July 4, 1877.
DEAR FATHER, — Hurrah for the Fourth of July ! William has gone for a day or two by himself on a trip to see cathedrals, and I have no doubt is enjoying everything between here and Durham. I think he will be back tonight, and then we shall keep together for the rest of the time. Since we arrived and came to London, we have been very busy. William has been doing the sights, and I have been about with him most of the time. Last Saturday we went down to Salisbury and spent a delightful Sunday in that quiet, little cathedral town. In the afternoon we drove out to Stonehenge, which is, I think, the best thing to see in England. It is so old that it would puzzle the Historical Society itself.
I left William there and came back to London early Monday morning to go and lunch with some parsons. Indeed, I have been parsoning a good deal of the time. We are to dine with Dean Stanley on Saturday evening, and I am to preach for him in the Abbey on Sunday morning. This evening I am to dine with Mr. Pierrepont, the American minister. I suppose General Grant will be there. What a time he has been having here.
Today I have been at Convocation, or sort of General Convention of the Diocese of Canterbury, though they are wholly clergymen, no laymen. Today they have been discussing confession, and ended in a vote by a large majority on the Protestant side.
Friday night we have an order for the House of Lords and House of Commons. So you see we are having a good, busy time. Monday morning we leave for the Continent and then our real traveling begins. I hope that you are getting better and better all the time. Do not forget that you and mother are to come and spend two weeks with me at 175 Marlboro' Street. My kindest love to her and the aunts.