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errands for me. I took a walk and listened with pleasure 

 to the song of the little Robin. 



October 1. I called at the Philosophical Hall and at 

 the Public Library, but I am again told that Leeds, though 

 wealthy, has no taste ; nevertheless I hope to establish an 

 agency here. 



October 3. I visited the museum of a Mr. Calvert, a 

 man who, like myself, by dint of industry and perseverance 

 is now the possessor of the finest collection I have seen in 

 England, with the exception of the one at Manchester. 

 I received a letter from Mr. Havell only one day c'd; 

 wonderful activity this in the post-office department. I 

 have been reading good Bewick's book on quadrupeds. 

 I have had no success in Leeds, and to-morrow go to 

 York. 



York, October 5. Mr. Barclay, my agent here, I soon 

 found had done almost nothing, had not indeed delivered 

 all the numbers. I urged him to do better, and went to the 

 Society Hall, where I discovered that the number which 

 had been forwarded from Edinburgh after I had left there 

 was miserably poor, scarcely colored at all. I felt quite 

 ashamed of it, although Mr. Wright thought it good ; but 

 I sent it at once to Havell for proper treatment. Being 

 then too late to pay calls, I borrowed a volume of Gil Bias, 

 and have been reading. 



October 6. No luck to-day, my Lucy. I am, one would 

 think, generally either before or after the proper time. I 

 am told that last week, when the Duke of Wellington was 

 here, would have been the better moment. I shall have 

 the same song given me at Newcastle, I dare foretell. I 

 have again been reading Gil Bias ; how replete I always 

 find it of good lessons. 



October 8. I walked this morning with Mr. Barclay to 



the house of Mr. F , a mile out of town, to ascertain if 



he had received the first number. His house was expressly 

 built for Queen Elizabeth, who, I was told, had never been 



