My morning was fully employed in the labor of writing my private letters, but by steady industry I got through by four o’clock, and then went out to pay visits. Called on Mr Turner Sargent, and found him just sallying out of his lodgings. I then left a card on the Duke de Chartres who came to see my yesterday. I also called on a French gentleman Dr Gueneau de Mussy, a return visit. The day was warm and summerlike. At dinner I got news from America, the only recommendation of which is that it is not bad. Nothing worse than a paralysis of movement. How long to last is difficult to say. My spirits on the whole rather dull. The growth of the hostility here has again been so vapid since the last reverse, that I am beginning to look again to an early termination of my mission. The uncertainty thus produced is much more annoying than the reality would be. For I cannot look forward more to any thing pleasant, while the present temper prevails in England. I am glad the season is so far over as to save me from exposure to it. Quiet evening at home.