es, and his wife.
Each had children by a former marriage, who had arrived at or near
manhood or womanhood, and all were pleasant traveling companions.
Mr. Platt and his wife, of New York, a young married couple, were
of the party. We were fortunate in the weather and the sea. I
had often encountered the waves of Lake Erie, but the ocean was to
me the great unknown, and I imagined that from its magnitude, its
waves would be in proportion to its size, but, instead, the waves
of the Atlantic were a gentle cradle compared with the short and
chopping movement of the lake. Since then I have crossed the ocean
many times, but never was sea sick. We thought the voyage of eleven
days a brief one, but now it is reduced to six or seven days, on
vessels much greater and stronger. We landed safely at Southampton
late in the evening. Many of the passengers left immediately for
London, but our party, with others, went to the hotel. We seemed
to overcrowd the capacity of the place. One of our passengers, a
young gentleman from Baltimore, said to me he would drive out those
Englishmen, who were quietly enjoying themselves in the waiting
room. He had been a quiet gentlemanly passenger, but he changed
his tone and manner, was boisterous in his talk and rather rude.
One by one the Englishmen departed, slamming the door after them,
casting a sour look at their persecutor, but he was not disturbed
until "the coast was clear," and then quieting down in his usual
manner he said he knew these Englishmen, and thought he would give
them a chance to abuse the d----d Americans. After long waiting
we had a good supper.

On the next day, or the day following, we visited the Isle of Wight,
and what is misnamed the "New Forest"--which is very old instead
of new, and is an open park instead of a forest--in the neighborhood.
Like most travelers we soon went to London. This great city
impressed me more by the association of great men and women who
had lived and died in it than by the grandeur of its buildings and
public works. Every street and many houses in it recalled the
names of persons whose writings I had read, and of others whose
deeds made them immortal. As Parliament was not in session we
shortened our visit in London until our return. My trip to Scotland
was especially interesting. Mrs. Sherman, a daughter of Judge
Stewart, was in her face and affinities a thorough Scotch woman,
though her ancestors for several generations were b