The ground was white with frost and the air was sharp from the east. But the sky was clear and bright. We accompanied Madam Van de Weyer to Divine service at St George’s Chapel in Windsor Castle. Although I had seen this interesting relic last year, and soon as a boy I dimly remember attending service here with my father, it gave me some pleasure to be in it once more. The service was most of it chanted moderately well, and a sermon preached much the same. The attendance was full but not crowded. Since the death of the Prince Consort, the Queen has service in the Chapel within the body of the castle. The banners of the knights of the garter, a relic of medieval fancies still hang on the walls. Among them Mrs Van de Weyer pointed out to me one which certainly has much resemblance to our national ensign. It had both the stars and the stripes though not exactly in our colours. As I had become much chilled during the service I chose not to walk home, and missing the direct road I made it more than five miles, but it was very pleasant and brought me back in a glow. The remainder of the day I amused myself with a look of M Roderer, on the history of the refinement in France. I was surprised to learn from the very curious notes some new causes for the murder of Henry the fourth by Ravaillac. The dinner was formal as usual, and in the evening most of the party were amused by the puzzle of spelling out a word from a certain number of separate letters given out. This was also a game at Mr Baring’s.