end who had introduced me to him, and insured
me a welcome. I shall never forget that day.

Ambleside is a very fashionable place for travellers to visit in the
summer months, and we saw there many distinguished and agreeable people.

I had a conversation with an intelligent lad of fourteen years of age,
which impressed me very much. He was talking with me about our country,
and finding faults with it of various kinds. While I could, I defended
it. He thought our revolution was only a rebellion. I told him that all
revolutions were only successful rebellions, and that we bore with the
tyranny of his country as long as we could. "I don't like the
Americans," said he; he blushed as he thought of the discourtesy of
saying this to me, and then added, "they are so inconsistent; they call
themselves republicans, and then hold slaves, and that is so wicked and
absurd." He went on to say all he thought and felt about the wickedness
of slavery. I heard him to the end, and then said, "There is nothing
you have said upon that subject that I do not agree to entirely. You
cannot say too much against slavery; but I call myself an abolitionist,
and while I live, I mean to say and do all I can against it. There are
many people in America, also, who feel as I do, and we hope to see it
abolished."

While we were in Westmoreland, we made an excursion of four days among
the beautiful lakes. Miss Martineau was our guide and companion. She
knows the name of every mountain, every lake, every glen and dale,
every stream and tarn, and her guidance lent a new charm to the scenes
of grandeur and beauty through which she conducted us.

We took a vehicle which the people call a jaunting car; it is a square
open carriage with two side seats and a door behind; and is drawn by
one horse. Two easy steps and a door easily opened let you in and out
when you please. The car holds four persons. The driver has a seat in
front, and under it he tied our carpet bag.

Never did four souls enjoy themselves more than we on this little
excursion. I could not give you an adequate idea of what we saw, or of
the pleasure we took. Think of coming down from one of these beautiful
hills into Eskdale, or Ennesdale, of walking four miles on the banks of
Ullswater, of looking with your living eyes on Derwent Water,
Grassmere, Windermere, and many other lovely spots of which you have
seen pictures and read descriptions; and of being one in the
pleasantest party in the