484 LETTERS FROM ENGLAND. 



most authfintio likeness. It has,. to my eye, a wooden and unmean- 

 ing expression, with no merit as a wort of art — and if there is any 

 truth in physiognomy could not have been a likeness — ^for the upper 

 lip is that of' a man wholly occupied with self-conceit. I prefer 

 greatly, the portrait in Warwick Castle — which shows a face paler 

 and strbngly marked with traces of thought,, and an eye radiant 

 with the fire of genius — ^but ready with a warm, lightning glance, 

 to read the souls of others. 



I write you from London, where I have promised to make a 

 visit to Sir William Hooker, who is the director of the Royal Bo- 

 tanic Garden at Kew, and have accepted an invitation from the 

 Duke of Northumberland to see the fine trees at Sion House. 



