Very uncertain, showery weather. At night it rained quite hard. I continued my labours in writing letters home. One to my son John, one to Mr Everett and one to Mr Silliman who has sent me hundreds of copies of a republication of Mr Webster’s speech to correct the notions here. The attempt is idle. An Englishman never wants to consider the interests of any country excepting as they are incidental to those of his own. I had a visit from Sir W Gore Ouseley whom I remember in America as attached to Sir Charles Vaughn’s legation. He married Miss Van Ness and therefore knows something of the country. But he admitted today the profound ignorance of most of his countrymen. I took something of a walk looking at the shops. They fail in taste in every thing,here, but it is impossible not to notice the great wealth which is crowded into every corner. We dined today with Lord and Lady Wensleydale. A small but choice company. Mr Palmer, the new Solicitor general, Mr Edward Ellice, Mr and Mrs Rèen, Mr and Mrs Law, the bishop of London and his Wife, and two or three more. After dinner, there was company as usual. I like this society very well. It is easier and more pleasant. We left at half past eleven.