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rail at exactly dinner time, half past six. Kew Gardens 

 were founded and have grown up under the care and con- 

 trol of Sir William Hooker. His son, Dr. Joseph Hooker, 

 is now the active man and lives on the spot. He married 

 the daughter of Rev. John Henslow, Professor of Botany 

 in Cambridge. Prof. Henslow was a very able man, and 

 his hobby was popularizing botany and introducing it into 

 the very lowest schools. He devised a method for this, and 

 tried it in the parish schools with great success. He pre- 

 pared a plan, a regular philosophic system, but did not 

 publish it before his premature death. His son, Rev. 

 George Henslo\\*, made over the manuscripts to Prof. 

 Oliver, of the London University, who has lately published 

 them in the shape of a small volume, which Eliza got yes- 

 terday. George Henslow has inherited his father's reputa- 

 tion as a botanist, with his system and all appurtenances. 

 He teaches a grammar school in South Crescent, about ten 

 minutes' walk from here, and also takes private pupils in 

 botany. Eliza is going to take some lessons of him. He 

 has explained to her his method, which pleases her. She 

 will begin day after to-morrow. If her strength holds out 

 she will probably Americanize Henslow's method and re- 

 produce his text-book. It has certain very important ele- 

 ments for educational purposes. 



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Lucerne, Switzerland, August i6, 1863. 

 Dear Father and Mother : Presuming that before 

 this reaches you Jay will have left the United States, I 

 address this to you, and will try to make it so legible that 

 you can easily read it. We left London a week ago 

 yesterday, and have travelled through France, Belgium, 

 Prussia, and Bavaria, and are now in Switzerland — a pretty 

 good week's work for invalids. We crossed the Channel 

 without difficulty. Eliza expected to be horribly seasick 

 and dreaded the trip, but went to sleep and was there be- 

 fore she knew it. We stopped the first night in Brussels, 



