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was the largest house that he had known for thirty years. After the 

 lecture, he said that it was the very thing which was wanted. The 

 papers are so full of the elections that there is no mention of the 

 lectures, though there may be this evening. Even Irving only 

 has a few lines, and so has Matthew Arnold. 



November 1st. Just had a long interview with C. H. H , 



of the American agency satisfactory as far as preliminaries go. I 

 gave him nearly all the copies of the syllabus. His brother-in-law, 

 a scientific party, was at the Lowell Institute yesterday, and spoke 

 in the highest terms of the lecture. It appears that I am legally 

 entitled to the prefix of "Professor." However playfully conversa- 

 tional titles are given, ranging from General, Colonel, Judge, Doctor, 

 and the like, they are never used in print or writing unless they be 

 genuine. Mr. Williams was very strong on the subject, and insisted 

 on substituting " Professor " for " Rev." He says that the clergy 

 are, as a rule, so conventional, that people are shy of going to hear 

 a " Rev." lecturer. . . . 



How would you like this kind of luncheon 1 Clam chowder, 

 Mayonnaise chicken, corn-cake, ice (Poiiche Romaine), grapes ad 

 libitum, and coffee. If you like you can begin to breakfast at 7 a.m., 

 and go on until luncheon. Then you can eat luncheon until tea- 

 time, and then dine until supper time, when you can go on with 

 supper until 11.0. As to fruit, whole piles of apples, pears, and 

 grapes are on every table at every meal. I always pitch into the 

 grapes. There is a black grape here quite new to me. It is not 

 very large, and has something of the Muscatel flavour, but is sweeter. 

 It is called the " Martha." The peculiarity is that as soon as it is 

 bitten the whole interior tumbles out of the skin 



Clam chowder is something like green-pea soup, with dried 

 oysters grated into it. Alone, the clam is rather too strong. Fried 

 oysters are stunning, each being separate and bread-crumbed. . . . 



The Archaeological Institute of America has sent me an invita- 

 tion to a conversazione this evening, and to-morrow I am going to 

 the meeting of " Scientists," as men of science are called here. 



This morning I went to explore. Tremont Street is wonderful. 

 On one side are the best shops, on the other the gardens, and in the 

 immensely wide road is a four- fold stream of tram-cars ; " horse-cars " 

 as they are called here. Imagine Regent Street twice as wide, and 



