This day was dark, warm and foggy, an indication of the advance into the dull season. I completed my week’s Despatches and wrote my private letters. Then a walk which is now pushed into the dark of the evening. On my return I find myself frequently accosted by females, both in French and English, of whom I take no notice. This is owing to the vicinity of Regent Street, and its adjunct the Haymarket, where this class of women most do congregate. I fancy there is no city in Christendom where this abuse is so tolerated as it is here. To young people the danger is not trifling. Considering the great pretension to morality in England, and the real correctness of deportment of a large proportion of the community, it is singular that no attempt is made to repress it. After dinner I went to see Mr Morse, and talked with him concerning some questions that have been raised under the laws of invoices which must be unified before the Consuls. Also in regard to some of his latest information.