29 November 1847 – 5 December 1847

Visit Poorhouse, Tom Read, crazy man with small sharp black eyes ; sometimes keeps a piece of iron on his head to do his brain good ; plays on a fiddle, the first and second strings only packthread, ' Ain kind Dearie,' ' Pandun o' Rafferty,' grunting and groaning all the while, and groaning fiercely when he struck a note out of tune. I promise him strings. ' Does your Honour live far away .'' '

Irish Idylls. Read Blot in the ''Scutcheon. Bravo, Browning ! Decetnber 5. — Dream — dine with the Queen, who asks me to ' try her custard pudding.' I ask if Her Majesty knows the song of ' Miss Baily,' and recite it to her. Cobbett's Tear in America good. Cobbett was a Man. '