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remarks about myself such as "That's a German physi- 

 cian ; " " There 's a French nobleman." I ended my walk at 

 Mr. Lizars', and while with him expressed a wish to secure 

 some views of beautiful Edinburgh; he went to another 

 room and brought in a book of views for me to look 

 at, which I did with interest. He then asked me to draw 

 something for him, and as I finished a vignette he pushed 

 the book of superb Edinburgh towards me; on the first 

 leaf he had written, " To John J. Audubon, as a very im- 

 perfect expression of the regard entertained for his abilities 

 as an artist, and for his worth as a friend, by William H. 

 Lizars, engraver of the 'Views of Edinburgh. 1 ' I saw 

 though by gas-light -- some of Mr. Lizars' work, print- 

 ing from copper, coloring with water-color and oils, etc., 

 on the same, for the first time in my life. How little I 

 know ! how ignorant I am ! but I will learn. I went to 

 bed after reading Sir Walter's last novel till I was so 

 pleased with the book that I put it under my pillow to 

 dream about, as children do at Christmas time ; but my 

 dreams all went another way and I dreamed of the beech 

 woods in my own dear land. 



November 2, Thursday. I drew the bell at the door of 

 No. 80 George Street, where lives Dr. Thompson, just as 

 the great bell of St. Andrews struck nine, and we soon sat 

 down to breakfast. Dr. Thompson is a good, and good- 

 looking man, and extremely kind ; at the table were also 

 his wife, daughter, son, and another young gentleman; 

 and just as my second cup of coffee was handed to me a 

 certain Dr. Fox entered with the air of an old friend, and 

 at once sat down. He had been seventeen years in 

 France, and speaks the language perfectly, of course. 

 After having spoken somewhat about the scrubbiness of 

 the timber here, and the lofty and majestic trees of my 

 country dear, I rose to welcome Mrs. Lizars, who came in 

 with her husband and some friends. Mr. Lizars had not 

 seen one of my largest drawings; he had been enamoured 



