Diary of Charles Francis Adams, volume 8
1838-12-29
Snow and rain with clouds. Time as usual. Evening at home.
At the Office today as usual. Nothing material. I read some of Aaron Burr’s Life and made notes of it. The weather was dull and at the close of the year one feels always slightly inclined to melancholy. I have however experienced very little of it this season. A walk, and then Electra. Coins getting through Philip. So we go. French and Crevier. Thus a very quiet, uninteresting day.