The newspapers came in from America today, and I spent some time in reading them The accounts come in quite mixed, and on the whole disappointing. The deference is obstinate, and as yet we gain no result in this season corresponding with our efforts. The defect seems to be in our military command; and I fear it will not be supplied in season to change the result. The only man who who shows ability is Rosecranz. And he has to labour hard to sustain himself. I fancy the position of other side is not a great deal better, but we see it less clearly. This was not a holiday to me, for I had a multitude of letters to acknowledge. The number keeps growing upon me. I also went out to return visits. Called on Mr Calvo, the Minister from paraguay, but he was gone to Paris. Likewise on Baron Gros, the new French Ambassador, and Baron Bentinck. Also on Dr and Mrs Ferguson and at Edwards’s Hotel on Mr and Mrs McCormick and Mr and Morey. He was in bed; not quite so well, but much more talkative. Afterwards I went down to the Exhibition of the Amateur Artists again to look after a picture, but failed in fixing on one. Mrs Adams and I went by invitation to dine with Mr and Mrs Morgan. The company consisted of Mr and Mrs Moffat, Mr and Mrs Atkinson, Mr Morse, Mr and Mrs Lampson, another gentleman and his Wife whom I did not know, Mr Burgess, and a young lady. It was better than usual. The entertainment very elegant indeed.