A very fine day. The children went off to Ascot to join the party of Mr and Mrs Bentsen. I had an uncommonly quiet morning. Wrote my Despatches early and applied myself to the examination and comparison of my coins. My last purchases satisfy me better than all formers ones. The Auctioneer was right, and his hint is worthy of consideration hereafter. Quiet dinner. William Everett dined with us. He is about to return home on Saturday, having filled up his three years at Cambridge. He has failed in his great object of honors here. I think his success in any career as doubtful. Yet he has abilities above the average.