Connell. John
There was a heavy Gale of wind from the North-west all last Night; and it
continued to blow a Gale all this day; subsiding this Evening to a clear
and sharp frost. W. C.
Greenleaf remained at Georgetown last Night in the midst
of which, one of the Schooners which he was loading with flour, broke
from her Moorings at the wharf, and drifted some ways down the river; to
the great and imminent danger both of the Vessel and her Cargo— They
took however no material damage— The morning was so cold and blustering
that I postponed my walk till an hour before dinner. I then went to
Georgetown and on the wharves saw the two Schooners which they were
lading: the Capitol, and Delight in Hope. The first was laden ready to
sail, and the bill of lading delivered to John and forwarded to W. R. and C. Hitchcock at
New-York. On the wharf I saw Mr Kurtz, and the Captains
Clifford and Chase—
There were several flights of Snow this day— Mr Connell of
Philadelphia spent the Evening here. The Commission of Claims against
the Danish Government have been this week in Session, and have adjourned
till the first week in July. Connell has been here in attendance, and
goes to-morrow upon his return— He told me he had bought a place near
Wilmington Delaware, where he resides, and had called it Quincy.— I
finished this morning the versification of the 90th. Psalm— Finished also the first sketch of my Poem, Dermot, on the Conquest of
Ireland; but there are several fillings up to make the plan complete;
upon which I was and shall still be for some days occupied— It is a Tale
in four Canto’s, of which the design is one and entire— The divisions
easily arranged and natural—the Story too strictly conformable to
History—the Moral too virtuous for Romance, and now that I have finished
it rewards me with a humiliating conviction of that which the Motto of
Solon, should have taught me
before.