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giving our time there to the new well-contrived Pitt- 
River Museum of Ethnology; then walked to 
Acland’s and made a long call on his daughter, 
- who seemed pleased, and we certainly were to see her 
again, and looking well, though a sufferer and invalid. 
The dinner at Balfour’s, J. will describe. 
Friday, at ten o’clock, the Hookers called with a 
carriage, and we drove to Nuneham, seven miles, where 
Colonel Harcourt, older brother of Sir William Har- 
court, had invited us to see the place and lunch. It is 
one of the principal seats of the Harcourt family, — 
not the oldest, which is on the Thames much higher 
up —and is in view from the railway to London, a 
handsome but externally rather plain pile, and so full 
of remarkable things. As soon as we arrived we were 
shown through most of the house by Colonel H., and 
some of the historical curiosities were brought out. .. . 
There is an unparalleled gallery of original portraits 
of British poets, mostly given by themselves, almost 
all of them. . . . 
The “omnibus” had been ordered, and we drove 
through the park, into the arboretum, and through it 
by winding roads were landed at the conservatory 
and gardens, the dairy, the ornamental grounds, 
filled with statues, ete., inscriptions in verse and prose 
set up by the wits of the times of George II. and III. In 
the house we were shown some of the letters, of which 
there is a vast quantity, now being sorted and arranged 
in volumes and indexed. One volume is of those of 
George III., beginning with those when a small boy, 
and badly spelled, ending with some when an old man 
and insane. Then a walk along the terrace and the 
side commanding the fine views, from some points 
Oxford dimly seen in the distance ; then the lunch, 
