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more mixed-up colors. We see many rather nice looking women 

 probably coming in from the country, driving themselves about 

 town as if they understood it, in jaunty-looking chaises and 

 spring-carts. 



There are a good many soldiers moving about in fine undress 

 uniforms : one regiment is in blue, which I did not suppose the 

 British used. The men look well more intelligent than you 

 would suppose. 'Many are quite old, grey-headed, and all are 

 very neat and orderly in the streets. 



The children look Punchy. It strikes me the young ones are 

 dressed much older, while the young men are clothed much more 

 boyishly than in America. 



There are lots of the queerest little donkeys in the streets ; 

 some of them would not weigh more than Nep [my Newfound- 

 land], and most of them are not as large as our two-year-old 

 steers. They are made to draw enormous loads. I saw one 

 tugging a load of coal, on the top of which two stout Irishmen 

 sat, and stopped them to ask the weight. It was 1200 [besides 

 themselves], and the top of the donkey's back was just even with 

 my waist. The driver said he bought her five years ago for two 

 pounds [$10], and she was then called an old one. Here is one 

 now coming up the hill with a great load of furniture, a man on 

 behind it, and a boy on the shafts a poor little rat of a thing, 

 with the meekest expression you can conceive of. It is just as 

 much as he can stagger along with, and the boy jumps off to 

 relieve no ! the young satan has gone to his head and is cudgel- 

 ing him. The poor little donkey winces and turns his head, 

 and drops his ears, and nearly falls down. The boy stops [prob- 

 ably a policeman heaves in sight] and takes his seat on the shaft 

 again, and the donkey reels on. The man aft has continued his 



