Weather mild and fine. I was busy all the morning making out my Quarterly returns to the government. This is always a difficult operation from the necessity of changing the currency, and of a calculation of time which is apt to disagree with the results at the Treasury in frivolous amounts, which nevertheless create as much trouble as if they were millions. I did little else. A visit from Mr C. A. Murray, to get me to take an acknowledgement of a deed. He is the gentleman who married Miss Wadsworth, and is now British Minister at Dresden. Brooks came in from Twickenham, and went on to join the family at St Leonard’s. Evening alone. Read Dr Phillimore’s International law and a little of Tennents Ceylon as an entremets. The news from America ambiguous and still keeps us in suspense. I am afraid it indicate another year of war.