1861. March 7.—Dined with Lampson, for the time being a resident in a capital house at the farthest end of Eaton Square. Went at eleven to Lord Chelmsford’s for fifteen minutes. A youthful dance.
The news from home a shade more promising. A word of meditated coercion in the inaugural of the 4th instant may be the last nail in the Union’s coffin.
