Now I have only to keep still and quiet, and do nothing useful, or the contrary, if possible, and not speak, and not vex myself more than is necessary on politics.

I had a letter from Jessie Mario, dated Bologna, the other day, and feel a little uneasy at what she may be about there.
It was a letter not written in very good taste, blowing the trumpet against all Napoleonists.

Most absurd for the rest.

Cavour had promised L.N.Tuscany for his cousin as the price of his intervention in Italy; and Prince Napoleon, finding on his arrival here that it 'wouldn't do,' the peace was made in a huff.
Absurd, certainly.
Robert advises me not to answer, and it may be as well, perhaps.
I dreamed lately that I followed a mystic woman down a long suite of palatial rooms.

She was in white, with a white mask, on her head the likeness of a crown.