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starchiness on the platform, their kittenish flow of 

 animal spirits before and after business, the odd way 

 in which men of advanced views were surrounded and 

 " supported " by their friends, were all to him new 

 and most amusing. 



The following extracts contain some interesting 

 details of the -last days of this first visit to England : 



LONDON, September 25, 1862. 



MY DEAR SISTER : . . . I intended not to have called on 

 Spencer, desiring not to trouble him until just before leav- 

 ing London. But on Tuesday (I think it was) I met him 

 on the street. He had heard, through Silsbee, that we had 

 returned, and seemed quite surprised that we had not called 

 on him or notified him of our return. I think he had been 

 at some pains to find a place for us. He had on the ever- 

 lasting stovepipe, which everybody yes, everybody wears. 

 I was walking with him and let drop the word "residua," 

 when he suddenly said : " By-the-by, Morell is in town, 

 and dines with me to-night. Come and have dinner with 

 us, and get acquainted with him. The only difficulty is, we 

 are somewhat crowded at table." I protested I did not 

 wish to intrude, but he said, "Walk home with me, and I 

 will find out if there will be room." He insisted, and so 

 we started. It was a mighty long way to Gloster Square 

 across Hyde Park almost to the Exhibition. Gloster 

 Square is about the size of Westcott's dooryard, and the 

 house is about two blocks away from it, so that the 

 green patch is just remotely in sight. Yet the neighbour- 

 hood is tiptop, and that is a very great deal here in Eng- 

 land. 



The mistress of the house, a doctor's widow, is a tall, 

 conceited, pompous, spoony-looking creature. Mr. Spencer, 

 somewhat embarrassed, unfolded the business : " Oh, yes, 

 certainly most happy. If there is not room we will make 



