DEAR WILLIAM, I am on a steamboat between Oban and Glasgow on the coast of Scotland. John is up on deck somewhere, and the scenery outside has grown a little tame, so I take this chance to tell you that we are well, and the Scotch trip, which is drawing near its end, has been a great success, just as the Dutch, the Tyrolese, and the Swiss trip were three years ago.
We left London on the 12th of July; the day after I wrote a beautiful letter to Mary from Windsor Castle, and went to Edinburgh, where we saw many pretty sights, and quite a number of interesting people. Dean Stanley had furnished us with introductions, and every-body was very civil. We stayed there three days, and then went to St. Andrews, where we saw the great ruined cathedral, and some more agreeable people connected with the university there. We spent a queer night at an old castle, where some of Dean Stanley’s relations live, and all was very nice and funny. Then we struck north, and have been wandering about the Highlands and the Island of Skye for the last ten days. First-rate weather, lots of queer adventures, and all sorts of ridiculous stopping-places, with superb scenery everywhere, made it a delightful journey. Now our faces are turned homeward. A day upon the Lowland lakes, a day in Glasgow, a week among the English lakes, a Sunday, August 8, at Chester, three days in Ireland, the Germanic at Queenstown on the 13th, New York some time on Saturday, the 21st; then Nahant, Boston, the new house, and sermons.
I received Mary’s letter last week, and consider it an answer to the epistle from Windsor. Tell her I thank her for it. Good-by. Affectionately, P.