Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 7

Saturday 11th.

Monday. 13th.

Sunday 12th. CFA


Sunday 12th. CFA
Sunday 12th.

Morning cloudy with a little rain, but it cleared away. My Wife seemed very unwell and was confined to her room all day. After wasting some time in looking over some of my Mother’s papers, I attended divine service and heard Mr. Frothingham in the morning from Matthew 11. 15. “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.” A curious discourse to which I was not able to attend as much as I should have done.

Home to a solitary dinner after calling at the Post Office. The Whigs are full of the victory obtained in New York. It seems that the revolution there is complete and that hardly enough is left of the Van Buren party to form a nucleus for next year.

Afternoon young Mr. Dwight from 1. Peter 2. 17. “Honour all men.” A discussion of the question of rich and poor and the artificial distinctions of Society, proceeding upon the assumed basis that the man who works for bread is a slave if he works for a particle more than his daily share. This young man is neither solid in truth nor wise to preach to such a congregation.

Walk with Mr. Walsh who was at meeting and he came home with me to tea, after which I walked with him down to Faneuil Hall to witness the proceedings of the democratic caucus. The hall was filled but very manifestly by more than the party. A certain Mr. Thomas a hatter made a bitter speech full of nothing but malice. He was followed by a naturalized Scotchman named Kelly who had all the spirit of the Eng-344lish radical, and by Hallett whom I left speaking. It was manifest that discouragement prevailed.

Home where I kept company with my sick wife. Read a sermon of Sterne upon murder. Exodus 21. 14. “But if a man come presumptuously upon his neighbor, to slay him with guile, thou shalt take him from my altar, that he may die.” This is a crime which hardly needs the censure of the pulpit as it is abhorrent from every feeling of civilized Christianity.