Travel Diaries and Journals

room sufficiently for C. to change her dress + for us to look into my trunk. Everything below the bags had to be wrung out + hung up! On Sunday night a woman in the steerage died of heart disease. The wave was not the cause they were not at all wet there. The following night she was buried at sea, the Capt. [captain] + Dr. being present. Tuesday at 2 p.m. landed passengers at Queenstown, having gone up into the harbor farther than I had ever been before.

Sept. 2 Wednesday at 8 a.m. stopped at the bar of the [?] for four hours for the tide. Finally stopped about 2 p.m. custom house officers + Mr. Sherlock came on board. We were at the Adelphi where Mr. Sherlock had engaged rooms for us at 3 1/2 p.m. Among our passengers we had become more particularly acquainted with those with us at the Captain's table. Mrs. [Lavisson?] a daughter of Baltimore + her niece Miss Patterson, (great niece of Mme Bonapart) Mr. Yarnall of Philadelphia, going out to meet his wife + children in England - Mr. Jacquemod a silk merchant 25 years old, native of Geneva, but being 6 years or more in Japan full of life + hope - a Scotch lawyer opposite Mr. Middleton, half Italian, half English, a most

refined + cultivated young gentleman. He was baptized by Pope Gregory 16, has an uncle a cardinal, + a great grand father's head was hung under London Bridge for being a Jacobite. There was also a Mr. + Mrs. Macklin, a most devoted couple who had a room opposite ours. After dinner walked to Brown's Library, but had not long to remain, the Egyptian collection looked interesting. Stepped into the Great Western Hotel - bought the [inevitable?] piece of camphor. I did not have any letters to write as I had written to all the family from Queenstown.

Sept. 3 Thursday. Had been most comfortable at the Adelphi. Left soon after 9 a.m. in the London + North [Western?]. The country At E. Sq. Station saw six [convicts?] chained together looked brown + autumnal. Reached Euston Sq. Station 2:30 p.m. Are at Brown's Hotel, 21 Dover St. Piccadilly. A rainy afternoon very tired, did not go out.

Sept. 4 Friday. A rainy day went about noon to the Kensington Museum. Met directly Miss Carter of Iceland one of our fellow passengers who showed us the drawings of the students, one of her own among them very prettily colored, a fruit piece. A course of fruit is gone through before they are allowed to go to the human figure. Took our