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to know the way to Mr. Ritchie's, where I was to dine. 

 Mr. Lizars sent a young man to show me the way, and I 

 arrived at the appointed spot just one hour too late. I 

 dined however, and dined well. Miss Scott was there, Miss 

 Combe, Mr. Weiss, and several others; but when dinner 

 was over and we ascended to the tea room, a crowd of 

 ladies and gentlemen not before seen were in waiting to 

 see the " Woodsman from America." We had music and 

 dancing, and I did not leave till a late hour and must now 

 write more for the printers. I must tell thee that some- 

 one gave a false note of one pound at my exhibition rooms, 

 and therefore / paid him well to see my birds. A man 

 who met me to-day at the door of the Institution asked 

 me if they were very well worth seeing. Dost thou think I 

 said " Yes " ? Not I ! I positively said " No ! " and off he 

 went; but a few yards off I saw him stop to talk to another 

 man, when he returned and went in. 



Thursday, December 7. I wrote as hard as I could 

 till early this morning, and finished the paper for Professor 

 Jameson, who sent me a note desiring me to put down the 

 University of Edinburgh as a subscriber to my work. 

 I was highly pleased With this, being a powerful leader. 

 I saw in this day's paper that Charles Bonaparte had ar- 

 rived at Liverpool in the " Canada " from New York. 

 How I longed to see him ! Had I been sure of his remain- 

 ing at Liverpool a few days, I positively would have gone 

 there by the evening mail-coach. I saw to-day two of 

 my drawings in proof; I was well pleased with them; 

 indeed one of them I liked better than the first that were 

 done. My dinner was at Mr. Howe's, the editor of the 

 "Courant." Mr. Allan the artist came in at nine, when his 

 lessons were just ended at the Academy of Arts, — an ex- 

 tremely agreeable man, full of gayety, wit, and good sense, 

 a great traveller in Russia, Greece, and Turkey. 



Friday, December 8, 1S26. Men and their lives are 

 very like the different growths of our woods ; the noble 

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