place where a great battle was fought.  They seem less appropriate as monuments to individuals.  I doubt the durability of these piecemeal obelisks, and when I think of that vast inverted pendulum vibrating in an earthquake, I am glad that I do not live in its shadow.  The Washington Monument is more than a hundred feet higher than Salisbury steeple, but it does not look to me so high as that, because the mind has nothing to climb by.  But the forming taste of the country revels in superlatives, and if we could only have the deepest artesian well in the world sunk by the side of the tallest column in all creation, the admiring, not overcritical patriot would be happier than ever was the Athenian when he looked up at the newly erected Parthenon.

I made a few miscellaneous observations which may be worth recording.  One of these was the fact of the repetition of the types of men and women with which I was familiar at home.  Every now and then I met a new acquaintance whom I felt that I had seen before.  Presently I identified him with his double on the other side.  I had found long ago that even among Frenchmen I often fell in with persons whose counterparts I had known in America.  I began to feel as if Nature turned out a batch of human beings for every locality of any importance, very much as a workman makes a set of chessmen.  If I had lived a little longer in London, I am confident that I should have met myself, as I did actually meet so many others who were duplicates of those long known to me.

I met Mr. Galton for a few moments, but I had no long conversation with him.  If he should ask me to say how many faces I can visually recall, I should have to own that there are very few such.  The two pictures which I have already referred to, those of Erasmus and of Dr. Johnson, come up more distinctly before my mind’s eye than almost any faces of the living.  My mental retina has, I fear, lost much of its sensitiveness.  Long and repeated exposure of an object of any kind, in a strong light, is necessary to fix its image.

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Among the gratifications that awaited me in England and Scotland was that of meeting many before unseen friends with whom I had been in correspondence.  I have spoken of Mr. John Bellows.  I should have been glad to meet Mr. William Smith, the Yorkshire antiquary, who has sent me many of his antiquarian and biographical writings and publications.  I do not think I saw Mr. David Gilmour, of Paisley, whose “Paisley Folk” and other writings have given me great pleasure.  But I did have the satisfaction of meeting Professor Gairdner, of Glasgow, to whose writings my attention was first called by my revered instructor, the late Dr. James Jackson, and with whom I had occasionally corresponded.  I ought to have met Dr. Martineau.  I should have visited the Reverend Stopford Brooke, who could have told me much that I should have liked to hear of dear friends of mine, of whom he saw a great deal in their