My life is becoming somewhat regular, so far as it is possible to make it such in a hotel. I am called upon by a great variety of people on a multiplicity of errands. Some like Colonel Fremont desire to know what aid can be given towards the transmission of munitions of war to America, some are on visits of civility, some soliciting work. I then go to the legation. On my way there today I called on Mr Lake, the house agent, and made an offer for the house in Grafton Street of seven hundred guineas. I was led to a good deal exercise, but strange to say, it fatigues me without giving me any tone. At the legation persons were perpetually coming in to get passports, and when I am there they stop to consume my time. We dined by invitation at the house of Miss Coutts today. A very large company, and not one of whom I have ever seen before. Among them I afterwards found out were Lord Elgin, his Wife and daughter, Admiral Cochran, Lord and Lady Macclesfield and many more. I was made the principal guest,and sat between Miss Coutts and another lady whose name I could not catch. The only sprightly person whom I met was Lady Falmouth. The house is very handsome, and all the entertainment quite splendid. Miss Coutts has some right to credit for her great wealth does not seem to have turned her head. She is conscientious and charitable. Home at 11.146