Went to Southampton, to superintend some boat jobs that were doing for me. Slept at the ‘Sun’ inn on the quay, where the noise was such that all I ever heard before was pianissimo compared to it; thirty fellows screeching drunk, and singing till daybreak, in one room; an argument on politics in another, and a gaggle of more than average chattering women in another; people to and fro all night, and the waiters running about like mad dogs; but, per contra, I had a good bed, and, what was a miracle in Southampton, no fleas.