The fog was so thick all day, that from time to time I was driven to have recourse to candles. Much of the morning devoted to a file of American newspapers which were due last week. The news from the South is what I seek. It shows a deplorable state of things. How long can it last so? That is the question. Will the revulsion come to disarm the conspirators government, or will that be strong enough to guide it? I cannot see far before me; neither can I pronounce a preference. The slave question is the test. Whoever settles that rightly is my choice. Visits from Messr Evarts and R. J. Walker. Conversation about the course of the government here in prosecuting persons for a violation of the enlistment law. It is gradually working along to the right position, in the face of dangers covering on the European side. From a leader evidently with an official respect, that appeared in the Morning Post, I should think war was imminent in Germany. A long walk in the drizzle. A visit from Mr Morse, who brought me more letters to look at which appear to indicate sudden hopes in the rebels from the recognition of the Pope of Rome. What a moral may be drawn from this stupendous fraud and treason. Not a single sound principle to build upon, because robbery is at the very root of all. Robbery of the rights of a race. We all dined at home today—that is I, with Henry, Brooks, and young Forbes. afterwards I finished the account of the Sanitary commission, and the Mail from America by the steamer came in. The newspapers though not containing much kept me up till late. I expected the Despatch bag but i did not come.