Coming home we met with an accident to the carriage which obliged us to get out and walk some distance.  I was glad enough of it, because it gave me a better opportunity for seeing the country.  We stopped at a cottage to get some rope, and a young woman came out with that beautiful, clear complexion which I so much admire here in England; literally her cheeks were like damask roses.

I told Isa I wanted to see as much of the interior of the cottages as I could; and so, as we were walking onward toward home, we managed to call once or twice, on the excuse of asking the way and distance.  The exterior was very neat, being built of brick or stone, and each had attached to it a little flower garden.  Isa said that the cottagers often offered them a slice of bread or tumbler of milk.

They have a way here of building the cottages two or three in a block together, which struck me as different from our New England manner, where, in the country, every house stands detached.

In the evening I went into Liverpool, to attend a party of friends of the antislavery cause.  In the course of the evening, Mr. Stowe was requested to make some remarks.  Among other things he spoke upon the support the free part of the world give to slavery, by the purchase of the produce of slave labor; and, in particular, on the great quantity of slave-grown cotton purchased by England; suggesting it as a subject for inquiry, whether this cannot be avoided.

One or two gentlemen, who are largely concerned in the manufacture and importation of cotton, spoke to him on the subject afterwards, and said it was a thing which ought to be very seriously considered.  It is probable that the cotton trade of Great Britain is the great essential item which supports slavery, and such considerations ought not, therefore, to be without their results.

When I was going away, the lady of the house said that the servants were anxious to see me; so I came into the dressing room to give them, an opportunity.

While at Mr. C.’s, also, I had once or twice been called out to see servants, who had come in to visit those of the family.  All of them had read Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and were full of sympathy.  Generally speaking, the servants seem to me quite a superior class to what are employed in that capacity with us.  They look very intelligent, are dressed with great neatness, and though their manners are very much more deferential than those of servants in our country, it appears to be a difference arising quite as much from self-respect and a sense of propriety as from servility.  Every body’s manners are more deferential in England than in America.

The next day was appointed to leave Liverpool.  It had been arranged that, before leaving, we should meet the ladies of the Negroes’ Friend Society, an association formed at the time of the original antislavery agitation in England.  We went in the carriage with our friends Mr. and Mrs. E. Cropper.  On the way they were conversing upon the labors of Mrs. Chisholm, the celebrated female philanthropist, whose efforts for the benefit of emigrants are awakening a very general interest among all classes in England.  They said there had been hesitation on the part of some good people, in regard to cooeperating with her, because she is a Roman Catholic.