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never seen my work, and his bright eyes gazed eagerly on 

 what he saw with admiration. 



March 2. Mr. Kidd breakfasted with me, and we 

 painted the whole day. 



March 3. I painted as constantly to-day, as it snowed 

 and blew hard outside my walls. I thought frequently 

 that the devils must be at the handles of JEo\\is' bellows, 

 and turned the cold blasts into the Scotch mists to freeze 

 them into snow. It is full twenty years since I saw the 

 like before. I dined at Mr. Ritchie's, reaching his house 

 safely through more than two feet of snow. 



March 4- The weather tolerably fair, but the snow lay 

 deep. The mails from all quarters were stopped, and the 

 few people that moved along the streets gave a fuller idea 

 of winter in a northern clime than anything I have seen 

 for many years. Mr. Hays called for me, and we went to 

 breakfast with the Rev. Mr. Newbold, immediately across 

 the street. I was trundled into a sedan chair to church. 

 I had never been in a sedan chair before, and I like to 

 try, as well as see, all things on the face of this strange 

 world of ours ; but so long as I have two legs and feet 

 below them, never will I again enter one of these machines, 

 with their quick, short, up-and-down, swinging motion, re- 

 sembling the sensations felt during the great earthquake in 

 Kentucky. But Sydney Smith preached. Oh ! what a 

 soul there must be in the body of that great man. What 

 sweet yet energetic thoughts, what goodness he must pos- 

 sess. It was a sermon to me. He made me smile, and he 

 made me think deeply. He pleased me at times by painting 

 my foibles with due care, and again I felt the color come 

 to my cheeks as he portrayed my sins. I left the church 

 full of veneration not only towards God, but towards the * 

 wonderful man who so beautifully illustrates his noblest 

 handiwork. After lunch Mr. Hays and I took a walk 

 towards Portobello, tumbling and pitching in the deep 

 snow. I saw Sky-Larks, poor things, caught in snares as 



