My cold made me uncomfortable this morning. The news from America is to the end of the year, and is not important. Here we have the intelligence of the birth of a Prince, in the lineal succession to the throne. An event for this country. Who would now be ready to draw his Horoscope? I had some more newspapers to read and incidental business to do. The family returned from Ampthill quite pleased with their visit. The weather had moderated and I took a long walk with Brooks. In the evening, read a little of Vanity Fair as well as my cold would permit me. The bag from America came at midnight. A long letter from Charles expressing a great desire to come here, if he can get leave. It then rests with John and the government. I see no reason why he should not have permission. Yet I dare not indulge in any hope of success.