what would my mother say if I should do anything that was seriously wrong, and she should know it.

She was my Guardian Angel, indeed, and is so, to this day.

Nevertheless, I am quite aware that I must have done more, in life, of wrong, every day. But stumbling is the lot of all who are obliged to learn how to walk.

Transcribed by Jessica Wilson

June 28, 2021