MY DEAR FRIEND,

We have been as far south as Richmond in Virginia (where they grow and

manufacture tobacco, and where the labour is all performed by slaves),

but the season in those latitudes is so intensely and prematurely hot,

that it was considered a matter of doubtful expediency to go on to

Charleston. For this unexpected reason, and because the country between

Richmond and Charleston is but a desolate swamp the whole way, and

because slavery is anything but a cheerful thing to live amidst, I have

altered my route by the advice of Mr. Clay (the great political leader

in this country), and have returned here previous to diving into the far

West. We start for that part of the country--which includes mountain

travelling, and lake travelling, and prairie travelling--the day after

to-morrow, at eight o'clock in the morning; and shall be in the West,

and from there going northward again, until the 30th of April or 1st of

May, when we shall halt for a week at Niagara, before going further into

Canada. We have taken our passage home (God bless the word) in the

_George Washington_ packet-ship from New York. She sails on the 7th of

June.

I have departed from my resolution not to accept any more public

entertainments; they have been proposed in every town I have visited--in

favour of the people of St. Louis, my utmost western point. That town is

on the borders of the Indian territory, a trifling distance from this

place--only two thousand miles! At my second halting-place I shall be

able to write to fix the day; I suppose it will be somewhere about the

12th of April. Think of my going so far towards the setting sun to

dinner!

In every town where we stay, though it be only for a day, we hold a

regular levee or drawing-room, where I shake hands on an average with

five or six hundred people, who pass on from me to Kate, and are shaken

again by her. Maclise's picture of our darlings stands upon a table or

sideboard the while; and my travelling secretary, assisted very often by

a committee belonging to the place, presents the people in due form.

Think of two hours of this every day, and the people coming in by

hundreds, all fresh, and piping hot, and full of questions, when we are

literally exhausted and can hardly stand. I really do believe that if I

had not a lady with me, I should have been obliged to leave the country

and go back to England. But for her they never would leave me alone by

day or night, and as it is, a slave comes to me now and then in the

middle of the night with a letter, and waits at the bedroom door for an

answer.

It was so hot at Richmond that we could scarcely breathe, and the peach

and other fruit trees were in full blossom; it was so cold at Washington

next day that we were shivering; but even in the same town you might

often wear nothing but a shirt and trousers in the morning, and two

greatcoats at night, the thermometer very frequently taking a little

trip of thirty degrees between sunrise and sunset.

They do lay it on at the hotels in such style! They charge by the day,

so that whether one dines out or dines at home makes no manner of

difference. T'other day I wrote to order our rooms at Philadelphia to be

ready on a certain day, and was detained a week longer than I expected

in New York. The Philadelphia landlord not only charged me half rent

for the rooms during the whole of that time, but board for myself and

Kate and Anne during the whole time too, though we were actually

boarding at the same expense during the same time in New York! What do

you say to that? If I remonstrated, the whole virtue of the newspapers

would be aroused directly.

We were at the President's drawing-room while we were in Washington. I

had a private audience besides, and was asked to dinner, but couldn't

stay.

Parties--parties--parties--of course, every day and night. But it's not

all parties. I go into the prisons, the police-offices, the

watch-houses, the hospitals, the workhouses. I was out half the night in

New York with two of their most famous constables; started at midnight,

and went into every brothel, thieves' house, murdering hovel, sailors'

dancing-place, and abode of villany, both black and white, in the town.

I went _incog._ behind the scenes to the little theatre where Mitchell

is making a fortune. He has been rearing a little dog for me, and has

called him "Boz."[1] I am going to bring him home. In a word I go

everywhere, and a hard life it is. But I am careful to drink hardly

anything, and not to smoke at all. I have recourse to my medicine-chest

whenever I feel at all bilious, and am, thank God, thoroughly well.

When I next write to you, I shall have begun, I hope, to turn my face

homeward. I have a great store of oddity and whimsicality, and am going

now into the oddest and most characteristic part of this most queer

country.

Always direct to the care of David Colden, Esq., 28, Laight Street,

Hudson Square, New York. I received your Caledonia letter with the

greatest joy.

Kate sends her best remembrances.

And I am always.

P.S.--Richmond was my extreme southern point, and I turn from the South

altogether the day after to-morrow. Will you let the Britannia[2] know

of this change--if needful?

[Sidenote: Dr. F. H. Deane.]

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