Comparison of the Climate of Europe and America 265
A Visit to Dublin about the time of the Queen’s Marriage 305
Closing Scenes of the Session at Washington 313
LETTERS FROM ENGLAND AND THE CONTINENT IN 1845–’46
LETTER I. What the Writer has seen of this World for twenty-four days—The Passengers of the Britannia—The Difference Between the American and English Custom-house Officers—The Working Classes—Female Dress—Bustles—Writing against the Doctor’s Orders, etc. 345
LETTER XI. To any Lady Subscriber who may wish for Gleanings from that first Concert of Jenny Lind which the Critics of the Daily Papers have so well harvested 392
LETTER XII. To the Lady-Subscriber in the Country 399
LETTER XIII. To the Lady-Subscriber in the Country 407
THE REQUESTED LETTER. To the Lady-reader in the Country 412
NATURE CRITICISED BY ART. Jenny Lind’s Propitiatory Acceptance of one Invitation from New York Fashionable Society—The History of the Day of which it was the Evening—Her Martyrdom by Charity-Seekers and other Wanters of Money and Gratifiers of their own Impertinent Curiosity—The Criticism of her Manners at the Party, as given in the “Courrier des Etats Unis”—A Counter-picture of her Conversation and Appearance—Singular Accidental “Tableau Vivant,” &c., &c. 417
THE KOSSUTH DAY. The Magyar and the Aztec, or the Two Extremes of Human Development 433
JANE PORTER, AUTHORESS OF “SCOTTISH CHIEFS,” “THADDEUS OF WARSAW,” ETC.; ETC. 471
IMMENSITY OF LONDON—VOYAGE TO LEITH—SOCIETY OF THE STEAM PACKET —ANALOGY BETWEEN SCOTCH AND AMERICAN MANNERS—STRICT OBSERVANCE OF THE SABBATH ON BOARD—EDINBURGH—UNEXPECTED RECOGNITION.
Almost giddy with the many pleasures and occupations of London, I had outstayed the last fashionable lingerer; and, appearing again, after a fortnight’s confinement with the epidemic of the season, I found myself almost without an acquaintance, and was driven to follow the world. A preponderance of letters and friends determined my route toward Scotland.
One realizes the immensity of London when he is compelled to measure its length on a single errand. I took a cab at my lodgings at nine in the evening, and drove six miles through one succession of crowded and blazing streets to the East India Docks, and with the single misfortune of being robbed, on the way, of a valuable cloak, secured a berth in the Monarch steamer, bound presently for Edinburgh.