- Marchant
- Adams Charles F.
- M
rsC. F. Adams - Miss Mary Bigelow
Fahrenheit 60 75.
The temperature of the air had been relaxing all night and the
thermometer at daylight this morning was at 60.— The dampness was
extreme, and brought me its usual accompaniment a rhumatic head ache. I
strip’d my wild cherry tree of a fourth quart of its fruit, and barely
finished when it came onto rain and there was a succession of heavy
showers through the day; growing warm all the time to 75 degrees. I
marked this morning a shoot coming out from the stem of the wild cherry
seedling which I carelessly crop’d sometime since— Some of my self
planted English white Oak seedlings are still putting forth their
plumelets— But the Ash, horse chesnut and shag bark walnut have long
ceased to vegetate for this year. Mr Marchant was here all day,
dined and took tea with us, painting half the town from the life and the
remainder copying from his old picture— He made me sit, time and again,
morning and afternoon— I answered a Letter from Mr Thomas M. T.
M’Kennan of Washington Pennsylvania, inviting me to stop a
day at his house, going or returning from Cincinnati next November— I
accept the invitation conditionally, if I go to Cincinnati at all— I
received the Peoria Register of the 1st. of
this month: a whig, Clay newspaper in the State of Illinois— It admits
the election to Congress for one of the Districts of that State of
another Editor of a Newspaper named John
Henderson, who in his canvas said— I desire to be elected
to Congress in order that I may meet and indignantly hurl back the
infamous slanders of John Quincy Adams— This may answer for a
counterpart to my late receptions in the western part of New-York— I
wasted again much of this afternoon in a fruitless search for papers,
and dipped into Mitford’s
history of Greece for his account of the Grecian Philosophers; but found
it extremely meagre. Bailly on the
other hand is copious, but I cannot snatch the time necessary for
reading him— My Son, his wife and Miss Bigelow passed the Evening here
and Miss Bigelow played delightfully on the Piano. I drudge on from day
to day with one page of my astronomical address, and this evening
completed my task at 11 O Clock— If I should intermit the labour but for
one day, it is doubtful if I should ever resume it— I should certainly
not be ready for the performance of my promise— I see by the Newspapers
that at the Convention of whigs of Norfolk County at Dedham last
Saturday the 9th. among their Resolutions,
they appointed a Committee consisting of Benjamin F. Copeland of Roxbury,
Josiah Brigham of Quincy,
and Tileston of Dorchester, to invite me to
meet and address the citizens of the County, some time before the
election.