The guide was very intelligent, and pointed out the lakes, Windermere, Coniston; and the mountains, Helvellyn, Skiddaw, and Saddleback; but at one time he spoke a name that I couldn't understand, and forgetting that I was in England and not in America, I asked him to _spell_ it.

He replied, 'Theys call it so always.' He did not fail, however, to ask questions like a Yankee, if he couldn't spell like one.
'Which way be ye coming ?'--'From America.'-- 'Ye'll be going to Scotland like ?'--'Yes.'-- 'Ye'll be spending much money before ye are home again.' "When we were quite on top of the mountain I asked what the white glimmering was in the distance, and he said it was, what I supposed, an arm of the sea.
"The shadows of the flying clouds were very pretty falling on the hills around us, and the villages in the valleys beneath looked like white dots on the green.
"Sunday, Sept.

20, 1857.

We have been to see Miss Southey to-day.

I sent the letter which Mrs.Airy gave me yesterday, and with it a note saying that I would call to-day if convenient.
"Miss Southey replied at once, saying that she should be happy to see me.