My cold gave me a rather comfortless night. But I was up in season, and after a breakfast alone started for the Station at Ampthill, where I took the train. The Station master put me in a carriage by myself, and thus I went all the way to London. The air was milder and the sky tinged only with light clouds at Ampthill, but when we came within ten miles of the540 metropolis, the fog began to shew itself. In the city the shops were many of them lighted up. It was a cold, smoke fog of the most uncomfortable sort. The house too was cheerless and uncomfortable. However I was soon busy with writing and reading that I paid little attention to the outside. Henry was at home, and Brooks came from Walton to luncheon. My walk was not long as the smoke fog irritated my throat. Quiet evening— Read the American newspapers.