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MY DEAREST FRIEND,
THE birth day was celebrated yesterday with as much joy, affection and festivity as ever, and as it happened, the new French minister was then presented. Poor Genet, I fear, is undone. Bad as his conduct has been, I cannot but pity him. What will become of him, I know not. The name of his successor is Fauchet. Gloomy as I was in expectation daily of afflicting news from home, I contented myself with paying my respects to the President with the Senate, but I thought it would not become me to be present at the ball of a Saturday night, especially at a time when I could not get it out of my thoughts that my venerable parent might be closing her eyes forever.
The Senate has been several days trying a con tested election of Mr. Gallatin with their doors open. It is at length determined that a gallery is to be built, and our debates public at the next session of Congress. What the effect of this measure, which was at last carried by a great majority, will be, I know not ; but it cannot produce greater evils than the con test about it, which was made an engine to render unpopular some of the ablest and most independent members. Some of the younger members may descend from their dignity so far, perhaps, as to court popularity at the expense of justice, truth and wisdom, by flattering the prejudices of the audience, but I think they will lose more esteem than they will acquire by such means.
If my mother still lives, present her my duty and tender sympathy under her affliction. I am, with every tender sentiment,
- John Adams