The day was blustering and wet. I was quiet and amused my share of leisure by continuing my labour and steady of my coins. I am preparing a catalogue of the British collection in a separate form. It is slow work, but instructive. Two or three visits. One from the Consul at St Petersburgh, Mr Phelps, who is on his way home on leave. The officers of the Government are certainly of the moveable kind. My son Brooks came home from school at Twickenham, at my desire, the scarlet fear having broken out there. Quiet evening at home.