rrow streets between the houses, but foot passengers
walk in this curious sort of piazzas, put into the houses instead of
being added to them. The most elegant shops are here in these back
rooms, and you walk for whole long streets under cover, with the
dwellings of the inhabitants over your heads and under your feet. Often
the upper story shelves over the third, so that you almost wonder why
the house does not tumble over.

A friend, whom I had never seen, did me the honor to invite me to her
hospitable mansion in Manchester. It was indeed a great privilege to be
allowed to make a part of the family circle, and sit with them by their
fireside, and be made to feel at home so far from one's native land;
and this I experienced all the time I was in England.

I was prepared for the appearance of Manchester. So I was not
astonished at the number of tall chimneys, nor at the quantity of smoke
that issued from them. And I could quite enter into the feelings of the
friend who told me that nothing was more melancholy than to see a clear
atmosphere over the town; the blacker it looked the more prosperity was
indicated, and the more cause for rejoicing.

My kind friend took me to one of the great print factories. My
principal wish for going was to see how the factory people looked,
whether they seemed well and happy. I observed them; they were well
dressed, and were cheerful in their appearance. There were a few
children employed, who looked healthy and happy. There was at this
factory a reading room, nicely warmed and perfectly comfortable, where
the workman, by subscribing a penny or two a week, could obtain the
right to spend his leisure hours and see the periodicals and
newspapers. Each one had a vote in deciding what these papers should
be, as they were paid for by the subscription money of the laborers.
The proprietors paid a certain sum towards the support of the reading
room.

Of course, seeing one prosperous factory and the fortunate workmen in
it, in Manchester, cannot enable one to form any adequate judgment of
the condition of the working people.

I visited the Asylum for the Deaf and Dumb, which appeared to me to
have an admirable teacher. One of his best aids is a young man who was
his pupil. The teacher desired me to ask of this young man the meaning
of some word that had an abstract meaning. I asked him what he
understood by intelligence. He put his hand to his head, and thought
for some time, before he atte