1–7 May 1848

I heard Alboni sing last night in Cenerentola, and the 'Times today calls it the best of her triumphs. I found only the noble burst of voice beautiful, and the trills and gurgling and other feats not only not interesting, but, as in all other performers, painful ; mere surgical, or rather, functional acts.

From Boulogne to Paris fifty -six leagues, seven and one-half mortal hours.