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flock of rooks, very like crows, but larger ; an 

 English stagecoach, more of that anon ; a coach and 

 four with postilions, fine. But I must stop 

 here. 



P. S. Liverpool again, Tuesday evening. I have 

 accomplished a good day's work to-day. Rose early, 

 made the circuit of the city of Chester on the walls 

 before breakfast, explored all about the town ; visited 

 the cathedral, walked to Eaton Hall, four miles and 

 back again ; and then, finding there was no coach in 

 the morning until nine o'clock, took an evening coach, 

 and returned here ten p. M., much gratified, but a 

 little fatigued ; so good-night. A. GT. 



GLASGOW (WOODSIDE CRESCENT), December 12, 1838. 



I do not just now feel like a traveler. I have been 

 for almost a week, if not at home, yet the next thing 

 to it, in the truly hospitable mansion of our good 

 friends here, where I was received with that cor- 

 dial kindness which you, having experienced before 

 me, can well understand. Indeed I owe it chiefly to 

 you, who I assure you are not forgotten here. Ecce 

 signum. Both Sir William and Lady Hooker call me, 

 oftener than anything else, by the name of Dr. 

 Torrey. I answer to the name promptly, and am 

 much flattered to be your representative. 



I have just stuck fast here, busy among the plants 

 from morning till night. I have been out of the house 

 but twice (except to church on Sunday) : once a walk 

 into town with Mr. Hooker, Senior (kind and amiable 

 old man, who insists upon taking me about, and show- 

 ing me whatever he showed you), and once with Sir 

 William to the Botanic Garden. I am anxious to im- 

 prove every moment here, where there is so much to 



