Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 7

Sunday. 17th.

Tuesday 19th.

51 Monday. 18th. CFA


Monday. 18th. CFA
Monday. 18th.
Saratoga — Lebanon Springs

The morning was clear and we were again engaged in preparations for the next move. After breakfast we took the Railway Cars for Troy. Here we parted with our companions for more than a fortnight, Mr. Peacock and his two pleasant daughters. I felt unusual regret at parting with them as I have rarely been with persons who were more equal tempered and agreeable. During nearly three weeks that we have been in their company, I have not once had a feeling of ennui or dissatisfaction with them, a thing I could not say of the Wilkes or White party to the same extent. But the time of separation between travellers is always at hand and perhaps this gives the strongest zest to the social habits existing between them. Mr. Peacock lives at Harrisburg, and it is very unlikely that I shall see him again. I shall remember his good temper and paternal feeling to his daughters for a long time. General Van Rensselaer, Mr. Rollins, Mr. Crawford and others accompanied us to the Car and were pleased to express some interest in our departure. This was civil.

Our trip to Troy through Ballstown was a quick and rather a pleasant one and we found ourselves at the former place before twelve. Here there was no delay. We got into a Stage and started at a somewhat different pace towards Lebanon. The contrast from a Car to a Stage makes one feel a little regret at leaving the first, but it is not so pleasant a way of travelling I insist for people in health who prefer fatigue to a strain upon the nerves which I cannot describe to myself and yet feel most powerfully. We had a pretty full stage, a Lieutenant West of the Navy and his Wife and child, Mrs. Thresher as usual. She has had a dull time, I fancy, at Saratoga and is glad to get away. Our ride was not an unpleasant one but we lost our dinner by a trick of the undertaker of the concern at Troy. I know of nothing more unpleasant on journeys than this being deceived.

The Country around Lebanon Springs is exceedingly pretty and is less altered in the last ten years than almost any I have met with. We arrived at the House about six o’clock and were comfortably established before tea. But I felt here more sensibly than elsewhere the contrast between the company I met here now and that which was here when I was with my Mother.1 John H. Gray and his Wife were the only acquaintances we met and they are but uninteresting ones. Then there was a large collection of persons with whom I sought acquaintance less than I should now do. Mr. Gray got into conversation 52with my Wife so that I had an opportunity to escape and take a warm bath, in these delicious waters. This refreshed and cleaned me from the dust of my Journey so that I retired very quietly.


The earlier visit to Lebanon Springs was in Aug. 1826; see vol. 2:75–76.