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the butterfly that skips from flower to flower and merely 

 sees their beauties, but more, I hope, as a bee gathering 

 honeyed stores for future use. My cold was still quite 

 troublesome, and many remedies were offered me, but I 

 nevci take physic, and will not, even for kind Mrs. Gregg. 

 Sunday, October 8. I went to church at Mr. Gregg's 

 chapel ; the sermon was good, and the service being over, 

 took Miss Helen a long ramble through the gardens, in 

 which even now there is much of beauty. 



October 9. As soon as possible a male Chaffinch was 

 procured, and I sat to draw it to give an idea of what 

 Mrs. Gregg calls " my style." The Chaffinch was outlined, 

 daubed with water-colors, and nearly finished when we 

 were interrupted by callers, Dr. Holland among them, with 

 whom I was much pleased and interested, though I am 

 neither a craniologist nor a physiognomist. Lord Stan- 

 ford's gamekeeper again came for us, and we had a long 

 walk, and I killed a Pheasant and a Hare. 



October 10. To-day I returned to Manchester to meet 



Mr. Bohn. We went to the Academy together, and 



examined my drawings. Mr. Bohn was at first simply 



surprised, then became enthusiastic, and finally said they 



must be published the full size of life, and he was sure 



they would pay. God grant it ! He strongly advised me 



to leave Manchester, and go to London, where he knew I 



should at once be recognized. I dined at the good 



Quaker's, Mr. Dockray, where my friends Mrs. and Miss 



Rathbone are visiting; there is a large and interesting 



family. I sketched an Egret for one, a Wild Turkey for 



another, a Wood Thrush for a third. 



Bakczvell, October 11, I am at last, my Lucy, at the 

 spot which has been honored with thy ancestor's name. 

 Though dark and rainy I have just returned from a walk 

 in the churchyard of the village, where I went with Miss 

 Hannah Rathbone, she and her mother having most kindly 

 accompanied me hither. It was perhaps a strange place 



