r said it," exclaimed my second illustrious visitor.
"But he did, Mr. Smith, to me, in this room, not half an hour ago."
"He never _made_ it; it isn't his, it isn't a bit like him." To all
which I could only repeat that, nevertheless, he _had_ said it, and
that, whether he made it or not, it was extremely well made.
Presently Sydney Smith went away. I was living in upper Grosvenor
Street, close to Park Lane; and he in Green Street, in the near
neighborhood. But I believe he must have run from my house to his
own, so short was the interval of time, before I received the
following note: "Dans toute l'Angleterre il n'y a qu'une voix contre
moi, et c'est la mienne." Then followed the signature of a French
lady of the eighteenth century, and these words: "What a dear,
innocent, confiding, credulous creature you are! and how you _do_
love Rogers!

"SYDNEY SMITH."

When I was leaving England, I received two most kind and
affectionate letters from him, bidding me farewell, and exhorting
me, in a most comical and yet pathetic manner, to be courageous and
of good cheer in returning to America. One of these epistles ended
thus: "Don't forget me, whatever you do; talk of me sometimes, call
me Butler's Hudibras, and believe me always.

"Affectionately yours,
"SYDNEY SMITH."]

LIVERPOOL, Monday, September 11th, 1837.

Here we are again, dearest Harriet, returned from our ship, after a
wretched day and night spent on board of her most unnecessarily. When we
reached the quay yesterday morning, we saw the vessel lying under
close-reefed sails; the favorable wind had died away, and the captain,
whom we found standing on the wharf, said that, it being Sunday morning,
he did not know how he should get a steamboat to tow us out. All this
seemed to me very much like not sailing, and I begged not to go on
board; at all events, I proposed, if we did not sail, that we should
return to shore, and received a promise that we certainly should do so;
so we went off in a small boat to the ship. She is crowded to excess,
and the greater proportion of passengers are emigrant women and
children.... I busied myself in stowing away everything in our
state-room, and removing the upper berth so as to secure