long stay in London (our next point), and if so where. It seems they go directly through. I said in the course of conversation, “So Miss Schuyler is willing to forego a London season? Marvelous self-denial!”

“My niece did not come to Europe for a London season,” replied Miss Van Tyck. “We go through London this time merely as a cathedral town, simply because it chances to be where it is geographically. We shall visit St. Paul’s and Westminster Abbey, and then go directly on, that our chain of impressions may have absolute continuity and be free from any disturbing elements.”

Oh, but she is lovely, is aunt Celia!

Lincoln, June 20 The Black Boy Inn.

Lincoln

I am stopping at a beastly little hole, which has the one merit of being opposite Miss Schuyler’s lodgings. My sketch-book has deteriorated in artistic value during the last two weeks. Many of its pages, while interesting to me as reminiscences, will hardly do for family or studio exhibition. If I should label them, the result would be something like this:—

1. Sketch of a footstool and desk where I first saw Miss Schuyler kneeling.

2. Sketch of a carved-oak chair, Miss Schuyler sitting in it.

3. “Angel Choir.” Heads of Miss Schuyler introduced into the carving.

4. Altar screen. Full length figure of Miss Schuyler holding lilies.

5. Tomb of a bishop, where I tied Miss Schuyler’s shoe.

6. Tomb of another bishop, where I had to tie it again because I did it so badly the first time.

7. Sketch of the shoe; the shoe-lace worn out with much tying.

8. Sketch of the blessed verger who called her “madam,” when we were walking together.

9. Sketch of her blush when he did it the prettiest thing in the world.

10. Sketch of J. Q. Copley contemplating the ruins of his heart.

“How are the mighty fallen!”

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