The University and schools are now in vacation; we are compelled by unwise postponement of our journey to see both Edinburgh and London at the worst possible season.

We should have been here in April, there in June.

There is always enough to see, but now we find a majority of the most interesting persons absent, and a stagnation in the intellectual movements of the place.
We had, however, the good fortune to find Dr.Andrew Combe, who, though a great invalid, was able and disposed for conversation at this time.

I was impressed with great and affectionate respect by the benign and even temper of his mind, his extensive and accurate knowledge, accompanied, as such should naturally be, by a large and intelligent liberality.

Of our country he spoke very wisely and hopefully, though among other stories with which we, as Americans, are put to the blush here, there is none worse than that of the conduct of some of our publishers toward him.