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object, weighing down the points of every leaf, every blade 

 of grass. The heavens were cloudless, all breezes hushed, 

 and the only sound the twitterings of the Red-breasted 

 Warbler. I saw the Blackbird mounted on the slender 

 larch, waiting to salute the morning sun, the Thrush on the 

 grass by the mulberry tree, and the Lark unwilling to bid 

 farewell to summer. The sun rose, the Rook's voice how 

 joined with that of the Magpie. I saw a Stock Pigeon fly 

 over me, and I started and walked swiftly into Liverpool. 

 Here, arriving before six, no one was up, but by repeated 

 knockings I aroused first Mr. Pillet, and then Mr. Melly. , 

 On my return to the country I encountered Mr. Wm. 

 Roscoe, also out for an early walk. For several days past 

 the last Swallows have flown toward the south, frosts have 

 altered the tints of the foliage, and the mornings have been 

 chilly ; and I was rubbing my hands to warm them when I 

 met Mr. Roscoe. " A fine, warm morning this, Mr. Audu- 

 bon." " Yes," I replied, " the kind of morning I like a 

 fire with half a cord of wood." He laughed and said I 

 was too tropical in my tastes, but I was glad to keep warm 

 by my rapid walking. At eleven I was on my way to 

 Manchester, this time in a private carriage with Mrs. Rath- 

 bone and Miss Hannah. We changed horses twelve miles 

 from Green Bank; it was done in a moment, up went a 

 new postilion, and off we went. Our luncheon had been 

 brought with us, and was really well served as we rolled 

 swiftly along. After plenty of substantials, our dessert 

 consisted of grapes, pears, and a melon, this last by no 

 means so frequently seen here as in Louisiana. We 

 reached smoky Manchester and I was left at the door of 

 the Academy of Natural History, where I found the man 

 I had left in charge much intoxicated. Seldom in my life 

 have I felt more vexed. When he is sober I shall give him 

 the opportunity of immediately finding a new situation. 

 /'Quarry Bank, October 7, Saturday. From Green Bank 

 to Quarry Bank from one pleasure to another, is not like 



