Very fortunately for me the Despatches of the week were of no importance and I had myself scarcely any thing to communicate, so that I was not crowded for time to make up the materials of the bag. For the first time since I have been here I had not a single private letter—not even from my son John. Nevertheless I wrote him one. My boy Brooks came in from school today a little in advance of the close of the term as he is to go to Paris tomorrow in company with Henry. So we had three at table at dinner, and a quiet evening in the library.