Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 4

Sunday. 6th.

Tuesday. 8th.

Monday. 7th. CFA


Monday. 7th. CFA
Monday. 7th.

Clear and cold. I am informed that there was a sharp frost, and I do not wonder at it. Read more of Vasari which is now more interesting although the Text is not easy Italian. I am on this point somewhat struck with it’s contrast to the Notes. Went to the Office where I read a little of Gibbon and spent an hour at the Athenaeum. I see nothing encouraging in the state of public affairs. Nor do I think my father can aid them a jot. Indeed there is enough in the present prospect to discourage a great deal. Our Country has probably to see some bad days, and all that good men can do will be to fold up their arms and mourn.

Afternoon, went to Quincy. Called at Mr. Field’s. Found he had moved from the House and yet circumstances seemed to authorize the supposition that it was only temporary. I followed him to where he lives but could not find him there either, so that I did not know what to do. He plagues me. Returned home earlier than usual. Evening quiet at home. Pursued all my usual studies.