nothing but the name of Barrymore. The cab came suddenly to
a standstill; and looking out to see what the obstacle might be, I
discovered a huge concourse of men and women, drawn across the pavement
and road alike, so that it seemed impossible to pass by them. I inquired
of my driver what this assembling of the people meant. "Oh," says
he, "Barrymore has made another hit." This answer being perfectly
unintelligible to me, I requested some further explanation, and
discovered that "Barrymore" was the name of a stage-player favored
by the populace; that the building was a theater, and that all these
creatures with immortal souls were waiting, before the doors opened, to
get places at the show!

The emotions of sorrow and indignation caused by this discovery so
absorbed me that I failed to notice an attempt the driver made to pass
through, where the crowd seemed to be thinner, until the offended people
resented the proceeding. Some of them seized the horse's head; others
were on the point of pulling the driver off his box, when providentially
the police interfered. Under their protection, we drew back, and reached
our destination in safety, by another way. I record this otherwise
unimportant affair, because it grieved and revolted me (when I thought
of the people's souls), and so indisposed my mind to take cheerful views
of anything. Under these circumstances, I would fain hope that I have
exaggerated the true state of the case, in respect to my daughter's
married life.

My good girl almost smothered me with kisses. When I at last got a fair
opportunity of observing her, I thought her looking pale and worn and
anxious. Query: Should I have arrived at this conclusion if I had met
with no example of the wicked dissipations of London, and if I had
ridden at my ease in a comfortable vehicle?

They had a succulent meal ready for me, and, what I call, fair enough
whisky out of Scotland. Here again I remarked that Felicia ate very
little, and Marmaduke nothing at all. He drank wine, too--and, good
heavens, champagne wine!--a needless waste of money surely when there
was whisky on the table. My appetite being satisfied, my son-in-law went
out of the room, and returned with his hat in his hand. "You and Felicia
have many things to talk about on your first evening together. I'll
leave you for a while--I shall only be in the way." So he spoke. It was
in vain that his wife and I assured him he was not in the way at all. He
kissed hi