Life of Harriet Beecher Stowe _

ng at Stafford House.-Macaulay and Dean Milman.-Windsor Castle.-Professor Stowe returns to America.-Mrs. Stow

Walworth, Lond

orth, which is one of the postscripts of London, for this place has as many postscripts as a lady's letter. This evening we dined with the Earl of Carlisle.

, the Duchess of Sutherland. He is the only English traveler who

o an ante-room adjoining the entrance hall, and from that into an adjacent apartment, where we met Lord Car

re might have been in this circumstance. In a few moments after we were all seated, a servant announced the Duchess of Sutherland, and Lord Ca

mpression from his writings that he was a venerable sage of very advanced years, who contemplated life as an aged hermit from the door of his c

, which seems to be considered over here as a phenomenon in legislation,

ess of Argyll is of slight and fairy-like figure, with flaxen hair and blue eyes, answering well enough to the description of Annot Lyle in the Legend of Montrose. Lady B

at a much earlier age than is usual; and he has distinguished himself not only in political life, but as a writer, having given to the world a work on Presbyterianism, embracing an analysis of the ecclesiastical history of Scotland since the Reformation, which is spoken of as written with great ability, and in a

w spending a little time in London. We were delighted to meet them once more and to hear from our Liverpool frien

mly interested in all the progressive movements of the day; and I gained much information in her society. There were also pres

of Argyll; the daughters of the Archbishop of Canterbury, who very kindly invited me to vis

over two hundred people, among them Martin Farquhar Tupper, a little man with fresh, rosy complexion and cheery, joyous manners; and Mary Howit

them, I have been in wondering admiration at the boundless loving-kindness of my English and Scottish friends in keeping up such a warm heart for such a Gorgon. I should think that the Sphinx in the London Museum might have

a chip of me left. To-morrow at eleven o'clock comes the meeting at Stafford Ho

y

er, all the details of the meeting at Stafford House. At about eleven o'clock we drov

same warm and simple kindness which she had shown before. We were presented to the Duke of Sutherland. He is a tall,

a keen dark eye and black hair streaked with gray. There is something peculiarly alert and vivacious about all his movements; in short, his appearance perfectly answers to what we know of him from his public life. One has a strange, mythological feeling about the existence of people of whom one hears for many years without ever see

assemble and throng the gallery, and very soon the vast room was crowded. Among the throng I remember many presentations, but of course must have forgotten many more. Archbishop

a very short, kind, and considerate address in behalf of t

from appropriating it to myself individually as a personal honor. I rather regard it as the most public expression possible of the feelings

memorial of a chain that is soon to be broken." On two of the links were inscribed the dates of the abolition of the slave-trade and of slavery in English territory. Years a

sting journal, Mrs. S

know that the persons and things to be introduced

names that you will be glad to go with me over all the scenes of my morning breakfast at Sir Char

t Macaulay before, but being seated between him and Dean Milman, I must confess I was a little embarrassed at times, because I wanted to hear wha

nity of hearing, as they sat at a distance from me. There was Lord Glenelg, brother of Sir Robert Grant, go

ing clouds a

rom h

en other celebrities whom I did not know. I am always finding out, a day or two aft

18th she writes to

plexity which used to beset us in our childhood on Thanksgiving Day. Like Miss Edgeworth's philosophic little Frank, we are obliged to make out a list of what man must

oom, which was a perfect gallery of Vandyke's paintings. After leaving the ball-room we filed off to the proper quarter to show our orders for the private rooms. The state apartments, which we had been looking at,

t was much such a carriage as all mothers are familiar with; such as figures largely in the history of almost every family. It had ne

akespeare celebrates in his "Merry Wives," and had a most overf

uring us that he knew exactly where it was. So, after some difficulty with our coachman, and being stopped at one church which would not answer our purpose in any respect, we were at last set down by one which looked authentic; emb

wept over the scenes of his early days on the wrong doorstep was not more grievously disappointed. However, he and we could both console

rts of London. I would that some of the editors in America, who have thrown out insinuations about his living in luxury, could have seen the utter bareness and plainness of the reception room, which had nothing in it beyond

de! It wants to know if Mrs. Stowe is aware what sort of a place her dress is being made in; and there is a letter from a dressmaker's apprentice stating that it

not going to patronize the white slavery of England, and that I would employ my talents equally against oppression in every form. Could these people only know in what sweet simplicity I had been living in the State of Maine, where the only dressmaker of our circle was an intelligent, refined, well-educated woman who was considered as the equal of us all, and whose spring and fall ministration

we went to hear a sermon in behalf of the ragged schools by the Archbishop of Canterbury. My

ich I send a card. You see in what company they have put your poor little wife. Fun

espised, either on account of the tea or the duchess. A lovelier time we never had,-present, the Duchess of Argyll, Lady Caroline Camp

text, into another room, and came up and put her ar

r in the "Key"; Argyll read it aloud to us. Oh, surely

hized with her, and many in America. She looked really radiant and inspired. Had those who hang back from our cause seen he

and vowed friendship and

y to St. Paul's to see the charity chil

in America do any justice to her appearance. She is of slight figure, formed with exceeding delicacy, and her whole form, face, dress, and air unite to make an impression of a character singularly dignified, gentle, pure, and yet st

you informed of all our goings-on after you l

t any one know that we were coming. She has replied urging us to come to her house, and promising entire seclusion and rest. So, since you departed, we have been passing with

piece of work. He stands with his hands clasped, looking up to Heaven, while a white man is knocking the shackles from his feet. But the prettiest part of the scene was the presentation of a gold pen by a ba

to Paris, to Switzerland; there we shall find the lov

ets, boulevards, and seeing and hearing life in Paris. When one has a pleasant home and friends to return to, this gay

trees, chatting, reading aloud, working muslin,-children driving hoop, playing ball, all alive and chattering French. Such fresh, pretty gir

arpentier said I appeared always with the air of an observer,-was always looking around on everything. Hence M. Belloc would take me 'en observatrice, mais pas en curieuse,'-with the air of observation, but not of curiosity. By and by M. Charpentier came in. He began panegyrizing 'Uncle Tom,' and this led to a discussion of the ground of its

ou, too?'

out this book! There is nothing like it. This

e genuine faith than in any book; and we branched off into

wells of our kind friends, by eleven o'clock we were rushing, in the pleasantest of ca

ers, shaped for all the world like our last night's rolls. One would think Ichabod Crane might sit astride one of them and d

ed people were sorting their goods without checks. Porters were shouldering immense loads, four or five heavy trunks at once, corded together, and stalking off Atlantean. Hat-boxes, band

shment at finding it a full-blooded, vigorous monster, of unscrupulous railway momentum and imperturbable equipoise of mind. Down the macadamized slopes we thundered at a prodigious pace; up the hills we trotted, with six horses, three abreast; madly through the little towns we burst, like a whirlwind, crashi

ud.' It was night as we drove into Geneva and stopped at the Messagerie. I heard with joy a voice demanding if this were Madame Besshare. I replied, not without some scruples of conscie

pending some weeks among them. While there Charles Bee

Geneva, by the same demonstrations of regard. To this we were driven, as a matter of life and death. It was touching to listen to the talk of these secluded mountaineers. The good hostess, even the servant maids, hung about Harri

the Castle of Chillon, of which, in des

ur conductress seemed to have a sudden light upon her mind. She asked a question or two of some of our party, and fell upon me vehemently to put my name also there. Charley scratched it on the soft freest

s and to Geneva. Ah, how regretfully! From the market-place we carried away a basket of cherries and fruit as a conso

erne to Freyburg. Stopped at the Z?

e. Engaged a voiture and drove to Thun. Dined and drove by the shor

over against us,-her glaciers purer, tenderer, more dazzlingly beau

this journey, Charl

lept. Thence we rode down the mountain till we reached Rosenlaui, where, I am free to say, a dinner was to me a more interestin

yramid of débris, which the edge of the glacier is plowing and grinding up, sits down, and falls-not asleep exactly, but into a trance. W. and I are ready to go on: we shout; our voice is lost in the roar of the torrent. We send the guide. He goes down, and stands doubtfully. He does not know exactly what to do. She hears him, and starts to her feet, pointing with one hand to yonder peak, and with the other to that knife-like edge

lland, the party returned to Paris toward the en

t these Parisian houses seem to have seized and imprisoned coolness. French household wa

s many of her letters. Her translation of 'Uncle Tom' has to me all the merit and all the interest of an original composit

rica, to which passage had been engaged on the

a passage. We were all in a bustle. The last shoppings for aunts, cousins, and little folks were to be done by us all. The Palais Royal was to be rummag

. We are spending a few very pleasant days

uins of St. Mary's Abbey, and the magnificent cathedral. It rained with inflexible pertinacity during all

een so reserved at the York station in concealing our names, we should have recei

mbassador, who had visited them just before his return. After a very pleasant day, we left with regret th

e in the parlor of Mr. E. Baines at Leeds. The next day the hou

and soon found ourselves once more in the beautiful "Din

read a beautiful address, and touched upon the importance of inspiring with the principles of emancipation the Irish nation, whose influence in our land is becoming so great. Had time and strength permitted, it

ve its home, I left the shores of kind,