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Saturday evening. This has been a busy and some- 

 what interesting day with me. I rose early, went 

 down to Bentham's to breakfast, stayed until eleven 

 o'clock, and then went up to Brown's house to spend 

 the morning, according to previous appointment. 

 We talked profound botanical matters, and Brown 

 not only amused and interested me, but gave me 

 much valuable information. He talks of visiting 

 America, possibly next summer, and I have promised 

 to plan him a route. I left him about four o'clock, 

 returned to my lodgings, dressed hastily, took a Ken- 

 sington omnibus, and reached old Mr. Menzies' little 

 place at five. Mr. Ward, who was to meet us, was 

 not there. We left at half past ten, and walked all 

 the way back, about four miles. So here I am safe 

 again. I read over the doctor's short letter again. 

 I am trying to imagine how Herbert looks now. He 

 has probably changed very much since I parted from 

 him. I have a very especial love for that little fel- 

 low. 1 I must find time to write to the girls, yet fear 

 I shall scarcely be able until I have left London. Tell 

 them I think of them daily even if I cannot write 

 them. As to M's French letter, it is not due until I 

 get to France ; but that will, I trust, be soon. Adieu. 

 Good-night. 



Sunday, February 24. I was fortunate this morn- 

 ing in being able to hear a man I had heard spoken 

 of, and of whom I had formed a high opinion : the 

 Rev. Thomas Dale, Vicar of St. Bride's, who also 

 preaches in the evening at St. Sepulcre's. He 

 preached from the first part of Luke vii. 47 : " Her 

 sins, which are many, are forgiven ; for she loved 



1 Herbert Gray Torrey, born just before Dr. Gray sailed, was his 

 godson. 



