A cold rainy day. I was very much occupied in preparing my Despatch, for I had but one of any consequence. Of course the intelligence from America also consumed a large share of my time. There is a fascination about the detail which generally terminate in disappointment, for I am perpetually seeking in them for more than is to be found. The number of people who call upon me has much diminished. The day was very quiet. In the evening we I continued the Contemporaine which beings to rise in tone and interest with the narration of the decline of Napoleon.