Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 3

Thursday. 2nd.

Saturday. 4th.

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Friday. 3rd.

The day was warm but threatened with many Clouds. I spent more than an hour after breakfast, copying papers for my father. After executing these, I got ready to go to town. Madame my Mother this day took leave of Quincy on her return to Washington. She has proved to me over again that her residence there is not an agreeable one to her. I suppose she would be glad not to try it again. What a misfortune has this taste been to my Father. When I think upon it I feel grieved at the result, but it is not remediable.


We did not reach town until twelve o’clock when I went directly down to my Office. Of course I had exceeding little time to do any thing. I executed my work of every day and returned home. My Mother dined with us and started although with a lowering sky upon her Journey. She goes as far as Watertown tonight. I was glad that she went as it relieves us here from the responsibility which would have rested upon us had she been at Quincy alone. But I felt melancholy upon losing her. For she has been very kind to us.

I read Cicero as usual, though from the multitude of Notes I did not progress very fast. Evening, Corinne, and Lady Morgan for a short time, but as my Wife was very much wearied from a sleepless night, she retired early and I read Mr. Drake’s Sketch of Addison, after which I reviewed the rest of the Eleventh Book of Paradise Lost, and read the Twelfth Book. Finished two Numbers of the Tatler.