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esteem, beyond the simple exclamation, 4 Buttermilk Bridge ! 

 Buttermilk Bridge ! ' Aged mothers, too, who had to bless him 

 for what he had done for their sons, met him on this memor- 

 able evening as he was proceeding to the school-room, and 

 could not restrain their feelings in the public streets, but openly 

 embraced and kissed him. No son returning to the home of 

 his childhood could have had a more affectionate reception. 

 Indeed, the proceedings and excitement of that evening formed 

 more than one scene that will not be easily forgotten by those 

 who witnessed them." 



At Manchester he had an interesting meeting with Mr. 

 Howorth and other loved friends, and gave a lecture at 

 St. Catherine's Schools, August 17, on " Old England and 

 Young America, face to face with the Liquor Traffic." From 

 the s.s. "Austria" he wrote (on the 20th) to his sister Susan : 

 " It is really surprising how much I have done this week, with- 

 out the least intermission and very short nights . . . and here I 

 am writing letters, like mad, up to Lough Foyle. I feel quite 

 renovated altogether, and immensely thankful to the dear Lord 

 for all the happiness of intercourse, and letting me speak many 

 words in season. . . . You would have wept to see that gather- 

 ing at Cairo Street. Think how all the stony ices have melted 

 away in the dear Lord's love. The best to you and yours." 



We were none of us to see his face again. 



He wrote to his aunt (who had franked his journey) : "August 

 29. Having finished all the work I planned for the voyage, viz. 

 an analytical index of Harris's ' Arcana,' and a paraphrase of 

 part of John xiv. for Miss Bright, I am free to begin an account 

 of the voyage." He had been unfortunate in his room : "Four 

 nights' pummelling on my poor wearied brain on the top of the 

 screw, downstairs, was more than I felt able to stand another 

 night : and in answer to the captain's kind inquiries, I begged 

 leave to hoist up my bedding at nights, under a boat on deck, 

 or on the saloon floor : this he forbade, but consulted the 

 purser; and to my extreme surprise and joy, he promoted me 

 to berth No. 1, the owner of which had not turned up. ... I 

 could scarcely believe my good fortune, and you may be sure 



