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Book, page 151 / 263 _Aug. 21_. Perhaps you think I am at Lady Hartland's at this moment, poor ignorants, as you are! You must know that I was so unwell on Friday, the morning of the day we were to have gone there, that my poor mother was obliged to send James in the rain (poor James!) to put off till Monday; so Lord and Lady Hartland were very sorry and very glad, and sent us divine peaches. Sir James Calendar Campbell's _Memoirs_ are ill-written--all higgledy-piggledy, facts and anecdotes, some without heads, and some without tails; great cry and little wool, still, some of the wool is good; and curious facts thrown out, of which he does not know the value, and other things he values that have no value in nature. _To_ MISS RUXTON. PAKENHAM HALL, _Sept. 19, 1832_. We came here yesterday to meet Caroline Hamilton--dear Caroline Hamilton, and her sensible, agreeable husband. She is always the same, and the sight of her affectionate, open, lively countenance does one's heart good. Lord Longford quite well, and Lord Longford for ever: the children beautiful. FIVE P.M. We have been walking and driving all morning, and seeing all that Lady Longford has done in beautifying the place and employing the people. I never saw, in England or Ireland, such beautiful gardens--the most beautiful American garden my eyes ever beheld. She took advantage of a group of superb old chestnut-trees, with oak and ash for a background, which had never been noticed in that _terra incognita_; now it is a fairy land, embowered round with evergreens. To-morrow Hercules and Mrs. Pakenham come, with all their children--a
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