Your kind, interesting, and most welcome epistle showed me, however, that I had been both mistaken and uncharitable in these suppositions.

I was greatly amused at the tone of nonchalance which you assumed, while treating of London and its wonders.

Did you not feel awed while gazing at St.Paul's and Westminster Abbey?
Had you no feeling of intense and ardent interest, when in St.James's you saw the palace where so many of England's kings have held their courts, and beheld the representations of their persons on the walls?
You should not be too much afraid of appearing _country-bred_; the magnificence of London has drawn exclamations of astonishment from travelled men, experienced in the world, its wonders and beauties.

Have you yet seen anything of the great personages whom the sitting of Parliament now detains in London--the Duke of Wellington, Sir Robert Peel, Earl Grey, Mr.Stanley, Mr.O'Connell?
If I were you, I would not be too anxious to spend my time in reading whilst in town.

Make use of your own eyes for the purposes of observation now, and, for a time at least, lay aside the spectacles with which authors would furnish us." In a postscript she adds:-- "Will you be kind enough to inform me of the number of performers in the King's military band ?" And in something of the same strain she writes on "June 19th.
"My own Dear E., "I may rightfully and truly call you so now.