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meats and fruits, attractive; but the situation, and the nar- 

 row booths in which the articles were exhibited, was, com- 

 pared with the Liverpool market, nothing. I ascended the 

 stairs leading to the New Town, and after turning to the 

 right, saw before me the monument in honor of Nelson, 

 to which I walked. Its elevated situation, the broken, 

 rocky way along which I went, made it very picturesque; 

 but a tremendous shower of rain accompanied by a heavy 

 gust of cold wind made me hurry from the spot before I 

 had satisfied myself, and I returned home to breakfast. I was 

 struck with the resemblance of the women of the lower 

 classes to our Indian squaws. Their walk is precisely the 

 same, and their mode of carrying burdens also ; they have 

 a leather strap passed over the forehead attached to large 

 baskets without covers, and waddle through the streets, 

 just like the Shawanees, for instance. Their complexion, if 

 fair, is beyond rosy, partaking, indeed, of purple — dull, and 

 disagreeable. If dark, they are dark indeed. Many of 

 the men wear long whiskers and beards, and are extremely 

 uncouth in manners, and still more so in language. I had 

 finished breakfast when Messrs. Patison came to see my 

 drawings, and brought with them a Miss Ewart, who was 

 said to draw beautifully. She looked at one drawing after 

 another, but remained mute till I came to the doves ; she 

 exclaimed at this, and then told me she knew Sir Walter 

 Scott well, " and," she added, " he will be delighted to 

 see your magnificent collection." Later I called again at 

 Dr. Thompson's, but as he was not at home, left the letter 

 and my card ; the same at Professor Duncan's. I then 

 walked to the fish market, where I found Patrick Neill, Esq.,* 

 at his desk, after having passed between two long files of 

 printers at their work. Mr. Neill shook hands cordially, 

 gave me his home address, promised to come and see me, 

 and accompanied me to the street, begging me not to visit 



1 Patrick Neill, 1776-1851, Scottish naturalist and horticulturalist. Was 

 a printer in Edinburgh at this time. 



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