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the earth in our whole continent. You know the stor}- of the English lord saying that " the 

 rich citizen might build a palace, but, damn him, he could not build the old trees." They may 

 say of us, that we cannot make the old churches. The truth is, there is no town in England 

 of any antiquity that has not churches that Boston has nothing to compare with. I do not 

 know that Bristol, for example, is remarkable for churches, and yet it has more fine buildings 

 of that kind than can bo found in the United States. 



I went to De Villc's a few days ago to see his collection of casts of heads, of which he 

 has between two and three thousand. He is in the practice of examining heads to tell the 

 characters of those who wear them for a fee, and I even put mine under his hands. He wrote 

 out a character and gave the relative size of the organs. This he does by numbers going from 

 one to seven. He gave me no number lower than two, and what of all the organs in my head 

 do you suppose is so puny and behind-hand ? Nothing else than self-esteem, or in other words 

 vanity. I think the better of phrenology for this hit. Indeed, I always knew that I had not 

 a sufficiently high opinion of myself. Tell the Doctor that his organ of self-esteem will probably 

 be found not more than one in Mr. De Ville's scale, whatever may be said of it at home. 



3Iai/ 19. — I have just returned from Woolwich, where I have spent a very pleasant day 

 with Professor Barlow, of the Royal Military Academy. I went down to the repetition of 

 some experiments he has been making on the strength of iron. I met at his house, where 

 I dined, two or three other engineers. On my return, found your letter of April 16tli. I am 

 obliged to you for looking to see how things go on at the Mill-dam, although I do not believe 

 you will be able to know much about it. Yet I like to hear of it, for at the sight of the 

 name of the Gypsey I can hear the humming of the wheels. England is in a very prosperous 

 condition at this moment, with the exception of the agricultural interests. The manufactures 

 of every kind are in good employment, and I am told several large cotton-mills are building 

 at Manchester. 



Societies are as much in operation here for charitable and moral purposes as they are in 

 America, and I have no doubt but they produce good results. I am certain that there is 

 less vice in London now than there was when I was hei"e fifteen years ago. Begging is rare, 

 and the practice of crime in the streets is by no means so common as formerly. This is to be 

 attributed partly to societies, partly to the improvement in the police, and more than either of 

 these, perhaps, to the cessation of war and the partial relief of the lower orders from its 

 burdens. Whatever the cause, the morals of the people have improved in everything except 

 the practice of temperance. 



Ever faithfully yours, 



Daniel Treadwell. 



To Dr. John Ware. 



Manchester, June 2, 183.5. 

 My dear Doctor, — I think you will agree with me that the most pleasant letters are those 

 ■which concern some of the prominent men amongst whom the writer may be placed, or of whom 

 he may be in a condition to collect incidents. If the relations are of a scandalous character, 

 or tend to bring the mighty down to our own level, the interest is exceedingly increased. 

 Letters relating to the mere people, those atoms of mortality of which the substance called 

 mankind is formed, excite few sympathies, unless we can fix upon some great atom called a 

 leader ; and yet of how much more importance are the people than the leaders, of whom we 



