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flock of rooks,—very like crows, but larger; an 
English stagecoach, —more of that anon; a coach and 
four with postilions,— fine. But I must stop 
P. S. — Liverpool again, Tuesday evening. — I have 
accomplished a good day’s work to-day. Rose early, 
made the circuit of the city of Chester on the walls 
before breakfast, explored all about the town ; visited 
the cathedral, walked to Eaton Hall, four miles and 
back again; and then, finding there was no coach in 
the morning until nine o’clock, took an evening coach, 
and returned here ten P. M., much gratified, but a 
little fatigued; so good-night. A. G 
Giascow (WoopsinE Crescent), December 12, 1838. 
I do not just now feel like a traveler. I have been 
for almost a week, if not at home, yet the next thing 
to it, in the truly hospitable mansion of our good 
friends here, where I was received with that cor- 
dial kindness which you, having experienced before 
me, can well understand. Indeed I owe it chiefly to 
you, who I assure you are not forgotten here. Ecce 
signum. Both Sir William and Lady Hooker call me, 
oftener than anything else, by the name of Dr. 
Torrey. I answer to the name promptly, and am 
much flattered to be your representative. 
I have just stuck fast here, busy among the plants 
from morning till night. I have been out of the house 
but twice (except to church on Sunday) : once a walk 
into town with Mr. Hooker, Senior (kind and amiable 
old man, who insists upon taking me about, and show- 
ing me whatever he showed you), and once with Sir 
William to the Botanic Garden. I am anxious to im- 
prove every moment here, where there is so much to 
