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whose name escapes me. We were, of course, surrounded 

 by all that is rich, comfortable, pleasing to the eye. Three 

 men servants in livery trimmed with red on a white ground 

 moved quietly as Killdeers; everything was choice and 

 abundant; the conversation was general and lively; but 

 we sat at the table five hours, two after the ladies left us, 

 and I grew restless ; unless drawing or out of doors I like 

 not these long periods of repose. After joining the ladies 

 in the library, tea and coffee were served, and in another 

 hour we were in a coach en route for Manchester. 



September 25. Who should come to my room this 

 morning about seven whilst I was busily finishing the 

 ground of my Pheasant but a handsome Quaker, about 

 thirty years of age and very neatly dressed, and thus he 

 spoke: "My friends are going out of Manchester before 

 thee opens thy exhibition rooms ; can we see thy collec- 

 tion at nine o'clock ? " I answer, " Yes," and show him my 

 drawing. Now were all the people here Quakers, I might 

 perhaps have some encouragement, but really, my Lucy, 

 my times are dull, heavy, long, painful, and my mind much 

 harassed. Five minutes before nine I was standing wait- 

 ing for the Quaker and his friends in the lobby of the 

 Exchange, (when two persons came in and held the follow- 

 ing" discourse. " Pray, have you seen Mr. Audubon's col- 

 lections of birds? I am told it is well worth a shilling; 

 suppose we go now." " Pah ! it is all a hoax ; save your 

 shilling for better use. I have seen them ; the fellow ought 

 to. be drummed out of town." I dared not raise my head 

 lest I might be known, but depend upon it I wished my- 

 self in America. The Quakers, however, restored my 

 equilibrium, for they all praised my drawings so much that 

 I blushed in spite of my old age. I took my drawing of 

 the Pheasant to Mr. Fanetti's (?) shop and had it put in 

 a good light. I have made arrangements to have my 

 pictures in my new place in King Street, and hope to do 

 better next week. At four I took down two hundred and 



