The news from America is not encouraging. Much more blood has been shed, but without materially changing the position of affairs. I am filled with anxiety about my son, whom I strongly reluct to see sacrificed in this pointless war. A genuine military chief would have finished it before now, but we are denied him, perhaps for the best. My day was spent in maturing my first draught of my reply to Lord Russell. It is long, but I do not see how it can be otherwise. Made a call on Mr Morey to learn the state of her husband. It was better and I saw him for a moment. He seemed brighter, and his hand was not so hot. Walked round the outer line of Regent’s park. Dined only with Henry for company. In the evening, busy in my room.