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M’Pherson was this morning at my house, upon his
application for a Consular appointment, and Edward Wyer, who has always some mysterious news to tell,
which invariably turns out to be false: often however with a mixture of
truth. I was at the President’s.
His daughter Mrs
Gouverneur had a son
born yesterday— The President spoke to me of the
Proclamation, for opening our Ports to British Vessels from their
Colonies— He is in some concern at the delay to issue it. I mentioned to
him that by Mr
Calhoun’s advice, I had sent the draft to Mr R. King,
to consult him with regard to the Construction given to the term West
Indies, in the Act of Congress upon which it is founded, and upon the
reciprocal restrictions to be imposed upon the British Vessels; and had
not yet received Mr Kings’ answer— The
President approved this but thought if Mr
King’s answer should be long delayed it would be necessary to issue the
proclamation, without waiting for it— Letter from my wife. Her brother has undergone a second
operation, and is in a deep depression of Spirits, with which she
naturally sympathizes. Evening at the Play— The School for Scandal, with
Colman’s Comic Opera, of Love
Laughs at Locksmiths— It was the best Entertainment I have found at the
theatre this Season— The School for Scandal was on the whole well
performed. Warren’s Sir Peter Teazle, and Mrs
Anderson’s Lady Teazle
were both very good acting. The other parts very passably. Jefferson’s Charles Surface good in itself was
not the character exactly suited to his talents. His cast is drollery,
and buffoonery. He wants youth, and the dress deportment and manners of
a Gentleman— His Charles Surface is a failure; but the failure of an
excellent performer, which is better than the success of an indifferent
one— In the farce, he was more in his Element.
