Cold easterly wind and somewhat high. Four letters today and all from consuls in Ireland who know nothing of their duties. As a compensation I believe I had not a single visitor. As a consequence of their duties. As a compensation I believe I had not a single visitor. As a consequence I was enabled to draw a Dispatch, and to write eight or ten short answers to notes and letters that have accumulated. I then went out to look at another house No 2 Great Cumberland Street, which might do on a pinch, but the pinch must a bad one. A walk with my daughter, after which with Mrs Adams to dinner at the Bishop of London’s. A large company of whom I discovered only the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Lord Chancellor, the Bishop of Exeter, Mr Merivale. The Chancellor was talkative and interesting, but otherwise the dinner was formal. Home early.