urnished in great profusion. . . . . A Latin grace and thanks were sung, with great beauty and sweetness, by the College choir, which has the reputation of being the best in the three kingdoms.
August 16.—I dined with the Lord Lieutenant, driving again through that magnificent park, two or three miles, to reach the Lodge.
It was a small party, consisting only of two ladies, who seemed to be connections of Lord Mulgrave; the usual proportion of aidesde-camp and secretaries; Mr. Harcourt of York; Mr. Stanley of the Derby family; Mr. Vignolles, one of the chaplains; Wilkie, the painter; and myself. . . . . When Lord Mulgrave came in he spoke to every one, not ceremoniously, as he did the other day, but very familiarly.
He sat down first, asked us to be seated, and talked very agreeably; was evidently pleased to find that his books had been printed and read in America, and said that he still had a particular liking for his old title of Lord Normanby, under which he wrote them. . . . .
o weeks of travel.
meeting of the British Association in Dublin.
When Mr. Ticknor entered on his second period of Europport on it to his government; etc., etc. The Archbishop of Dublin was the most curious person to me, of course.
He is tall,er to the Wye, through Wales to Holyhead, and so across to Dublin, where the party arrived on the 9th of August, in time forement of Science.
August 10.—There is a great bustle in Dublin to-day with the opening of the fifth meeting of the Britisture of rank and fashion with the savants now collected in Dublin.
The Provost of Trinity, as President of the Association,stories,. . . . and talking about the present condition of Dublin and its progressive improvement with apparently much knowltellectually accomplished gentleman.
August 17.—We left Dublin this morning for an excursion into the county of Wicklow,. Tobin, Dr. Lardner,
One evening, during the meeting in Dublin, Mr. Ticknor heard Dr. Lardner make the well-known discour
, where I met Mr. McNeill and his wife, the sister of John Wilson, who have been in Persia, connected with the British mission there, twelve years, and were both of them, especially the husband, full of vigorous talent and a various information very curious so far west.
July 22.—We had an extremely agreeable breakfast this morning.
Mr. Sydney Smith, whom I had asked a few days ago, and who did not come, now volunteered, and I added my friend Kenyon, and Henry Taylor.
Author of Philip Van Artevelde. Mr. Smith was in great spirits, and amused us excessively by his peculiar humor.
I do not know, indeed, that anything can exceed it, so original, so unprepared, so fresh.
Taylor said little, but Kenyon produced quite an impression on Mr. Smith, who was surprised as well as pleased, for they knew each other very little before.
It was a rare enjoyment.
When it was over we went regularly to see some of the London sights, which all strangers must see. . . . We arrived at home just