We are going on here very pleasantly. Came yesterday Tommy Moore, who is as unaffected and as agreeable a little man as ever I met with, and whatever may be thought of “‘Lalla Rookh’ as a naughty book,” there is no naughtiness at all in his conversation, and I should say he was good and generous and amiable. Last night he and Mrs. A’Court, who sings Italian as well as English, and what not, rarely—they gave us duets and sometimes he gave solos, and sometimes she solas (is it?), accompanied by the guitar, and it was all done without parade or fuss and with talk between, and so it was kept up most agreeably, from about half-past nine till half-past eleven, bedtime.