Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 3

Friday. 3d. CFA Friday. 3d. CFA
Friday. 3d.

This is the Anniversary of my marriage, one year has passed since that time and I can look back upon it with general satisfaction. If hap-313piness is the end of man’s existence I believe I have had as much of it as falls to the lot of man. My disposition is scarcely a complaining one, but rather thankful to the divine giver for the goods I have without grasping for more. The future remains with him.

Rode to town this morning, and spent the morning in a variety of little broken occupations. Paid for the Shares of the Boylston Market, and for my Coal, made several purchases for my Mother, and spent a short time looking for Peaches without success—At least I could find no good ones. Mr. Brooks called with his usual Quarterly Note and I arranged my affairs. My pecuniary matters for the past year have been prosperous, and this is something gained.

Returned to dine and found my Uncle the Judge and his Lady, Miss Smith and Miss Abby Adams who made a party to dine. We had a good and pleasant dinner. Afternoon pursuing the Catalogue, which as the time grows nearer I grow more and more doubtful of the accomplishment.

Saturday 4th. CFA Saturday 4th. CFA
Saturday 4th.

My Catalogue wanted so much of being finished that I concluded to remain at home today and work upon it. Accordingly I was very busy and accomplished a great deal. The Office and the Room upstairs remained to be done and the power to go on with them as I had done with the preceding did not exist which made me hurry faster than I otherwise should have done. Perhaps I did not finish quite so perfectly, and neglected much more the profit I had anticipated and which has made to me much the most amusing part of the Work.

My tastes are decidedly literary and if I had only the Room to exercise them which my father’s Library gives me, or even my own. But at present I do neither.1 I am tossing about in an ocean of nothing, and corrupting proper tastes in desultory reading—Gathering what men call a smattering of reading without the solidity proper to support it.

After a laborious day I went to pass part of the evening at our neighbour Mr. Danl. Greenleaf’s, whose lady had asked my Wife to tea. She is a kindhearted woman very much disposed to be gratified with every thing, and I have felt desirous of treating her with corresponding civility. We there heard of some important news of a new Revolution in France which had overturned the Monarchy. But nobody seemed to put any confidence in the Report as it came. In the evening we returned in time for me to work somewhat longer.


Thus in MS; the thought in is obviously elliptical.