S-----
thinks that the old storm-shattered mast, so studded with the growth of
the ocean depths, is a relic of the Spanish Armada which strewed its
wrecks along all the shores of England; but I hardly think it would have
taken three hundred years to produce this crop of barnacles and
sea-anemones. A single summer might probably have done it.
Yesterday we all of us except R----- went to Liverpool to see the
performances of an American circus company. I had previously been, a day
or two before, with J-----, and had been happy to perceive that the fact
of its being an American establishment really induced some slight
swelling of the heart within me. It is ridiculous enough, to be sure,
but I like to find myself not wholly destitute of this noble weakness,
patriotism. As for the circus, I never was fond of that species of
entertainment, nor do I find in this one the flash and glitter and whirl
which I remember in other American exhibitions.
[Here follow the visits to Lincoln and Boston, printed in Our Old Home.
--ED.]
May 27th.--We left Boston by railway at noon, and arrived in PETERBOROUGH
in about an hour and a quarter, and have put up at the Railway Hotel.
After dinner we walked into the town to see
THE CATHEDRAL,
of the towers and arches of which we had already had a glimpse from our
parlor window.
Our journey from Boston hitherward was through a perfectly level
country,--the fens of Lincolnshire,--green, green, and nothing else, with
old villages and farm-houses and old church-towers; very pleasant and
rather wearisomely monotonous.
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