We were up a little late this morning, so that I remained at home engaged in writing until afternoon when I walked down to Westminster and attended Divine service at St Margaret’s Church. The weather was chilly and blustering. There was a small attendance. This Church is full of associations especially with the civil war. Here Sir Walter Raleigh is buried—and here has been no signs of this honor. It has been altered, and repaired so often that it has little of the appearance of age. The division of the pews is modern, and the deep and low galleries all round give an effect of barrenness very unpleasant. There is a stained glass window of much reputation, but I was too far off to be able to appreciate its merits. The colors are deep and rich. After the customary service I returned home by the way of St James’s and Hyde Park to an early dinner at home. Mr Evarts and his son dined with us preparatory to their departure with my sons for France. They went off at about eight o’clock. Mrs Adams had only a few persons. Mr C W Field—Mr Bowles, and Mr Lampson with his daughter and Miss Bethune. He talked much about the organization for the sanitary commission.596