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
Duchess of
Sutherland.
He is the only English traveler who ever wrote notes on our country in a real spirit of appreciation.
We went about seven o'clock, the dinner hour being here somewhere between eight and nine.
We were shown into an ante-room adjoining the entrance hall, and from that into an adjacent apartment, where we met Lord Carlisle.
The room had a pleasant, social
