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On Sunday the 13th we left it [Ballstown] on our return to Albany and stopped at Troy for the night. Almost all the pleasant
company left Ballstown the same day. Among others I should not omit to mention the
amiable and handsome family of the Powels of Philadelphia.2 Our regret was not very great therefore, at turning our backs upon Ballstown, excepting
that I felt a little distress least it might only open a new scene of adventure. We
stopped at Troy that evening and making a mistake as to the Hotel, we got wretched
accommodations. In the evening we went to Mr. Dickinson’s where we had a horribly
dull evening.3 But these minutiae tease and disgust me. My spirits were sinking lower every day,
with the consciousness that I was to be dragged about from place to place with all
my woes about me.
2. John Hare Powel (1786–1856), father of the family, was a former soldier, wealthy merchant, agriculturist, and
author. He was secretary of the U.S. legation in London from 1809 to 1811 and much
later was state senator (DAB).
3. Probably John Dean Dickinson (1767–1841), politician and sometime Congressman from Troy (Biog. Dir. Cong.; Dickinson to JQA, 11 Sept. 1826, Adams Papers.)
DateRange: 1826-08-14 - 1826-08-23
We went to Lebanon and passed ten horrible days there. My birth day among them which
we celebrated as usual with Champagne. I believe however that no man in the world
ever suffered more mentally than I did. But my Mother was inflexible. She was fixed
upon wandering about the country with no fixed purpose and with no intent. She has
since suffered severely for it. The recollection of the time is beyond measure painful
as it made me think what I dare not express even to myself. There are times when dejection
goes with me to such a length that I would gladly be released from all the turmoil
of this miserable world. I will spare my feelings the recital of the forced gaiety
I was obliged to assume, of the misery I suffered, and finally come to the time when
I had prevailed upon my Mother to return home.