14th.—­Went to Westminster Abbey, and spent some time there.  On coming out we made a rapid, but quite amusing passage through several courts where we saw numerous great personages in stiff little gray wigs.  To my untrained, irreverent eyes they all looked perfectly funny.  George was greatly interested and edified.  It has been raining and shining by turns all day, and is this evening very cold.

15th.—­Another of those days which the English so euphoniously term “nasty.”  Not knowing what else to do with it, we set off in search of No. 5 Sermon Lane, a house connected with a stereoscopic establishment in Paris, which we reached after many evolutions and convolutions, and found it to be a wholesale concern only.  Pitying us for the trouble we had been at in seeking them, they let us have what views we wanted, but at higher prices than they sell them at Paris.  We then went to the Tract House, and while selecting French and other tracts, a gentleman came and asked for a quantity of the “Last Hours of Dr. Payson.”

16th.—­Went to the Tower, and had a most interesting visit there.  We were particularly struck by some spots shown us by one of the wardens, after the regular round had been gone through with, and the other visitors dispersed—­namely, the cell where prisoners were confined with thumbscrews attached to elicit confession, and the floor where Lady Jane Grey was imprisoned.  We looked from the window where she saw her husband carried to execution, and A. was locked up in the room so as to be able to say she had been a prisoner in the Tower.

17th.—­Heard Dr. Hamilton again.  Met Dr. and Mrs. Adams of New York there, and had a most kind and cordial greeting from them.  Dr. A. introduced us to Dr. Hamilton.  In the evening we went to hear Dr. Adams at Dr. H.’s church, and came home quite proud of our countryman, who gave us a most excellent sermon.  At the close of the service Dr. H. invited us to take tea with him next week, and introduced us to his wife; a young, quiet little lady, looking as unlike most of us American parsonesses as possible, her parochial cares being, perhaps, less weighty than ours.

18th.—­Two things made this day open pleasantly.  One was a decided attempt on the part of the sun to come out and shine.  The second was Dr. Adams’ dropping in and taking breakfast with us.  We also got letters from home, and the news that Mr. Little had reached New York in safety.  After lunch, George went off in glory to the House of Commons, hinting that he might stay there till to-morrow morning, and begging for a night-key to let himself in.  The rest of us went to the Zoological Garden, which is much more ample and interesting than the Jardin des Plantes.

20th.—­Yesterday it poured in torrents all day, so that going out was not possible.  To-day we went out in the drops and between the drops, to do a little shopping in the way of razors, scissors, knives, needles, and such like sharp and pointed things.  We stepped into Nesbit’s and took a view of Little Susy, who looked as usual, bought a few books, subscribed to a library, coveted our neighbor’s property, and came home covered with mud and mire.