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Saturday evening. — This has been a busy and some- 
what interesting day with me. I rose early, went 
down to Bentham’s to breakfast, stayed until eleven 
o'clock, and then went up to Brown’s house to spend 
the morning, according to previous appointment. 
We talked profound botanical matters, and Brown 
not only amused and interested me, but gave me 
much valuable information. He talks of visiting 
America, possibly next summer, and I have promised 
to plan him a route. I left him about four o'clock, 
returned to my lodgings, dressed hastily, took a Ken- 
sington omnibus, and reached old Mr. Menzies’ little 
place at five. Mr. Ward, who was to meet us, was 
not there. We left at half past ten, and walked all 
the way back, about four miles. So here I am safe 
again. I read over the doctor’s short letter again. 
I am trying to imagine how Herbert looks now. He 
has probably centered very much since I parted from 
him. I have a very especial love for that little fel- 
low.! I must find time to write to the girls, yet fear 
I shall scarcely be able until I have left London. Tell 
them I think of them daily even if I cannot write 
them. As to M’s French letter, it is not due until I 
get to France; but that will, I trust, be soon. Adieu. 
Good-night. 
Sunday, February 24. I was fortunate this morn- 
ing in being able to hear a man I had heard spoken 
of, and of whom I had formed a high opinion: the 
Rev. Thomas Dale, Vicar of St. Bride’s, who also 
preaches in the evening at St. Sepulcre’s. He 
preached from the first part of Luke vii. 47: “ Her 
sins, which are many, are forgiven ; for she loved 
1 Herbert Gray Torrey, born just before Dr. Gray sailed, was his 
odson, 
