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forgets a promise to any of us, even about a 

 trifle. Some old friends of theirs, Mr. and Mrs. 

 L., live at this pretty place, where we arrived yes- 

 terday evening. We were received with warm 

 affection ; and I was considered as one of my 

 aunt's childrefl, and treated with equal kindness. 



As soon as an early breakfast was over, we all 

 drove or rode to Northwich, about five miles from 

 this ; and between the fineness of the day, the 

 good nature of both new and old friends, and the 

 complete novelty of going down into a mine, it 

 has been a delightful expedition indeed. By the 

 way, I must tell you, that there was some little 

 hesitation about the ladies going down: there are 

 few mines, my uncle says, that would be very 

 suitable to such visits ; but when it can be effected 

 with propriety, he approves of their learning the 

 realities of life. We are such imaginative beings, 

 he says, that truth is necessary to steady our 

 minds. 



By my uncle's directions, I put on an old dress 

 of one of the miner's wives, over my own, to pre- 

 vent it from being soiled by the iron chain 

 and the bucket in which we were let down. By 

 the time I was near the bottom, I began to hear 

 the confused sound of the people below, and to 

 see the indistinct flickering of candles ; and on 

 looking up, the day light admitted from above by 

 the opening through which we had descended 

 looked smaller than the moon. The walls, and 



