Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 8

Wednesday 21st. CFA Wednesday 21st. CFA
Wednesday 21st.

Clear day but cool. Morning to Quincy. Return to dinner. Evening at home.

Immediately after breakfast, my father accompanied me to Quincy. 144After an hour’s stay at the house where every thing looked cheerless enough we went down to Mount Wollaston on the reference as to bounds which had been agreed upon. Mr. French came late but the Surveyor and other parties were present and we proceeded. No more vexatious affair could occur. The whole thing was cheerless in the extreme, and I was glad to hurry off my father to make good his engagement to dine at Governor Everett’s. As it was, we did not get there until half an hour after the time. No body present but the various members of the family and I. P. Davis. The dinner was pleasant and we stayed late. My father then went to a club and I stayed at home. Difficulty again in writing.

Thursday 22d. CFA Thursday 22d. CFA
Thursday 22d.

Cloudy threatening rain. Office. Athenaeum. Afternoon and Evening at home. Mr. Degrand.

Another of my papers today making the 5th. The Courier publishes much faster than I can write. I went to the Office and after doing a certain amount of business, to the Athenaeum where I met my father and we went into the studio of a Mr. Clevenger who was taking a bust of Mrs. Webster.1 Then to see the new pictures in the Gallery and then home.

Afternoon, Davis’s life of Aaron Burr. I am much interested as I proceed. There is a fine opportunity presented for impartial and yet severe criticism. Evening, Mr. Degrand in to see my father. Still unsuccessful with my seventh number.


Shobal Vail Clevenger, a year before, had completed a bust of JQA in plaster; see Oliver, Portraits of JQA and His Wife , p. 192–195.

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Friday 23d.

Clear and cool. Office. Afternoon at home reading and in the evening to Mrs. Gorham’s.

Morning devoted to the Office as usual. My father dined out at Mr. Bancroft’s, who did not invite me because I have not visited him. I do not like the man’s character but I suppose I ought to visit him.

Read Aaron Burr. His Wife an English woman apparently of some intellectual power. He seems to have had the art of gaining female affection perhaps because he made it a study.

Evening, a party at Mr. B. Gorham’s to the Wife of Mr. G. Gardner. Mostly Lowells and that connexion.1 Rather dull. Home early and fa-145tigued from a long walk taken in the course of the day to see my investment in lands at the South Cove.


George Gardner had married Helen M. Read on 24 Oct. (Columbian Centinel). He was the son of Rebecca Lowell Gardner, a daughter of Judge John Lowell; his sister had married Francis C. Lowell ( NEHGR , 25 [1896]:50).