The moment of the crowning was extremely fine.

When the Archbishop placed the crown on the head of the King, the trumpets sounded, and the whole audience cried out "God save the King." All the Peers and Peeresses put on their coronets, and the blaze of splendour through the Abbey seemed to be doubled.

The King was then conducted to the raised throne, where the Peers successively did him homage, each of them kissing his cheek, and touching the crown.

Some of them were cheered, which I thought indecorous in such a place, and on such an occasion.

The Tories cheered the Duke of Wellington; and our people, in revenge, cheered Lord Grey and Brougham.
You will think this a very dull letter for so great a subject; but I have only had time to scrawl these lines in order to catch the post.
I have not a minute to read them over.