Adieu, beloved.  Post time almost—­and another letter to write.  I have had a sort of double quinsy—­but am better, thank God.

Your devoted and prosy,

JULIANA HORATIA GATTY.

The Books I have used are Wheatley on the Common Prayer, Hook’s Lives of the Archbishops, and Church Dictionary, and anything I could get hold of.  Get any decent book on the Psalms—­compare the two versions—­read the prefaces, rubrics, etc.—­above all.  Have you the Parker Society edition of Edward VI.  Prayer-book?

To H.K.F.G.

Hotel de l’Europe, Anvers. September 22, 1865.

MY DEAREST D——­,

“Here we are again!” at the Hotel Dr. Harvey recommended.  The Captain of our boat said it was cheaper and better than S. Antoine.  You must excuse a not very lively letter, for I am still so ill from the voyage.  I can’t get over it somehow at present, but shall be all right to-morrow.  We enjoyed our day in Hull immensely! you will be amused to hear.  At night we went to the Harvest Thanksgiving service at S. Mary’s.  Nice service, capital sermon, and crammed congregation.  The decorations were scarlet geraniums, corn, evergreen, and grapes.  The Alster wasn’t to time, but they said she would sail at four, so we slept on board.  We “turned over” an awful night.  R. and I wandered over the ship, and finally settled on the saloon benches.  Then, however, the Captain came, and said he couldn’t allow us to sleep there, so we sat up, for I couldn’t breathe in the berth, and at last I think the Captain saw I really couldn’t stand it, and told me to lie down again.  At six we went on deck, and it was awfully jolly going up the Humber.  At eight we got into the sea, and I didn’t get my “shore legs” again till we got into the Scheldt this morning.  At about three this morning I went on deck, and R. and I enjoyed it immensely, splendidly starlight, and we were just off Flushing, and the lights looked wonderful with the flat shore and a black windmill.  Then the Captain gave me tea and packed me up in the saloon, and I slept till six, when T. came out and woke me, and we went “aloft.”  We were going down the Scheldt, and R. was in fits of delight because every tree you see is exactly like the trees in boxes of toys.  Not a bit like English trees.  The flat green banks and odd little villages (of which you can only see the tops of the houses) were charming.

To M.S.G.

Hotel de l’Europe, Antwerp. Sunday, September 24, 1865.

MY DEAREST M.,