Walked before daylight by a sudden burst of wind on the house such as I never experienced before. It seemed almost like a blow from a solid substance. It did not last long with the same severity, but it only relaxed in part until night. My day was devoted to the despatch of all unfinished business. Which I accomplished, and had a little leisure for my numismatic studies. Walk towards night by Hyde Park. The days are sensibly growing longer, as the winter begins to wear away. But my suspense as to the future is in no way relieved. The letter want of interest in any thing here is I think rather depressing my health— And yet the prospect at home does not lighten as fact as I could wish it. I hardly know whether to go home and face the vicissitudes of political life there would augment my happiness or that of my family. If I were some of retirement, the case would be simplified. Perhaps it is quiet as wise not to consider much of this matter, and rather to let events take their course— A few days must now give us light— Sir Henry Holland was here to see Mrs Adams on her departure, the postponement of which he did not know. Very quiet evening