received several letters from her.  I discovered they had all some weak point, and the doctor gave me the cue.  I felt quite at ease amongst them:  nearly all are unrestrained; and, strange to say, they never talk to each other, or molest each other in any way.  We then visited the House of Correction for the State, where about three-fourths of the expenses are paid by the prisoners’ industry.  It is a well-managed prison, with strict discipline:  no conversation allowed, and all kept at work, both men and women:  the latter are very bad to manage.  Comfort and cleanliness are very apparent.  We then visited the Orphan Asylum and House of Reformation for young offenders, and for neglected and indigent boys who have committed no crimes, but perhaps soon would if they were not taken from the hungry streets and sent here:  this is called the Boylston School.  There is the House of Industry for old, helpless paupers:  these words are painted on the walls—­“Self-government, quietude, and peace are blessings.”  This was a clean, neat place, with a plant or two on the window-sill, a row of crockery upon the shelf, or small display of coloured prints upon the whitewashed wall.  We have no such sights in our unions.

[Footnote A:  See Appendix.]

I left South Boston much gratified with all I had seen; but pleasure must have an alloy.  My companion drove up against a cart in the dark, broke both shafts, the horse kicked the vehicle all to pieces, and how we escaped is wonderful.  I got my knee bruised, and that was all.  I retired to rest, grateful to Providence for my narrow escape.

Friday, and last day in America.—­Saw the famed Dr. Channing’s Unitarian chapel; and witnessed such a demonstration the previous night, with at least 10,000 boys, non-electors, parading the streets with torches, crying “Clay, of Ashland, near Lexington, Kentucky!” I really feel that I am leaving Boston with regret:  I never was more pleased with any town, both in a business and social point of view.  I have many kind and intelligent friends that I shall leave with regret.  The Bostonians are more English in idea, smart to a degree, and well situated for commerce.  The town and suburbs abound with charitable institutions of every description; and every article of living is half the price it is in England.  I visited Famenil Hall, the oldest building in the town, and famed in American history.

In conclusion, my feelings prompt me to acknowledge, with a deep sense of gratitude to Messrs. Overend and Gurney, the very sympathetic and high-character letter they gave me to Messrs. Prime, Ward, and King, of New York, as I had taken the journey to recruit my health.  From that letter emanated others to every town I visited, which at once placed me in communication with the most intelligent of men.  I am further bound to add, contrary to the general opinion formed in England, that I met with the most open, frank, communicative people I ever came in contact with;