vaLXI "1 Shufeldt and Audubon, Audubonia. 3** 



These quoted words of Doctor Bakewell's complete, in so far 

 as facts go, all we have been enabled to gather in regard to the 

 actual history of this portrait. In placing it here, we not only 

 give ourselves great pleasure, but we do more, for we add still 

 another to the list of the published portraits of that one of this 

 country's celebrated naturalists whose fame augments pari passu 

 with the march of time. 



Standing next in value to published Audubonian portraits are 

 published Audubonian letters, and we feel that it hardly requires 

 any apology from us, when we say that we know of no more 

 fitting way to conclude this article than by adding to it a hitherto 

 unpublished letter of Audubon's, addressed to his son John W. 

 Audubon, 4 Wimpole Street, Cavendish Square, London. It 

 will be seen upon perusal that this letter is brimful of interest, 

 both of a personal and an historical nature. It reads as 

 follows : — 



^Edinburgh, July 1st, i8j8, S?tnday. 

 "My dearest friends 



"Your joint letter of the 27th Wednesday, did not reach me 

 until yesterday afternoon, probably because the steamer which 

 brought it did not leave London on that evening on a / c of 

 the coronation etc., Here the festivals were poor beyond 

 description, and although scarcely anything was to be seen, the 

 whole population was on foot the entire day, and nearly the 

 whole night, gazing at each other like lost sheep. — No illumina- 

 tions except at two shops, Mr. Henderson's and another close by 

 him. — The fireworks at the castle consisted merely of about one 

 hundred rockets, not a gun was fired from the batteries. Mac- 

 Gillivray & I went to see the fireworks at 10 p. m, and soon 

 returned disgusted. — His museum (College of Surgeons) and the 

 Edinburgh Museum were thrown open gratis, and were 

 thronged to excess. Upwards of 20000 in the first, and about 

 25000 in the other ; all was however quite orderly. The day 

 was showery ; cloudy and dismal at times, but the evening was 

 clear and fine. — Mr. Hill's father died on the morning of the 

 27th and I have not seen Alex. H., since. Many thanks to 

 Maria for her bunch of letters, and the few lines of her own to 

 me, I hope that everything will go on well with you all. 



