22 April 1817
adams-john10 Neal Millikan Diplomacy
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22. IV:45. Yesterday I wrote a Note to Lord Castlereagh, on the state of the Negotiation relative to the Fisheries, and this morning sent a copy of it, and also of my last Note concerning W. B. Crosby’s case, with Despatch 77. to the acting Secretary of State. Mr Grubb called and accompanied my wife in her search for Furniture— Mr Tigere came at Noon the time appointed, and shewed me his experiments upon paper. His oxy-muriatic acid, took out immediately the writing from several papers to which it was applied, some recently written, and some that had been seven years standing. It had scarcely any perceptible effect upon the paper. Among the rest I took out the work “Daschkoff” from the despatch I had written this Morning; at a place where I had written it by mistake; and as soon as the paper was dry, I wrote the name of “Hopkinson” in its stead; as it should in the first instance have been written. Tigere observed that the action of the acid was strongly counteracted by full day-light, and particularly Sunshine— He had several pieces of paper of various kinds prepared with his composition, upon which the effect of the acid was, not to take out the writing, but merely to turn it blue. He had also other acids, the vitriolic, tartaric, and oxalic, which took out the writing, but at the same time affected the paper, so that it could not be written upon again without discolouring and spreading of the ink. I told him I had no doubt he could obtain a Patent in the United States, for his Paper, and offered him any facility in my power for obtaining it. He wished to have some Paper-maker in America recommended to him, to whom he could propose a partnership with him for making the papers— All the ingredients for his composition, six in number were to be procured in the United States, and it would not increase the price of the paper more than a shilling Sterling a ream. He also wished that the Bank of the United States would determine to have their paper made with his preparation; for both which objects I told him I was not now enabled to assist him but might be hereafter. He is to call upon me again. Mr Caldecott a Surgeon and Accoucheur who has a project of going to settle in America, and has already written to me, and visited me on the subject, came now and told me he had made up his mind to go; but he should first go alone, and leave his family behind— I rather dissuaded this Gentleman from going when he called upon me before; and now again set before him the difficulties, and overstocked competition, which he must have to encounter in his profession in that Country; and the necessity he might be under of practising as a physician as well as a Surgeon, and perhaps of becoming also an Apothecary, as in many parts of the interior of America, where it would probably be more expedient for him to go, than to fix himself in any of the large Cities, all these professions were united in one. He appeared to be somewhat staggered in his resolution but said he would call upon me again before he should finally conclude to go. There came then a Man who has formed a scheme for supplying the City of New-York with Salmon. He wanted some promise of support or encouragement in the undertaking which I could not give him, though I thought it very likely to succeed. A woman named Margaret Mackey who came from America with Mrs Patterson, came and took a Passport to return home. I had time only for a short walk. Just as we were going out my wife received a Note from Miss Louisa Caton inviting us to her wedding at the Duke of Wellington’s House next Thursday Evening at 9. O’Clock. My wife answered the note and accepted the invitation. We went and dined with Mr and Mrs Thorpe at Walthamstow, about five 174miles out of London, and one mile beyond Hackney. It was principally a family party— Old Mr Thorpe is eighty years of age. He has had eleven sons, five of whom were this day present— One only is married—Alfred; and his wife was there— Also a neighbour, a Mr Wright, with his daughter.— It was Midnight when we got home.

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