The following letter found its way into the papers of the time.
HEIDELBERG, September 11, 1857.
MY DEAR ----,--Weeks have now passed since I have seen a letter
or newspaper from home. During this time I have been travelling
away from news, and am now famished. On arrival at Antwerp, I
trust to find letters at last.
I have been ransacking Switzerland; I have visited most of its
lakes, and crossed several of its mountains, mule-back. My
strength has not allowed me to venture upon any of those foot
expeditions, the charm of Swiss travel, by which you reach places
out of the way; but I have seen much, and have gained health
constantly.
I have crossed the Alps by the St. Gothard, and then recrossed by
the Grand St. Bernard, passing a night with the monks and dogs.
I have spent a day at the foot of Mont Blanc, and another on the
wonderful Lake Leman. I have been in the Pyrenees, in the Alps,
in the Channel Isles. You will next hear of me in the Highlands
of Scotland.
I see our politics now in distant perspective, and I am more
than ever satisfied that our course is right. It is Slavery
which degrades our country, and prevents its example from being
all-conquering. In fighting our battle at home we fight the
battle of Freedom everywhere. Be assured, I shall return, not
only with renewed strength, but with renewed determination to
give myself to our great cause.
Ever sincerely yours,