Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 7

Saturday 17th. CFA Saturday 17th. CFA
Saturday 17th.
Quincy

Morning cloudy. I went to town accompanied by P. C. Brooks while my wife went with her father in the carriage. My stay at Medford might have been longer if I had not made arrangements to commence work on my new house on Monday. The silence of a house occupied only by grown people is a thing so novel to me that I hardly know what to make of it. Otherwise we have had a very pleasant visit.

In town occupied with my accounts and with drawing up a Lease for Mr. Carr which has been a matter of some difficulty from the number of the conditions. I have accomplished it at last, and I think I now have no more Boston work to do until the first of next month.

At one o’clock I proposed to go out to Quincy and called for my Wife to go with me, but it had set in a Southerly rain and we had made little progress before I became satisfied that we should get wet 96through in persevering. I therefore turned back and left her again at Mrs. Frothingham’s where we dined. This was not unpleasant, and as it cleared away afterwards, so far as not to wet us, we reached Quincy safe and sound by six o’clock. Quiet evening. Conversation with my father, after which to bed rather early.

Sunday. 18th. CFA Sunday. 18th. CFA
Sunday. 18th.

Morning clear and warm although the heat was tempered by an Easterly wind. I passed sometime in musing upon my father’s survey of his lot and certain schemes which had suggested themselves to me in connection with them, and then prepared to attend divine service as usual.

Mr. Lunt preached all day, in the morning from John 20. 29. “Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen and yet have believed.” Upon faith and the predominating disposition of the age to believe only the evidence of the senses, as if this was not a bar to all progress. James 1. 19. “Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath.” He was particularly eloquent upon three points, profane swearing, detraction and anger. Mr. Lunt has perhaps more power than any other of the Clergy, in this vicinity. He has natural eloquence if he would give it more vent and he writes with great beauty besides.

In the afternoon I read a Sermon of Dr. Barrow, in continuation of the series on the Apostle’s creed, Ephesians 4. 6. “The God and Father of all.” This was meant to show why God was called the father, as creator, of us as intellectual beings after his own image, and related to us in good &ca. whence he draws a practical conclusion. A very good discourse and not doctrinal.

In the evening I accompanied my father to the Episcopal Church for the purpose of hearing a Lecture upon Intemperance from Mr. Taylor, the Seaman’s Chaplain in Boston. I had heard so much of him without ever having heard him that I was desirous of knowing how far his reputation for rude eloquence was in my opinion deserved. After a long exordium in which he apologized for his being so unprepared he took a text from Titus 2. 21. “Teaching us, that denying ungodliness and wordly lusts, we should live soberly righteously and godly in this present world,” and then descanted in a somewhat irregular manner 97upon the causes of the evil arising from intemperance particularly its degrading and demoralizing tendency. He maintained broadly that no christian could be intemperate and pretty strongly intimated that all who were guilty of the vice stood no chance in Heaven. His language was poor, his repetition frequent, his ideas often grotesque, and yet he had points about him, many of our higher clergy might study to advantage. His style sometimes rose to a high order of eloquence merely because he put into it the feelings of nature. He related several curious anecdotes respecting members of his society of seamen and concluded with an appeal to the feelings of the people against licensed houses. We returned home late and I soon retired.