Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 6

Friday. 10th. CFA Friday. 10th. CFA
Friday. 10th.

Clear but cold with a sharp Easterly wind. Mr. Walsh came up and took breakfast with us, after which we started for Quincy so that I might redeem my engagement to meet Mr. Field and Mr. Bass to execute the Leases. We arrived there but found them not. I then walked over all the ground upon the Hill and talked over the whole of my project, again deciding for the upper side.

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As we had leisure, I determined to go on to the Quarries and pay them a visit. We went over the various ones and I was astonished to find the progress which had been made. The Stone business will be in probability the fortune of the town of Quincy. If it spreads with the rapidity with which it has commenced I do not see the bounds to the progress. My father comes in for a share of this prosperity which might be very materially enlarged if he was a man capable of giving to money affairs any great degree of attention. I distrust my own capacity that way also. After a pretty laboured examination we returned to Boston by dinner time.

The exercise or I know not what had however brought on a head ach under which I suffered the remainder of the day. I wrote notwithstanding. Elizabeth C. Adams dined here. In the evening, my Wife and I went to Mr. Frothingham’s and had a half hour’s pleasant conversation.

Saturday. 11th. CFA Saturday. 11th. CFA
Saturday. 11th.

My head ach was not gone this morning when I arose and it threatened to worry me all day, but prudence at breakfast and a little exercise caused it to vanish before dinner. I continued making my arrangements to go away. Owing to the call of the Quincy Bank I am rather short of funds, and I leave affairs here not quite settled—But I shall probably never be more so. To the Athenaeum, went in to see the Gallery which does not strike me much this year. The pictures are all old, with the exception of a few, four fifths of which are bad. My father’s Speech is much talked of in private.1 Home, Livy.

Afternoon, just as I was sitting down to read, came Mr. Frothingham who asked me to join him, his Wife and my Wife in a visit to Medford, which I consented to do with pleasure. We rode in a Carry all and arrived at about five, found the family together with Miss Mary Hall and Lydia Phillips. We took tea and walked round the garden, returning home by eight. The day was delightful and every thing went well. I wrote afterwards.2

1.

The Daily Centinel and Gazette had on this day (p. 1, cols. 6–7) printed extracts from the National Intelligencer’s text of the speech with the observation that it “has not been surpassed in interest and ability, by any which has been made during the present session of Congress.”

2.

Although CFA and ABA did not depart on their journey to New York State and Niagara Falls until the 15th, the present entry is the last made in the Diary until some time after their return, when CFA began to make up his arrears. The entry for 12 June begins, “After a lapse of six weeks during which I have passed over two thousand miles of this Continent I resume my Diary record.”