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we saw a good deal of him. We wished him bon 

 voyage, and that was the last time I ever saw that 

 gallant old mariner, now no longer in the land of 

 the living. 



On the 13th we lunched at Delmonico's and took 

 the Elevated Railroad from 6th Avenue to Riverside 

 Park on the Hudson to see President Grant's tomb, 

 the Bookers accompanying us. The gallant general 

 was buried there on August 8, 1885, with full mili- 

 tary honours ; the concourse of people along the line 

 of march was the greatest ever seen in New York. 

 The tomb itself is an unpretentious stone edifice, 

 surrounded by iron railings if I remember aright. 



Nothing particular occurred on the 14th, excepting 

 that we went in the evening to the opera Siegfried, to 

 Mr. Witridge's box. Mrs. Witridge was a daughter 

 of Matthew Arnold, and, like her illustrious father, 

 devoted to dachshunds. She was much interested 

 in the adventures of a " dachs " of my own, who had 

 found his way from Blackheath to Whitehall un- 

 accompanied. His portrait, and an account of his 

 marvellous performance, appeared in the Illustrated 

 London News of November 3, 1883, which I subse- 

 quently sent to her. 



On the 15th, in the evening, Henry Edwardes and 

 I went to Niblo's Theatre to hear some minstrels. 



