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Browsing: Diary of Charles Francis Adams, Volume 2


Docno: ADMS-13-02-02-0004-0012-0030

Author: CFA
Date: 1828-12-30

Tuesday. 30th.

Morning at the Office, occupied much as usual. Received a letter from my Mother of a rather serious, remonstrative tone, which did not serve to add to the height of my spirits, already somewhat shaken. But she gives me assurance of her intended return here, which is gratifying.1 Read the law upon maritime loans for my arguments, and some of the Statute Law. Afternoon, Burke until nearly five when I went to see Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s. The weather which had been exceedingly warm cleared off sharp and windy. Went to P. Chardon Brooks’ in the evening. A supper party to the Bride. Quite surprised as I had committed the heresy of going in boots. Invitation short. I would have preferred that there had been none. For as I did not know any of the Sargents, the evening was stupid. Abby was more restrained that I ever saw her which puzzled me. But her affair with Sargent makes it awkward.2 The supper was handsome and I was delighted to escape.
{ 329 }
1. LCA reproved her son for brooding so bitterly over the wrong he fancied JQA had done him in not increasing his allowance (LCA to CFA, 25 Dec. 1828, Adams Papers). See entry for 22 Aug., above.
2. See entry for 30 June 1827, and note, above.

Docno: ADMS-13-02-02-0004-0012-0031

Author: CFA
Date: 1828-12-31

Wednesday. 31st.

Morning severely cold. At the Office, examining the Law Case without finding much. Read also some of the Massachusetts Reports. My system was not altogether in a good condition, being a little deranged by last night’s Supper. Afternoon, went to see Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s. My feelings perhaps were more tender than usual, but her coldness of manner was very astonishing, and after having suffered it for some time, a strong reaction came over me and I left the house with feelings in no enviable condition. I was so weak as not to be able to resist the tears which fell with bitterness, which only proved to me how much I loved her. It is the first time I have felt as if I had a right to complain. I sought to forget it by constant attention to some literary subject at the Office. And so I read Dr. Johnson and Mr. Boswell. The fit went off and I felt more calm.

Docno: ADMS-13-02-02-0005-0001-0001

Author: CFA
Date: 1829-01-01

January 1829. Thursday. 1 st.

The morning was cloudy and dull which ushered in the New Year. At this time it is not improper to seize a moment for reflection. The passage of the last [year] has been rapid and has brought with it much more certainty in regard to our prospects than the preceding ones. My father is about to retire at last. And a new scene of life is to open to us, which does not contain us as the principal actors. We have all borrowed distinction from his lustre, and with his eclipse comes also our darkness. For this I am not sorry. My own course is distinctly developing itself and it consists in quiet and perseverance in a laborious profession. My own fate is still in suspense, and another year commences upon me without any comfort but hope. My spirits are not high, I am not sanguine. And were it not for my unwavering confidence in a supreme direction, I should be pitiable indeed. I care less about raising the veil of the future. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. I sent Abby a little present of a copy of Shakespeare and a note full of affection.1 She sent for me and we made it up. I don’t wish to think upon the subject. It is not worth considering. { 330 } My lot is cast, and the probabilties of happiness are as great as fall to the lot of any man. Why should I crave any more?
Afternoon, reading Burke’s Appeal from the New to the Old Whigs. The day was very unpleasant, and it rained in the evening, so that I did not go out, but staid at home and read aloud to Mrs. Tarbell and Miss Thaxter some parts of a book composed of scraps from the New Monthly Magazine.
1. Missing.