A cycle of Adams letters, 1861-1865 (1920) (14592192340)

Chapter House, Wenlock Abbey, Shropshire (Henry Adams at left)
Identifier: cycleofadamslett5717ford (find matches)
Title: A cycle of Adams letters, 1861-1865
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Ford, Worthington Chauncey, 1858-1941, ed Adams, Charles Francis, 1807-1886 Adams, Charles Francis, 1835-1915 Adams, Henry, 1838-1918
Subjects: Adams, Charles Francis, 1807-1886 Adams, Charles Francis, 1835-1915 Adams, Henry, 1838-1918 Adams family
Publisher: Boston New York : Houghton Mifflin Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant



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ve through the most fascinating parks andlong ancient avenues, with the sun shining on the deerand the pheasants, and the rabbit fondling his ownharmless face. And we picnicked at the old Romancity of Uriconium, in the ruins of what was once thebaths; and eat partridge and drank Chateau Leoville,where once a great city flourished, of which not oneline of record remains, but with which a civilisationperished in this country. Charles Francis Adams, Jr., to his Father H.Q. 5th Mass. CatfyPoint Lookout, Md., October 15,1864 When I should have written last Sunday I was away.Major Adams of this regiment was sick and I took himfor a change of air up to Leonardtown and stayed withhim a few days to nurse him. Leonardtown is a smalldead-alive one-horse town, located on the Potomacsome thirty miles from here. After three days experi-ence of it I am prepared to say that its inhabitants lovecards, hate the Union and drink whiskey even as is be-coming in the constituents of the great Harris — the
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1864.) A CYCLE OF ADAMS LETTERS 203 high-toned pugilist of Chicago. There is a smallmilitary station at this interesting place, and here Itarried in a regular Maryland tavern, and throughtwo hideous nights was utterly consumed by bedbugs.Around this tavern congregate the loafers of Leonard-town throughout the day, and in this happy region nowhite man does any work. I speedily found that thesedenizens easily and naturally divided themselves intotwo classes — those who were always sick and thosewho were never sober — and this division gave to allconversation a pleasing variety, the subject of discus-sion with the first class being as to the time of the lastchill, that with the second the expediency of thenext drink. Here I went to one evening entertainment,besides various oyster bakes, cider-presses and otherexcuses for the consumption of whiskey, and was com-plimented by one lady on my resemblance to mygrandfather — the brow, he was so bald. Here Italked rum, horse and politics,