Among the men [of the Boston society] are Dr.Chinning, a prophet in our country, a pamphleteer in his own; Bancroft, _the_ historian of America, a man of superior talents and great agreeability, but a black sheep in society, on account of his Van Buren politics, against whom the white sheep of the Whig party will not rub themselves; Prescott, the author of _Ferdinand and Isabella_, a handsome, half blind shunner of the vanities of the world, with some others, who read and write a good deal, and no one the wiser for it.

Edward Everett is in Italy, where you will surely meet him [we saw a good deal of him].

He is rather formal than cold, if all I hear whispered of him be true; of elegant taste in literature, though not of easy manners, and altogether an admirable specimen of an American orator and scholar.

At Cambridge, three miles off, we have Judge Story, of the Supreme Court, eloquent, deeply learned, garrulous, lively, amiable, excellent in all and every way that a mortal can be.

He is decidedly the gem of this western world.
Mr.Webster is now settled at Washington, though here at this moment on a visit to Mrs.Paige.Among our neighbouring notabilities is John Quincy Adams, an ex-President of the United States, ex-Minister at half the courts in Europe, and now at seventy-five, a simple Member of Congress, hard as a piece of granite, and cold as a lump of ice." Speaking of his having very frequently appeared at public meetings during the first year of his Consulship, and of his having since that refrained from such appearances, he continues: "I was doubtful as to the way my being so much _en evidence_ might be relished _at home_.