Another day given up to steady writing. A visit from Mr Foster who came to make some last enquiries about the facts relating to the case of the Georgia, respecting which Mr Baring was to make his speech in this evening. He is sanguine that something may be done. I have little reliance in the vigor of this ministry. Kept writing until half past five o’clock when13 the man came to close the bag. These two days have been pretty laborious. I went into the park and strolled for an hour. The foliage is just coming out in great beauty. As I look at it I think of the trees I left at home. This day commences the fourth year of my residence here. It has not been a pleasant one, neither is it so yet. So, long as the war rages with uncertain result, it will not be. The moment that change comes I shall seek to be released. In consequence of a silly report of a rumor which appeared in Mackay’s letter to the Times printed yesterday, a dozen persons addressed me last night as if I was on the point of being made President. This does not contribute to my comfort here. I infer on the point of being made President. This does not contribute to my comfort here. I have had as much of the agitation in six years as I want. Nothing but a positive call of duty could change my determination. Quiet evening, for a wonder.