You must know that the religion of this country requires [an] abundance of feasting and fasting, and each person has his particular saint, as well as each calling and occupation. Tomorrow is to be celebrated le jour des rois. The day before this feast it is customary to make a large paste pie, into which one bean is put. Each person cuts his slice, and the one who is so lucky as to obtain the bean is dubbed king or queen. Accordingly, today, when I went in to dinner, I found one upon our table.
Your cousin Nabby began by taking the first slice; but alas! poor girl, no bean and no queen. In the next place, John [Quincy] seconded her by taking a larger cut, and bisected his paste with mathematical circumspection; but to him it pertained not. By this time I was ready for my part; but first I declared that I had no cravings for royalty. I accordingly separated my piece with much firmness, nowise disappointed that it fell not to me.
Your uncle [John Adams] who was all this time picking his chicken bone, saw us divert ourselves without saying anything. But presently he seized the remaining half, and to crumbs went the poor paste, cut here and slash there; when behold, the bean! 'And thus,' said he, 'are kingdoms obtained!' But the servant who stood by and saw the havoc, declared solemnly that he could not retain the title, as the laws decreed it to chance, and not to force.
Abigail Adams writing to her niece Lucy Cranch (January 5, 1785) as quoted in John Adams by David McCullough. Simon and Schuster, 2001. p.326
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