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memorial of those that are gone: the well-known voice is missed at 
the accustomed hour, and the solitary walk becomes a series of re- 
collections, which bring at least the pain of feeling that it is solitary. 
Shakspeare, 
* ‘Who walked in every path of human life, 
Felt every passion,” 
often expresses this feeling, but never, in my mind, more truly or 
beautifully than when he makes Constance exclaim — 
“ Grief fills the room up of my absent child, 
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; 
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words; 
Remembers me of all his gracious parts ; 
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : — 
Then have I reason to be fond of Grief.” 
In the course of the day, however, the kindly acts and expressions 
of my new neighbours, and the friendly attentions of Commodore 
and Mrs. Stewart of the American line-of-battle- ship Franklin, of 
Baron Macau of His Catholic Majesty’s ship Clorinde, and others, both 
English and foreigners, persuade me that there are yet many kindly 
hearts around me, and check the regrets I might otherwise indulge 
in. Yet I cannot forget that Iam a widow, unprotected, and in a 
foreign land; separated from all my natural friends by distant and 
dangerous ways, whether I return by sea or land! 
22d. —We have news from Peru, for the first time since my arrival, 
I think. A body of General San Martin’s army has been sur- 
prised, and destroyed by the royalists. The Chileno squadron, under 
Lord Cochrane, has returned to Callao, from its dangerous and diffi- 
cult voyage to Acapulco, after chasing the two last remaining Spanish 
ships into patriot ports, where they have been forced to surrender ; 
and it is said that San Martin has offered most flattering terms of 
reconciliation to Lord Cochrane. If I understand matters aright, 
it may be possible for His Lordship to listen to them, for the sake 
of the cause ; but, personally, he will surely never repose the slight- 
est confidence in him. 
