A light coating of snow, which relieved the air from chill, and disappeared before night. I still feel the reaction from the tension of the past month, like a sense of having nothing more to do. I now devote myself to answering the numerous letters which are sent to me from various quarters. I wrote one today to Mr Story at Rome about his pamphlet. I fear it comes a day after the fair. I went out in the carriage with Mrs Adams and left cares on Rear Admiral Manners and Sir Charles Trevelyan. A short walk with my son Brooks, who afterwards went with the other two children to the Theatre. I read more of Malmesbury.