ard Forster thought of his brother, the lawyer, whom he
knew still to be flourishing, although he had never corresponded with
him, and resolved that as soon as he was able to undertake the journey,
he would go to town, and secure his interest for the little Amber, in
case of any accident happening to himself.

The spring and summer passed away before he found himself strong enough
to undertake the journey. It was late in the autumn that Edward Forster
and Amber took their places in a heavy coach for the metropolis, and
arrived without accident on the day or two subsequent to that on which
Nicholas and Newton had entered it on foot.

Newton Forster--Captain Marryat

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER TEN.

Through coaches, drays, choked turnpikes, and a whirl
Of wheels, and roar of voices, and confusion,
Here taverns wooing to a pint of "purl,"
There mails fast flying off; like a delusion.

Through this, and much and more, is the approach
Of travellers to mighty Babylon;
Whether they come by horse, or chair, or coach,
With slight exceptions, all the ways seem one.
BYRON.

When Newton Forster and his father arrived at London, they put up at an
obscure inn in the Borough. The next day Newton set off to discover the
residence of his uncle. The people of the inn had recommended him to
apply to some stationer or bookseller, who would allow him to look over
a red-book; and in compliance with these instructions, Newton stopped at
a shop in Fleet-street, on the doors of which was written in large gilt
letters--"Law Bookseller." The young men in the shop were very civil
and obliging, and, without referring to the Guide, immediately told him
the residence of a man so well known as his uncle; and Newton hastened
in the direction pointed out.

It was one of those melancholy days in which London wears the appearance
of a huge scavenger's cart. A lurid fog and mizzling rain, which had
been incessant for the previous twenty-four hours; sloppy pavements, and
kennels down which the muddy torrents hastened to precipitate themselves
in the sewers below; armies of umbrellas, as far as the eye could reach,
now rising, now lowering, to avoid collision; hackney-coaches in active
sloth, their miserable cattle plodding along with their backs arched and
heads and tails drooping like barn-door fowls crouching under the
cataract of a gutter; clacking of pattens and pestering of sweepers; not
a smile upon the countenance of one