Cooler day. The season is changing. I was busy al the morning visiting. We got all the despatches ready but one, which was put off until Tuesday to see if an answer will come from Lord Russell. Every thing is new tending to some decision, and the course of the government becomes more and more dubious. This has been by far the most laborious week that I have had since I have been here. We had news again from America, but nothing cheering. I took a long walk with my son Brooks, embracing the length of Regent Street, Piccadilly one side of Hyde Park to the marble arch and Oxford Street. Quiet evening.