392 MEMOIR OF DANIEL TKEADWELL. 



I was much more pleased with the master manufacturers of Glasgow tlian with those of 

 Mancliester. I found them possessed of more knowledge of the science of their arts, with a 

 greater disposition to free communication of their methods of practice. I saw hut few of their 

 scientific men, as I was there at the time of the College vacation and the Professors were 

 mostly absent. Dr. Hooker treated me with great politeness, and gave me access to the Col- 

 lege buihlings, library, and llunterian iluscum, and insisted on introducing mc to Dr. Thomson, 

 but unfortunately we found him awa\ 



At Stratford upon Avon I was well repaid for the hours that I passed there in visiting the 

 house in whicli !>'hakespcarc was born, and the stone beneatli which his dust now remains, — 

 the beginning and the end. In viewing the scenes about the town, and identifying them 

 with Shakespeare in his youth, the predominant feeling was that of wonder that an individual 

 surrounded with these commonplace things of life, and brought in daily contact with common 

 men, eating and drinking with them and taking part in their petty aifairs, should at the same 

 time have possessed that power which in after life developed itself in acquiring and displaying 

 tliat perfect knowledge of the characters and passions of men in all the varieties of kind and 

 condition which stamps his immortal works, and passed from the stage when, with a small proi> 

 erty, he returned to end his days where they began, — where, with perhaps some faint forebod- 

 ings of what his fame might be, he lived on without any apparent concern for a thing of so 

 little real value, — perhaps a happier man than he would liave been, had he possessed in life all 

 that posterity have awarded him in death. 



This afternoon I liave found a treasure in the person of Dr. Sweetser, who arrived here 

 about a week since, having been wandering " to and fro in France, Italy, and Germany, and 

 walking up and down therein." He is in good health and spirits, and I think will return with 

 me in August. Will not the ship have a " bonnie freight " that brings twa sic duels as 

 S. and T. ? I shall get through with everything to leave iiere by the 1st of August. . . . 



Ever yours, 



Daniel Treadwell. 



To Dk. John Ware. 



London, July 0, 1835. 

 My dear Sir, — I received yours by Mr. Ticknor, and likewise another from you by the 

 packet of the 16tli of June. Your letters, although relating to ordinary events, jjroduced a 

 sensation in reminding me of your habits of philosopliical thinking, which, let me say, 1 do not 

 often fall in with here, much as I see, otherwise, that is admirable in science and in the arts. 

 You are somewhat melanclioly, and more than usually inclined to thoughts of a religious 

 character. You know that it has always been a standing wonder with me, that those who 

 believe should ever think or act without reference to their belief, as everything of this world is 

 of so little importance compared with that which a believer must anticipate of the next. It 

 must indeed be a glorious imagination for one to suppose himself here but entering upon a 

 series of perceptions which are to be continued and accumulated in other states, to which this 

 life is but the dark passage. To believe that the great mysteries whicli we here grapple with 

 for a while, and then abandon in despair, will be made as plain as our easiest knowledge is to 

 us now, — to believe that t\-e shall see relations existing between appearances which at present 

 seem arbitrary and even incompatible, — all this, if it could be obtained, would indeed be worth 

 striving for. But what labor will attain it ? what price jturchase it ? You have often said 

 that if this life were all, you should think it not worth the possession, and it would pass without 



