In the midst of the luxury of this establishment my nights have been unusually sleepless. They averaged hardly four hours. The early morning was lovely, and as I looked out of my window the prospect was calm and genial. The landscape is pleasant, wanting only water to make it charming. Up and dressed early in order to town with Mr Baring, in the first train. Left the children to come at a later hour. At home by noon, and as usual found an accumulation of matter for my attention, on my table. The mail from America had come. but no Despatch bag—probably on account of the interruption to the railway communication by the raid, at the moment of departure At two o’clock I had an appointment with Mr Erickson a surgeon, for the purpose of80 running a small even from my head, the increase of which threatened to be inconvenient in time. He effected it with my slight pain. Several years since Dr Henry J Bigelow had done the same thing for me, but with more sharpness and bloodshed This is the third instance in my life time. The cause of these exerescences is a mystery to the profession. My father had them, and at his death of them had grown to a considerable size. I had a succession of visits. Mr Hudson, who had been Consul at Buenos Ayres, Mr Heade, an artist wanting aid, Mr Turnstall, a southern man desiring to be released form his parole given not to return to the United States, and Mr Scott Russell. The latter had not much to say. He reported that Mr Yeatman had got his remittances and was about returning home. Perhaps he sounded me gently as to the possibility of his going out in person to forward the old plan. If so, I must have failed to second it. In point of fact the intervention of Englishmen is to be deprecated. In the midst of all this, the children came back from Normal Court, and information was brought that Mary was suffering rather alarmingly. We had some difficulty in getting Medical advice at once. Her symptoms indicated congestion of the lungs, so that our uneasiness at so sudden and unusual an attack was great. At last we got our neighbor Mr Headland, a medical practitioner rather than a physician, but a very judicious man. He did not disguise the serious nature of the attack, but he prescribed for it and promised to come in again at night. Of course, my mind was not in a state to think of much else. But the ugly symptoms did not increase, and by bed time I thought I perceived that they were less threatening. Her mother spent the night in her room.