_Liverpool_, Sept. 12th, 1854
_Dearest_,
We arrived safe at Rock Ferry at about ten. Emily had gone to bed, but
came down in her night-clothes--the queerest figure I ever saw.
I enclose a letter from thy brother N. It contains one piece of
intelligence very interesting to the parties concerned.
Mr. O'Sullivan is going to London, this afternoon. I wish thou wast at
home, for the house is very cheerless in its solitude. But it will be
only a few days before I see thee again; and in the meantime thou must
go to all accessible places, and enjoy thyself for both of us. The
barometer goes backward to-day, and indicates a proximate change of
weather. What wilt thou do in a rain-storm?
I am weighed down and disheartened by the usual immense pile of
American newspapers. What a miserable country!
Kiss all the old people for me--Julian, as well as the others.
Thine ownest,