Our English friends were amazed that none of us drank wine.

Mr.Gurney said he had never before seen such a sight as forty ladies and gentlemen sitting down to dinner and none of them tasting wine.

In talking with him on that point, he said: "I suppose your nursing mothers drink beer ?" I laughed, and said, "Oh, no! We should be afraid of befogging the brains of our children." "No danger of that," said he; "we are all bright enough, and yet a cask of beer is rolled into the cellar for the mother with each newborn child." Colonel Miller from Vermont, one of our American delegation, was in the Greek war with Lord Byron.

As Lady Byron had expressed a wish to see him, that her daughter might know something of her father's last days, an interview was arranged, and the colonel kindly invited me to accompany him.

His account of their acquaintance and the many noble traits of character Lord Byron manifested, his generous impulses and acts of self-sacrifice, seemed particularly gratifying to the daughter.
It was a sad interview, arranged chiefly for the daughter's satisfaction, though Lady Byron listened with a painful interest.