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ing stirred up in the swimming way. Between that and 

 the stifling atmosphere of the room I did not get asleep till 

 five this morning, and my eyes began to get hot and un- 

 comfortable. However, two or three hours rest has saved 

 me, and I feel better now, although much used up. Spen- 

 cer is looking very well ; plays billiards a great deal ; dis- 

 ciplines himself to amusement. I have not yet smoked on 

 English soil, which I presume has much to do with my 

 nervousness. 



I have had a few minutes' interview with old Tyndall 

 very, very cordial and satisfactory. Nothing of business 

 was touched, however. I am writing in the Royal Institu- 

 tion, as there is nowhere else in London where I can get a 

 yard of space. France being shut up is the reason of all 

 this crowding. 



I dine privately at Huxley's Saturday night to talk busi- 

 ness. Will report progress as soon as there is any. If I 

 send a Punch, send it on west. Spencer's side projects on 

 the Sociology are amazingly interesting. He has been 

 afraid of their being stolen and has kept them shady, but 

 he will show them to me. The pith of the whole matter 

 is, however, that the speed of the enterprise depends upon 

 funds ; and in consequence of the prospective delay he is 

 already thinking of going over to the Ethics after Volume 

 I of the Sociology. 



LONDON, June 77, 1871. 



It is now Saturday afternoon. Have not found a room 

 yet; not a sign of "apartments" visible in London. I 

 have been a little lame with the " distances," but am get- 

 ting better of it now. 



June 23, 1871. It is as cold as the very grave itself. I 

 sit down to write with my heavy overcoat on and am shiver- 

 ing. I got lodging rooms day before yesterday near Port- 

 land Road Station, and have a parlour and large bedroom. 

 I ought to have kept a fire up, but going in and out con- 



