Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 7

Thursday 16th.

Saturday 18th.

Friday. 17th. CFA

1836-06-17

Friday. 17th. CFA
Friday. 17th.
West Point

The day was exceedingly warm and disabled us from any great exertion. After breakfast we all lounged to Kosciusko’s garden as it is called—A spot on the declivity of the rock which is said to have been the favorite resort of the Polish patriot when he resided at the point. There is a pretty natural fountain here which the Cadets have ornamented with a marble socket and they have placed seats near it so as to produce quite a pretty effect. In warm weather however the place is somewhat excluded from air by the surrounding hills. We soon left it for the purpose of witnessing the form of guardmounting which takes

7 8

place every morning on the plain. After it was over we lounged among the trees until noon for the sake of giving to Mrs. Adams a chance for the society of her son who is excluded from the hotel. He has been rather unwise during his stay here in getting into thoughtless scrapes, so that his stay depends now upon the most rigid obedience of orders. We returned to the Hotel to give time for the ladies to get ready to return to Fishkill by Steamboat. I accompanied them to the Wharf. The scene of pushing and thrusting which there took place beggars description. The Boats take such numbers to and from each stopping place and wait so few minutes that it becomes necessary to be on the alert not to be left behind or trampled over in the fray. I returned up the hill by the steep path, which is something of an effort and found that we were left in the crowd quite alone. For we neither knew any body nor was there any of that disposition to make acquaintance which is so frequent at public places. I passed some time in writing a letter to Mrs. Frothingham giving some account of our proceedings,1 and more in reading a book which I brought with me for the purpose, Sartor Resartus2—A curious medley of strange conceits and odd phraseology with reflection and eloquence of expression. I was however very drowsy owing to fatigue and last evening’s vigil. Went out to parade, and in the evening took a walk for the purpose of meeting Hull who is confined to the limits of the Post. I talked with him about his situation as delicately as I could and tried to intimate to him the expediency of turning his attention to earning by good conduct a creditable exit from the Institution. He promised fairly and we returned to the Hotel. There was music by the band, but no dancing and a shower dispersed the musicians early enough to give us a good night’s rest.

1.

The letter is missing.

2.

No copy of Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus is at MQA.