A sort of day of vacation, in which whilst appearing to do something I scarcely recollect that I brought any useful act to pass. Some time was devoted to my accounts, and some to despatching small notes which still crowd upon me. Despatches from Cadiz and13 Gibraltar, announcing that the Sumter had sailed again. We want more vessels out here. The navy is slow every where. Walk with my son Brooks. Evening at home continued Lord Malmesbury’s Memoirs. Curious account of the Princess caroline of Brunswick, afterwards the Wife of George the fourth.