17 March 1831
adams-john10 Neal Millikan Recreation
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17. V— Thursday— St Patrick’s day.

My occupation of idleness encroaches upon the slumbers of the Night. A pressure of uneasiness at the failure of invention, waked me between two and three this Morning. From that Time till five I lay and compos’d five Stanza’s of digression— Then rose, wrote one Stanza of paraphrase from Isaiah— Walked round the Capitol Square, and in that walk composed six Stanzas more of Dermot; one or two of them among the best yet written. Two upon the National character of the Irish, specially suited to the day. There came a gust of wind, in the morning which was followed by a strong gale from the Northwest, and a sharp frost even at midday— There was no temptation to leave the house— I wrote a short Letter to my Son Charles, and finding after the lighting of my Evening Lamp that I could not prudently read or write, I composed a couple of Stanza’s from Fancy; taking a hint from the Song in Marmontel’s Opera, of L’Ami de la Maison— [“]Rien ne plait tant aux yeux des belles” to which I added a Stanza not very congenial with it— The thought occurred to me of introducing somewhere in the Story of Dermot an Irish banquet, with a Harper and to make him sing these Stanza’s for a song— But my poem has already grown to terrific length, and I feel much as I did when swamped in the middle of the Potowmac river clogged with half my cloathing, and having to reach the shore by swimming— This solicitude is absurd, since after all I have but to consider my poetical inspirations as waste-paper— But if I should ever finish this tale the temptation to communicate it at least in manuscript to some of my friends will be irresistible; and that of attempting something else perhaps not less—and considering that I have this day composed and written upwards of one hundred lines of rhymes the facilities before me are even more alarming than the difficulties— I read this afternoon in the number of the American Quarterly Review, a fantastical article upon ennui full of affectation, and ascribing to that apathetic state of mind, some of the deepest agonies recorded in history— There is also an Article upon Lady Morgan’s France in 1829 and 1830—very severe and somewhat petulant. This Lady has for at least 25 years been treated very uncourteously by all the Reviewers, but perseveres in publishing, as if in defiance of them all, and still finds readers— Snow and Gale.

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