JOURNAL 105 



Egyptian, and Grecian statues and fragments, I leave 

 them to the curious in these matters. I can consider 

 the Eve of the Bristol Institution superior to the whole. 



I had letters to certain persons, and began to search 

 for them, but found them not. However, I got my old 

 and very excellent friend Dr. Grant, with whom I 

 dined. We had a long crack. He complains desper- 

 ately of the affairs of his college, his whole income for 

 the last year not having exceeded 120. 



It rained furiously as I was going home, and I did 

 not find my way without some difficulty. London is an 

 ugly wilderness. "My own romantic town" is the 

 best I have seen after all. 



The Portland or Barberini vase in the British 

 Museum is much inferior to the model of it by 

 Wedgewood in the Edinburgh University Museum. 

 It is of blue glass, with white opaque figures. The 

 model mentioned has a black opaque ground ; that of 

 the Liverpool Institution has a blue ground. 



The hall for the Royal Library, 300 feet in length, 

 is splendid. Two scoundrels in the room in which I 

 write are damning and blaspheming, so I must leave 

 them to their meditations. 



Wednesday, 18th September 1833. 



Having had no sleep on the way from Bristol to 

 London, I remained in bed till near nine. After break- 

 fast I went out, took a tortuous direction through the 

 city, and arrived at Dr. Grant's, 10 Seymour Place, 

 North, Euston Square. 



