- Van Buren— Martin
- Hamilton— James A.
- Warrington Lewis
- M
rsWarrington - Raymond Daniel.
- Treadwell Oliver O
Mr Van
Buren, the new Secretary of State, paid me a morning visit
with Mr
Hamilton— Of the new Administration he is the only person
who has shewn me this mark of common civility— General Jackson had received from me
attentions of more than a common character—besides obligations of a much
higher order, which at the time when they were rendered he had expressly
acknowledged, and declared he would remember. All the members of his
Administration have been with me upon terms of friendly acquaintance,
and have repeatedly shared the hospitalities of my house— I never was
indebted for a cup of cold water to any one of them; nor have I ever
given to any one of them the slightest cause of Offence— They have all
gradually withdrawn from all social intercourse with me—from the old
impulse “odisse quem laeseris.” They hate the man they have wrong’d—
Ingham is among the basest of
my Slanderers— Branch and Berrien have been among the meanest of
my persecutors in the Senate— Among them all there is not a man capable
of a generous or liberal Sentiment towards an Adversary, excepting
Eaton, and he is a man of
indecently licentious life— They have made themselves my adversaries,
solely for their own advancement, and have forfeited the characters of
gentlemen, to indulge the bitterness of their self-stirred gall. Van
Buren, by far the ablest man of them all, but wasting most of his
ability upon more personal intrigues, retains the forms of civility; and
pursues enemity as if he thought it might be one day his interest to
seek friendship— His principles are all subordinate to his ambition, and
he will always be of that doctrine upon which he shall see his way clear
to rise— Our conversation was about the weather and the climate, and
upon the negotiation with the Porte, which from a late paragraph in an
English newspaper, I fear is broken off. Commodore and Mrs Warrington were here, and
Mr
Raymond of Baltimore, a writer upon Political Economy, and
upon Politics— Ingenious but eccentric and extravagant— I rode my ten
miles round, and while on my horse compos’d three Stanzas of my Fable. I
had composed one at home this morning. On returning home I found
Mr
Treadwell at the house. and he delivered to me three
Letters from Miss Whittlesey of Middletown,
in Connecticut, the correspondent from whom I had received former
Communications— I read half the twelfth Philippic of Cicero—and answered a Letter from
J. Gosman Secretary of the
Philoclean Society at Rutgers College, New Brunswick New-Jersey,
accepting an appointment as an honorary member of that Society. The
address to me of 3. March from Steubenville Ohio, was this day
republished with my answer, in the National Journal. T. J. Hellen dined with us.