I scarcely can account for the passage of this day. I thought myself busy and yet it seemed as if I accomplished nothing useful. My mind naturally travels home impelled by a desire to hear and at the same time a fear of ill news from the war which is now in its deadliest struggle. We received nothing however today. I read a good deal of the first volume of the papers of George Rose—a book very poorly made up, but which contains curious disclosures, connected with the times of the younger Pitt. A long walk. Mr Hooker dined and spent the evening.