Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 6

Tuesday. 13th.

Thursday. 15th.

Wednesday. 14th. CFA

1835-10-14

Wednesday. 14th. CFA
Wednesday. 14th.

My father passed the night at my House and spent this morning in town. We went out shortly after breakfast and I was engaged much of my time at the Office. I send off daily a few pamphlets. Mr. Webster finds himself in an extraordinary position respecting this and I am looking with some interest to the Report of his speech which is announced to us as likely to come when it shall have been prepared. This means that he anticipates criticism and will not be caught again.

I worked upon my Arrears of Diary until it became time to return home for the sake of taking my father with me in my gig to Quincy. We rode along through Roxbury observing all the changes which have taken place in it. Conversation upon political affairs. The more I reflect upon it, the more embarrassing I consider his position. He has nobody to support him because all are taking sides in one way or other and expect to be supported. For myself I must also stand entirely upon my own bottom. I neither wish nor expect party favor. But in the progress which I hope to make quietly through life, I desire very much 243to avoid the asperity which has done my father so much injury. He writes too strongly. A singular fault. And one which in a republic like our’s makes enemies as bitter as the sting which hurts them. Dinner. Afternoon quite alone as my father went down to Mount Wollaston and the ladies out to ride.

I started to return home quite early in the evening as I wished an hour’s leisure prior to going to see Mrs. B. Gorham—A supper party of a select fifty. I regard all such things as vanity and vexation of spirit. Idle, and unmeaning forms in which I take no delight. But the rules of Society will have it so and I submit. My condition in society makes it somewhat more unpleasant than it would otherwise be. I know myself to belong to a race who have been for a century the mark of a thousand contemptible jealousies. I am so myself, but my only course is to overlook them as unavoidable evils. The path of life should not run always perfectly smooth. Home at eleven.