Variable weather, more resembling our April than this month. I prepared this day my other despatches for the week, as well as a note to Lord Russell in answer to a rather snappish if not arrogant note of his. He only falls into this tone when he find himself a little uncomfortably pressed. It tries me somewhat to resist a disposition for sharp reply, but reflecting upon the responsibility that weights upon me in making up the issue between the two countries during this most trying movement of our history, I endeavour to avoid the mistake infusing any bitterness into it. Mr Weed was here this morning and brought me all Mr Seward’s private notes to him. They are very characteristic, and amusing. Mrs Adams and I dined this evening with Mr and Mrs Henry Alers Hankey. Quite a large company of whom I knew none. Those presented were Mr and Mrs Bunsen, and a Mr Pereria who lives in the opposite corner of Portland place to mine. It was evidently a very different class of society from that which I ordinarily meet with, composed of wealthy middle rank of bankers and merchants, much resembling the society of our own cities in America. After dinner ,there was an invited assemblage to hear music from a society of Amateurs. It was very good, but the long entertainment and the heat of the rooms made me so drowsy that I could not enjoy it. So I went home at the close of the first part.