re.
Today I learned that I should have a chance to see and hear John
Bright at a convention of the Liberal Party at Leeds, October 17;
all these together have made me put off leaving a little longer.
Since yesterday we have been in the midst of a genuine London fog.
It is now 10 A. M. and even darker than it was two hours ago, when
we dressed and breakfasted by gaslight. I saw smoky, foggy days
here last March but they could not compare with this, and yet the
people say, "O, this is nothing to what November will bring."...

LONDON, October 27.

MY DEAR SISTER: Since I last wrote you I have visited Leeds where I
was the guest of Mrs. Hannah Ford, who has an elegant home--Adel
Grange. There were several other guests who had come to attend the
great Liberal demonstration, among them Mrs. Margaret Priestman
Tanner, a sister-in-law of John Bright, and his son Albert. Mrs.
Alice Scatcherd, of Leeds, was the person who had the sagacity to
get women sent as delegates and secure them admission on terms of
perfect equality. The amendment was a great triumph. She invited
the friends to meet next day at her house, where I saw John
Bright's daughter, Mrs. Helen Clark, and Richard Cobden's, Miss
Jane Cobden. Both made speeches at the convention, and most fitting
it was they should--the daughters of the two leading Radicals of a
half century ago.

On Saturday, Mrs. Ford took me to Haworth, the home of the Bronte
sisters. It is a bleak enough place now, and must have been even
more so forty or fifty years ago when those sensitive plants lived
there. A most sad day it was to me, as I looked into the little
parlor where the sisters walked up and down with their arms around
each other and planned their novels, or sat before the fireplace
and built air-castles. Then there were the mouldering tombstones of
the graveyard which lies in front and at one side of the house, and
the old church-pew, directly over the vault where lay their loved
mother and two sisters. And later, when Emily and Anne and the
erring brother Branwell had joined the others, poor Charlotte sat
there alone. The pew had to be removed every time the vault was
opened to receive another occupant. Think of those delicate women
sitting in that fireless