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Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe

Chapter 10: from over the sea, 1853. The Earl of Carlisle. Arthur helps. the Duke and Duchess of Argyll. Martin Farquhar Tupper. a memorable meeting at Stafford house. MacAULAYulay and Dean Milman. Windsor Castle. Professor Stowe returns to America. Mrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions of Paris. En route to Switzerland and Germany. back to England. Homeward bound. Rose Cottage, Walworth, London, May 2, 1856. My Dear,--This morning Mrs. Follen called and we haMrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions of Paris. En route to Switzerland and Germany. back to England. Homeward bound. Rose Cottage, Walworth, London, May 2, 1856. My Dear,--This morning Mrs. Follen called and we had quite a chat. We are separated by the whole city. She lives at the West End, while I am down here in Walworth, 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. There was no company but ourselves, for he, with great consideration, said in his note that he thought a little quiet would be the best thing he could offer. Lord Carlisle is a great friend to America, and so is his sister, the D

d Carlisle is a great friend to America, and so is his sister, the Duchess of Sutherland. He is the only English traveler who ever wrote notes on our country in a reIn a few moments after we were all seated, a servant announced the Duchess of Sutherland, and Lord Carlisle presented me. She is tall and stately, with a most noble band Lord and Lady Blantyre. These ladies are the daughters of the Duchess of Sutherland. The Duchess of Argyll is of slight and fairy-like figure, with flaxen hair simple kindness which she had shown before. We were presented to the Duke of Sutherland. He is a tall, slender man, with rather a thin face, light-brown hair, and arty considered in its religious bearings. On this occasion the Duchess of Sutherland presented Mrs. Stowe with a superb gold bracelet, made in the form of a slaveh had been procured for us on that occasion by the kindness of the Duchess of Sutherland. One of the first objects that attracted my attention upon entering the ve

ents and efficiency have made him a member of the British Cabinet 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 most liberal spirit. He made many inquiries about our distinguished men, particularly of Emerson, Longfellow, and Hawthorne; also of Prescott, who appears to be a general favorite here. I felt at the moment that we never value our own literary men so much as when we are placed in a circle of intelligent foreigners. The following evening we went to dine with our old friends of the Dingle, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cropper, who are now spending a little time in London. We were delighted to meet them once more and to hear from our Liverpool friends. Mrs. Cropper's father, Lord Denman, has returned to England, thou

received a note from her. However, as we were safely arrived, it was of no consequence. Our friends spoke much of Sumner and Prescott, who had visited there; also of Mr. Lawrence, our former ambassador, who had visited them just before his return. After a very pleasant day, we left with regret the warmth of this hospitable circle, thus breaking one more of the links that bind us to the English shore. Nine o'clock in the evening found us sitting by a cheerful fire in the parlor of Mr. E. Baines at Leeds. The next day the house was filled with company, and the Leeds offering was presented. Tuesday we parted from our excellent friends in Leeds, and soon found ourselves once more in the beautiful Dingle, our first and last resting-place on English shores. A deputation from Belfast, Ireland, here met me, presenting a beautiful bog-oak casket, lined with gold, and carved with appropriate national symbols, containing an offering for the cause of the oppressed. They read a be

d much information in her society. There were also present Sir Charles and Lady Trevelyan; the former holds an appointment at the treasury, and Lady Trevelyan is a sister of Macaulay. In the evening quite a circle came in, among others Lady Emma Campbell, sister of the Duke of Argyll; the daughters of the Archbishop of Canterbury, who very kindly invited me to visit them at Lambeth; and Mr. Arthur Helps, besides many others whose names I need not mention. May 7 This evening our house ght-brown hair, and a mild blue eye, with an air of gentleness and dignity. Among the first that entered were the members of the family, the Duke and Duchess of Argyll, Lord and Lady Blantyre, the Marquis and Marchioness of Stafford, and Lady Emma Campbell. Then followed Lord Shaftesbury with his beautiful lady, and her father and mother, Lord and Lady Palmerston. Lord Palmerston is of middle height, with a keen dark eye and black hair streaked with gray. There is something peculiarly alert

vacity. His talents and efficiency have made him a member of the British Cabinet 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 most liberal spirit. He made many inquiries about our distinguished men, particularly of Emerson, Longfellow, and Hawthorne; also of Prescott, who appears to be a general favorite here. I felt at the moment that we never value our own literary men so much as when we are placed in a circle of intelligent foreigners. The following evening we went to dine with our old friends of the Dingle, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cropper, who are now spending a little time in London. We were delighted to meet them once more and to hear from our Liverpool friends. Mrs. Cropper's father, Lord Denman, has returned t

Chapter 10: from over the sea, 1853. The Earl of Carlisle. Arthur helps. the Duke and Duchess of Argyll. Martin Farquhar Tupper. a memorable meeting at Stafford house. MacAULAYulay and Dean Milman. Windsor Castle. Professor Stowe returns to America. Mrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions of Paris. En route n here in Walworth, 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. There was no company but ourselves, for he, with great consideration, said in his note that he thought a little quiet would be the best thing he could offer. t rained with inflexible pertinacity during all the time we were there, and the next day it rained still, when we took the cars for Castle Howard station. Lady Carlisle welcomed us most affectionately, and we learned that, had we not been so reserved at the York station in concealing our names, we should have received a note f

Chapter 10: from over the sea, 1853. The Earl of Carlisle. Arthur helps. the Duke and Duchess of Argyll. Martin Farquhar Tupper. a memorable meeting at Stafford house. MacAULAYulay and Dean Milman. Windsor Castle. Professor Stowe returns to America. Mrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions of Paris. En route to Switzerland and Germany. back to England. Homeward bound. Rose Cottage, Walworth, London, May 2, 1856. My Dear,--This morning Mrs. Follen called and we had quite a chat. We are separated by the whole city. She lives at the West End, while I am down here in Walworth, 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. There was no company but ourselves, for he, with great consideration, said in his note that he thought a little quiet would be the best thing he could offer. Lord Carlisle is a great friend to America, and so is his sister, the D

The first question which he proposed, with a genuine French air, was the question of pose or position. It was concluded that, as other pictures had taken me looking at the spectator, this should take me looking away. M. Belloc remarked that M. Charpentier 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 M. Charpentier came in. He began panegyrizing Uncle Tom, and this led to a discussion of the ground of its unprecedented success. In his thirty-five years experience as a bookseller, he had known nothing like it. It surpassed all modern writings! At first he would not read it; his taste was for old masters of a century or two ago. Like M. Belloc in painting, said I. At length he found his friend M., the first intelligence of the age, reading it. What, you, too? said he. Ah, ah! replied the frien

t Harriet, expressing such tender interest for the slave. All had read Uncle Tom; and it had apparently been an era in their life's monotony, for they said, Oh, madam, do write another! Remember, our winter nights here are very long! Upon their return to Geneva they visited the Castle of Chillon, of which, in describing the dungeons, Mrs. Stowe writes:-- One of the pillars in this vault is covered with names. I think it is Bonnevard's Pillar. There are the names of Byron, Hunt, Schiller, and ever so many more celebrities. As we were going from the cell our 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 freestone, and there it is for future ages. The lady could scarce repress her enthusiasm; she shook my hand over and over again, and said she had read Uncle Tom. It is beautiful, she said, but it is cruel. Monday, July