my life I never saw anything so frightful as
the confusion of the embarking and disembarking....

Dr. Channing was talking to me the other day of Harriet Martineau's
writings, and has sent me "Ella of Garvelock," recommending it
highly as an interesting story, though he does not seem to think
Miss Martineau's principles of political economy sufficiently sound
to make her works as useful upon that subject, or to do all the
good which she herself evidently hopes to produce by these
tales....

God bless you, dear friend! I am ever most truly yours,

F. A. K.

NEW YORK, Sunday, June 24, 1833.

Great was my surprise, dear Mrs. Jameson, to find accompanying your
letter of April 9th a card of Mr. Jameson's. My father called upon
him almost immediately, but had not the good fortune to find him at
home, and I presume he is now gone on to Canada, whither we are
ourselves proceeding, and where we may very possibly meet him. Our
spring engagements are all over, and we are now going away from the
hot weather to Niagara, into which, if all tales be true, I expect
to fall headlong, with sheer surprise and admiration; after which I
shall accompany my father to Montreal and Quebec, where we shall
resume our professional labors....

I am very sorry you have been ill. You do not speak of your eyes,
from which I argue that you were not painfully conscious of the
existence of those valuable luminaries at the time you wrote....

The accounts, public and private, that we receive of the state of
England are not encouraging, and the trouble seems such as neither
Tory, Whig, nor even Radical, can cure. You talk of bringing out a
colony to this country; bring out half of England, and those who
starve at home will have to eat, and to spare, here. How I do wish
our poor laboring people could be made to know how easily they
might exchange their condition for a better one!

I wish you could have heard what my father was reading to us this
morning out of Stewart's "North America;" not Utopian dreams of
some imaginary land of plenty and fertility, but sober statements
of authentic fact, telling of the existence of unnumbered leagues
of the richest soil that ever rewarded human i