MEMOIRS OF JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. Eternal Spirit I Ruler of the skies ! From whom all good and perfect gifts arise, Oh ! grant that while this feeble hand portrays The fleeting image of my earthly days, Still the firm purpose of my heart may be Good to mankind, and gratitude to thee ! And while the page a true resemblance bears Of all my changes through a life of cares, Let not one worthless deed here claim a place, To stain the future, or the past disgrace. Nor yet one thought the faithful record swell But such as virtue may delight 10 tell. Saturday, August 5th, 1809. At noon this day I left my house, at the corner of Boylston and Nassau Streets, in Boston, accompanied by my wife, my youngest child, Charles Francis, my wife's sister, Catherine Johnson, my nephew and private secretary, William Steuben Smith, Martha Godfrey, who attends my wife as her chambermaid, and a black man-servant named Nelson, to embark on a voyage to Russia, charged with a commission as Minister...

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