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but her husband, not even her brothers and
sisters, and, of course, she constantly heard speculations as to the
authenticity of the book, and was often appealed to for her opinion. She
is very unpretending and sweet in her manners; talks little, and seems
not at all like a literary lady.
I like these people in Liverpool. They seem to me to think less of
fashion and more of substantial excellence than our wealthy people. I
am not sure but the existence of a higher class above them has a
favorable effect, by limiting them in some ways. There is much less
show of furniture in the houses than with us, though their servants and
equipages are in much better keeping. I am not sorry to be detained
here for a few days by my illness to become acquainted with them, and
I think your father likes it also, and will find it useful to him. Let me
say, while I think of it, how much I was pleased with the GREAT
WESTERN. That upper saloon with the air passing through it was a
great comfort to me. The captain, the servants, the table, are all
excellent. Everything on board was as nice as in the best hotel, and my
gruels and broths beautifully made. One of the stewardesses did more
for me than I ever had done by any servant of my own . . . Your father
and Louisa were ill but three or four days, and then your father read
Tacitus and talked to the ladies, while Louisa played with the other
children.
The Adelphi, my first specimen of an English hotel, is perfectly
comfortable, and though an immense establishment, is quiet as a
private house. There is none of the bustle of the Astor, and if I ring my
bedroom bell it is answered by a woman who attends to me assiduously.
The landlord pays us a visit every day to know if we have all we wish.
LONDON, Sunday, November 1
Here I am in the mighty heart, but before I say one word about it I will
go on from Wednesday evening with my journal. On Thursday, though

still very feeble, I dined at Green Bank, the country-seat of Mr. William
Rathbone. I was unwilling to leave Liverpool without sharing with your
father some of the hospitalities offered to us and made a great effort to
go. The place is very beautiful and the house full of comfortable
elegance.
The next morning we started for Birmingham, ninety-seven miles from
Liverpool, on our way to London, as I am unable to travel the whole
way in a day. On this railway I felt for the first time the superiority of
England to our own country. The cars are divided into first, second, and
third classes. We took a first-class car, which has all the comforts of a
private carriage.
Just as we entered Birmingham I observed the finest seat, surrounded
by a park wall and with a very picturesque old church, that I had seen
on the way. On enquiring of young Mr. Van Wart, who came to see us
in Birmingham (the nephew of Washington Irving), whose place it was,
he said it was now called Aston Hall and was owned by Mr. Watt, but
it was formerly owned by the Bracebridges, and was the veritable
"Bracebridge Hall," and that his uncle had passed his Christmas there.
On arriving here we found our rooms all ready for us at Long's Hotel,
kept by Mr. Markwell, a wine merchant. The house is in New Bond
Street, in the very centre of movement at the West End, and Mr.
Markwell full of personal assiduity, which we never see with us. He
comes to the carriage himself, gives me his arm to go upstairs, is so
much obliged to us for honoring his house, ushers you in to dinner, at
least on the first day, and seats you, etc., etc.
Do not imagine us in fresh, new-looking rooms as we should be in New
York or Philadelphia. No, in London even new things look old, but
almost everything IS old. Our parlor has three windows down to the
floor, but it is very dark. The paint is maple color, and everything is
dingy in appearance. The window in my bedroom looks like a horn
lantern, so thick is the smoke, and yet everything is scrupulously clean.
On our arrival, Boyd, the Secretary of Legation, soon came, and stayed
to dine with us at six. Our dinner was an excellent soup, the boiled cod
garnished with fried smelts, the roast beef and a FRICANDEAU with
sweet breads, then a pheasant, and afterwards, dessert.
This morning Mr. Bates came very early to see us, and then Mr. Joseph
Coolidge, who