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the parlour of an inn, and will probably sleep on a 
He did sleep there, on a bed, that night. 
The next entry in his journal is dated 
Manchester, Wednesday, 13th October, evening,” 
and he continues :— 
On entering the great city, I applied at several 
places for lodging, but was repulsed. In the house 
m which I now am, I was at first told that the 
beds were engaged; but there was a hesitation in 
the affirmation of the landlady which led me to think 
that she told a lie, and I was right. So a conversa¬ 
tion ensued which ended in my admittance.” 
He further writes :— 
“I passed oyer such a desert of cultivated 
fields, hedges, and villages, and everything was so 
uninteresting that the remembrance of the scenery 
of Scotia came to my mind, associated with a 
thousand of agreeable images whose contrast 
excited melancholy and extreme impatience, and I 
had almost determined to take a seat in a stage¬ 
coach and finish my journey in a hurry. ‘Farewell 
Flora and xarewell launa, 5 said I, as I descended 
the mountains of Westmoreland. I had not there¬ 
after the company of these my favourites. I was 
out of trim too. My trousers are ragged and as 
nicely plastered with mire as the clay cottages of 
Cumberland ; my shoes are nearly worn done, and 
my stockings are fairly finished. The roads were 
bad and muddy, and the weather was warm even 
to the extreme. But when I reached Chorley, and 
got seated by a blazing fire, and had smoked a pipe 
and supped, my spirits returned, and I thought I 
