Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 7

Wednesday 17th.

Friday 19th.

Thursday. 18th. CFA


Thursday. 18th. CFA
Thursday. 18th.

My birth day, and I am twenty nine. The past year has little changed my position in life, although it has been productive of the same prosperity with it’s predecessors. I feel humbly grateful to the Deity for preserving us all so carefully and pray that he may continue 73to dispense his blessings and at the same time make us worthy to deserve them.

I went to town, accompanied by my Wife who proposes to make the experiment of a town visit. I left her at Mrs. Frothingham’s and went to the Office, thence to the House after some things for her. Mr. Sparrel brought to day his plan in Indian Ink and I accepted it. The great plainness of the undertaking must prevent any thing like a great display of beauty. In my opinion it looks bald, but I can afford nothing out of the common way in this case. Mr. Ayer came afterwards and having explained all the details as well as my intended mode of proceeding, I gave over to him the plan to base estimates upon, which he is to bring in on Saturday of next week. So far, so good. I must now consult Mr. Brooks upon the best mode of going on.

I called at the Athenaeum to look at the Newspapers for a day or two past and then to Gorham Brooks’ to dine. There were nearly all the family—P. C. B. Jr. and his Wife, Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham and Mr. Brooks. Dinner tolerably pleasant after which we returned to Quincy. Nothing further. Quiet evening.