with the sentiment.”  At Durham they dined with a dignitary of the Church, and Yule was roasted by being placed with his back to an enormous fire.  “Coals are cheap at Durham,” he notes feelingly, adding, “The party we found as heavy as any Edinburgh one.  Smith, indeed, evidently has had little experience of really stupid Edinburgh parties, for he had never met with anything approaching to this before.” (Happy Smith!) But thanks to the kindness and hospitality of the astronomer, Mr. Chevalier, and his gifted daughter, they had a delightful visit to beautiful Durham, and came away full of admiration for the (then newly established) University, and its grand locale.  They went on to stay with an uncle by marriage of Yule’s, in Yorkshire.  At dinner he was asked by his host to explain Foucault’s pendulum experiment.  “I endeavoured to explain it somewhat, I hope, to the satisfaction of his doubts, but not at all to that of Mr. G. M., who most resolutely declined to take in any elucidation, coming at last to the conclusion that he entirely differed with me as to what North meant, and that it was useless to argue until we could agree about that!” They went next to Leeds, to visit Kirkstall Abbey, “a mediaeval fossil, curiously embedded among the squalid brickwork and chimney stalks of a manufacturing suburb.  Having established ourselves at the hotel, we went to deliver a letter to Mr. Hope, the official assignee, a very handsome, aristocratic-looking gentleman, who seemed as much out of place at Leeds as the Abbey.”  At Leeds they visited the flax mills of Messrs. Marshall, “a firm noted for the conscientious care they take of their workpeople....  We mounted on the roof of the building, which is covered with grass, and formerly was actually grazed by a few sheep, until the repeated inconvenience of their tumbling through the glass domes put a stop to this.”  They next visited some tile and brickworks on land belonging to a friend.  “The owner of the tile works, a well-to-do burgher, and the apparent model of a West Riding Radical, received us in rather a dubious way:  ’There are a many people has come and brought introductions, and looked at all my works, and then gone and set up for themselves close by.  Now des you mean to say that you be really come all the way from Beng_u_l?’ ’Yes, indeed we have, and we are going all the way back again, though we didn’t exactly come from there to look at your brickworks.’  ‘Then you’re not in the brick-making line, are you?’ ’Why we’ve had a good deal to do with making bricks, and may have again; but we’ll engage that if we set up for ourselves, it shall be ten thousand miles from you.’  This seemed in some degree to set his mind at rest....”