Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 3

Thursday 21st.

Saturday 23rd.

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Friday. 22d.

Morning mild and pleasant. Went to the Office as usual—My time as much occupied in affairs of business. My tenant called upon me to talk over the matter and from what he said I feel disposed to close the 140agreement with him. It is not worthwhile to listen to the conversation of such a man as Hollis whom I do not entirely think well of, when after inquiring of the Officers in town who would be very likely to know, I find they have no acquaintance whatever with the man. This would prevent the supposition that he is notorious which was Hollis’ assertion. On the whole I begin to think Hollis is a poor fellow—This being the second time he has put me in fear of Tenants without good apparent reason. I had an applicant also for the House in Tremont Street, and took it upon me to offer the House upon my own responsibility for three hundred and seventy five dollars. This is a great diminution but it cannot be helped. I lose more by letting the House stay empty. Mr. Leighton called and paid me the rent for the room opposite which winds up that business. I now think of fitting up and advertising them both and moving myself upstairs—Which would put the Building again upon its proper footing. But all these things involve expense which ought to be considered. But if the benefits anticipated were sure they would overbalance them in a very few months. If I get my Houses off, perhaps I may try it. Thus went the morning. I passed the afternoon reading Mitchell’s Aristophanes, The Comedy of the Knights, after which I tried to think over something to say upon the Militia Question tomorrow night, but could hit upon nothing.

Mr. Brooks intimated to me that his Wife was very ill today. I am very fearful her disorder is rapidly approaching to it’s termination, and poor Abby is in tears about it. But I apprehend she has much more to suffer yet. We went out this evening to a little party at Mrs. Dehon’s which was pleasanter than usual and I thought it was ten when the hour of eleven frightened us home.