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but a most intelligent and highly educated one. Mr. 

 Rathbone took me to the Exchange Buildings in order to 

 see the American consul, Mr. Maury, and others. Intro- 

 duction followed introduction ; then I was taken through 

 the entire building, the mayor's public dining-hall, etc. 

 I gazed on pictures of royalty by Sir Thomas Lawrence 

 and others, mounted to the dome and looked over Liver- 

 pool and the harbor that Nature formed for her. It was 

 past five when I went to keep my appointment with Mr. 

 Swift. 



July 25. The day has passed quickly. In the morn- 

 ing I made a crayon portrait of Mr. Swift — or rather 

 began it — for his father, then took a walk, and on my 

 return found a note from Mr. Richard Rathbone awaiting 

 me. He desired me to come at once with one of my 

 portfolios to Duke Street. I immediately took a hackney 

 coach and found Mr. and Mrs. Rathbone with Mr. James 

 Pyke awaiting me, to take me to the home of Mr. Rath- 

 bone, Sr., who lives some miles out of Liverpool.^ Their 

 youngest boy, Basil, a sweet child, took a fancy to me and 

 I to him, and we made friends during our drive. The 

 country opened gradually to our view, and presently pass- 

 ing up an avenue of trees we entered the abode of the 

 venerable pair, and I was heartily made welcome. I felt 

 painfully awkward, as I always do in new company, but 

 so much kindness and simplicity soon made me more at 

 ease. I saw as I entered the house a full and beautiful 

 collection of the birds of England, well prepared and 

 arranged. What sensations I had whilst I helped to untie 

 the fastenings of my portfolio ! I knew by all around me 

 that these good friends were possessed of both taste' and 

 judgment, and I did not know that I should please. I 

 was panting like the winged Pheasant, but ah ! these kjnd 

 people praised my Birds, and I felt the praise to be honest ; 

 once more I breathed freely. My portfolio thoroughly 

 1 At Green Bank. 



