Cloudy with rain. The customary preparation of Despatches. Also one or two visits from Americans. A Mr Briggs who brought me a letter, but wanted nothing. Mr Erickson came from Walton and reported Mary almost well of the wound, but under the effort of a slight cold caught on Monday. I a little feared it from the expense in her place of prompter at the play. His account of young Sturgis is not favorable today. Walk round the Regent’s park. And quiet evening, part of which I now devote to my numismatics.