Clear, with a cool East wind. Morning quiet at home. It appears that yesterday was a very large meeting of people on Primrose hill to consult upon the departure of Garibaldi, which was very summarily put an end to by the police. This is the boasted freedom of England. Nothing has so clearly637 shown the uneasy condition of the body politic that this affair. The earnest and frequent explanations in Parliament, and letters in the newspapers to convince the people of the truth of a statement, which is after all partially disbelieved by every body establish the fact that hypocrisy is one of the necessity which attend the present condition of the aristocracy. Walked out with my son Brooks, and attended afternoon service at St John’s word chapel on the other side of the Park. It is large but wholly uninteresting. There was no organ, and the hymns were sung by a choir of females, without any accompaniment. The evening service was performed, but no sermon. We afterwards went into the Zoological gardens. Mr Evarts and his son dined with us—and in the evening, we had Mr Weston and Mr Parkes.