Diary of Charles Francis Adams, 1862
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1862-07-09
Damp, chilly with rain. The season is most unfavorable. I was busy this morning with my customary draft of the despatches for the week. My attention however was somewhat drawn off by the process going on in the street of an election of Cormer for this r Evans and Dr
r Peabody also called to give me a card of admission to the ceremony of the presentation of the city to him, tomorrow. There is a dinner given afterwards by the Mayor to him, at which I am expected to make a speech , and it had been haunting me for two or three days. In the afternoon went with my daughter to the third flower show of the regular series at the Botanic Society’s gardens. There was no great variety in the flowers beyond the preceding ones, but the display of grapes, and peaches and nectarines and strawberries and cheeriest was extraordinary. They are all more or less artificially produced and therefore have less flavor to the taste, but they are more beautiful to look at than our fruit. Quiet evening. I sat up late maturing my speech. What a troublesome thing that is, and yet I cannot escape.