Returned to town this morning with my father. The weather was exceedingly warm and our ride a hot one. Owing to the difficulty between him and myself which has destroyed all cordiality between us, conversation is rather stiff and often ceases entirely. Upon the most mature reflection that I can give, it seems to me that I have been treated in a manner which is not justifiable under any system of treatment between parent and child. My father is making the matter worse by not in some measure repairing the mischief, for on a subject like this, it is the duty of every man, whether son or father, first to respect himself. I neither can nor will consent to be treated like a child. Enough.
Morning at the Office. Called upon Richardson in the afternoon after having dined with George at Dr. Welsh’s. I passed a couple of
hours chatting with R. and then adjourned to the Exchange previous to going to the Opera. The weather was very warm but I was resolved not to lose the opportunity of seeing Der Freyschutz as performed by the French Company. The House was filled with the most fashionable society in Boston. The afterpiece called les Rendezvous Bourgeois1
was performed first, and was laughable enough. Then came Robin des Bois with which I was highly gratified. This New Orleans Company have great merit as a Company though no single individual very much excels. You are pleased to hear them because they perform in good taste. Returned to the Exchange at twelve.