“At Trentham we passed one of the seats of the Marquis of Stafford, Trentham Hall.  Here the Marquis has a fine gallery of pictures, and among them Allston’s famous picture of ‘Uriel in the Sun.’

“I slept the first night in Birmingham, which I had no time to see on account of darkness, smoke, and fog:  three most inveterate enemies to the seekers of the picturesque and of antiquities.  In the morning, before daylight, I resumed my journey towards London.  At Stratford-on-Avon I breakfasted, but in such haste as not to be able to visit again the house of Shakespeare’s birth, or his tomb.  This house, however, I visited when in England before.  At Oxford, the city of so many classical recollections, I stopped but a few moments to dine.  I was here also when before in England.  It is a most splendid city; its spires and domes and towers and pinnacles, rising from amid the trees, give it a magnificent appearance as you approach it.

“Before we reached Oxford we passed through Woodstock and Blenheim, the seat of the Duke of Marlborough, whose splendid estates are at present suffering from the embarrassment of the present Duke, who has ruined his fortunes by his fondness for play.

“Darkness came on after leaving Oxford; I saw nothing until arriving in the vicinity of the great metropolis, which has, for many miles before you enter it, the appearance of a continuous village.  We saw the brilliant gas-lights of its streets, and our coach soon joined the throng of vehicles that rattled over its pavements.  I could scarcely realize that I was once more in London after fourteen years’ absence.

“My first visit was to my old friend and fellow pupil, Leslie, who seemed overjoyed to see me and has been unremitting in his attentions during my stay in London.  Leslie I found, as I expected, in high favor with the highest classes of England’s noblemen and literary characters.  His reputation is well deserved and will not be ephemeral.

“I received an invitation to breakfast from Samuel Rogers, Esq., the celebrated poet, which I accepted with my friend Leslie.  Mr. Rogers is the author of ‘Pleasures of Memory,’ of ‘Italy,’ and other poems.  He has not the proverbial lot of the poet,—­that of being poor,—­for he is one of the wealthiest bankers and lives in splendid style.  His collection of pictures is very select, chosen by himself with great taste.

“I attended, a few evenings since, the lecture on anatomy at the Royal Academy, where I was introduced to some of the most distinguished artists; to Mr. Shee, the poet and author as well as painter; to Mr. Howard, the secretary of the Academy; to Mr. Hilton, the keeper; to Mr. Stothard, the librarian; and several others.  I expected to have met and been introduced to Sir Thomas Lawrence, the president, but he was absent, and I have not had the pleasure of seeing him.  I was invited to a seat with the Academicians, as was also Mr. Cole, a member of our Academy in New York.  I was gratified in seeing America so well represented in the painters Leslie and Newton.  The lecturer also paid, in his lecture, a high compliment to Allston by a deserved panegyric, and by several quotations from his poems, illustrative of principles which he advanced.