I went this morning to see David’s Painting of the Coronation of Napoleon. The subject
is not one of much interest but the painting is certainly fine. I spent an hour in
looking at it. I would it could have been three. My feelings became again very singularly
worried and a scene which I had to go through with John Boyd put the finishing stroke
to my patience. This is one of the two Nephews of Madame who owing every thing to
her bounty have behaved in a most scandalously ungrateful manner. And my Mother has
been delicate about them to such a degree as almost to encourage them in the abuse
of her bounty. I knew them to be completely good for nothing and was therefore outrageous
about this.
1 So much so that I had no feeling of comfort during the rest of the day. It is my
purpose to glance very slightly over this part of my Journal for it would distress
me to give an history of my feelings, and there is no danger of my forgetting them
although unrecorded. Charles King and Mr. De Wint spent the evening with us.