Passed the night as usual; the contrast between this passage and the
last truly wonderful; no rolling or pitching; the wind rather less.
About noon a sprinkling of rain which increased and the wind diminished.
In the evening fair and a calm. Read half of Mrs. Trollope's "America,"
and still consider it not so very bad. What a Tory is R. C. calling
Bonaparte a great rogue, allowing him no merit hardly as a military
character, violating every treaty, the English always right; when told
of B. attending his soldiers ill of the plague, said others might and
probably would have done the same. After being baffled in argument, if
such assertions deserves to be so-called; he concluded by crying out
Church and King, when told that W. Scott only pointed out two or three
errors he said he was not a proper Tory; may Toryism ever have such a
defender! In the morning he had been decrying the commercial character
of the French.