Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 5

Thursday. 18th.

Saturday. 20th.

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Friday. 19th.

I remained at Quincy until four or five o’clock. My time was not passed very usefully and yet agreeably. There is a great deal of pleasure to be derived from the desultory reading in a Library. It prevents the necessity of continued thought and yields a variety that is inspiriting. I read some of Antoine Hamilton’s rambling stories which are told with a good deal of volatile humor.1 Also Werther the other extreme of sentimentality. My father’s library is a treasure from which I scarcely draw enough.

In the afternoon as it seemed to threaten rain I concluded to start for Medford. My Mother seemed better, and yet she has more fever and consequent strength than I perfectly confide in. I did not reach home until evening. Finished the Essays of Elia which have on the whole disappointed me.


Copies of two editions (1749) of the Oeuvres mêlées of Charles Antoine Hamilton, along with copies of three of the contes published separately, are in MQA.