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more rapidly than any since I have been in England. I 

 am becoming impatient to start for Paris. I do not ex- 

 pect much benefit by this trip, but I shall be glad to see 

 what may be done. Mr. Parker has nearly finished my 

 portrait, which he considers a good one, and so do I.^ He 

 has concluded to go to Paris with us. so we shall be quite 

 a party. Mr. Vigors wrote asking me to write some pa- 

 pers for the "Zoological Journal," but I have refused him 

 as all others. No money can pay for abuse. This after- 

 noon I had a visit from a Mr. Kirkpatrick, who bought 

 my picture of the Bantams. 



August 29. I packed up my clothes early this morning 

 and had my trunk weighed, as only forty pounds are al- 

 lowed to each person. I also put my effects to rights, and 

 was ready to start for anywhere by seven. 



August 30. While Mr. Swainson was sitting with me, 

 old Bewick and his daughters called on me. Good old 

 man! how glad I was to see him again. It was, he said, 

 fifty-one years since he had been in London, which is no 

 more congenial to him than to me. He is now seventy- 

 eight, and sees to engrave as well as when he was twenty 

 years of age. 



Dover, September 1, 1828. Now, my dear book, pre- 

 pare yourself for a good scratching with my pen, for I have 

 entered on a journey that I hope will be interesting. I 

 had breakfast at six with Mr. Parker; we were soon joined 

 by Mr. and Mrs. Swainson and proceeded to the office in 

 Piccadilly, where we took our seats in the coach. At the 

 " Golden Cross " in Charing Cross we took up the rest of 

 our cargo. Bless me ! what a medley ! A little, ill-look- 

 ing Frenchman — who fastened a gilt balancing-pole wider 

 the coach, and put his wife and little daughter on top, — 

 four men all foreigners, and a tall, rather good-looking 

 demoiselle, with a bonnet not wanting in height or breadth 

 or bows of blue ribbon, so stiff they must have been 

 1 No trace of this portrait can be found. 



