Arose quite late and had therefore but little time to copy much. After breakfast, I went to St. John’s Church and heard Dr. Beasley of Philadelphia preach.1
His Sermon did not strike me much. On my return I found an extremely pleasant letter from Abby, which I answered in the course of the day, after returning from my usual ride with my Mother.
Mr. Clay dined with us and Mr. Gales came in after dinner. We had a great deal of conversation and I never before met with so good an opportunity of seeing them in contrast. By them,
I mean my father and Mr. Clay. They discussed many subjects, the Ghent treaty occasioned by Mr. Jonathan Russel’s expose lately published to injure them,2
the Seminole war, and other matters. It is needless to say that on the second subject, they differed widely,3
they have always done so. Clay has become much of an egotist owing to the constant individual pressure upon him which has contributed constantly to make himself the subject of his story, but he still has uncommon points. And no one can listen to his conversation when free and unreserved without being considerably fascinated. He sat very late and on the
whole, I consider this as one of the most fortunate occurrences of my life, by which I was admitted behind the scenes and saw these men exhibited in some of their brightest respective points. The Conversation was very animated but it rolled on so many points that although I wished it, I could not fix upon any thing sufficiently definite to commit it to paper as remarkable. Mr. Jefferson’s letter relative to my father’s course upon the Embargo, lately published,4
Mr. Lloyd’s letter about the fisheries,5
Mr. Clay’s course upon the Seminole affairs, and some remarks upon Mr. Tallmadge of New York comprised the points of conversation upon each of which there was a good deal of discussion. Evening short in consequence.