in a letter written immediately afterward, but it would be a breach of 

 confidence to reproduce it here, amusing as it was. 



My Mother arrived at Liverpool on July 5 and I went out on the 

 tender to the steamer, where I found her well and strong, but badly 

 sunburned. From Liverpool we took the usual "American tour," Ches- 

 ter, Warwick, Stratford, and Oxford to London, where we spent a 

 week. 



From London, we paid a short visit to Cambridge and, while there, 

 I walked over to Shelford to bid the Fosters good-bye. I found an 

 American visitor there, who had come over by the Guion steamer, 

 Arizona, first of the "ocean greyhounds," which had just created a great 

 sensation by making the run between Queenstown and New York in a 

 week. From Cambridge we made a hurried trip to visit the eastern 

 cathedrals, Ely, Peterborough and Lincoln and then, returning to Lon- 

 don, we went to Rotterdam from Harwich and stopped a few days in 

 Holland to see something of Amsterdam, Leyden and The Hague. We 

 were charmed with the country and the people, somewhat to our sur- 

 prise, for we had been misled by Washington Irving's caricatures of 

 the Dutch in his Knickerbocker's History of New Yor^, which was 

 written to ridicule the pretensions of the old New York families. 



Zml 



