Albemarle Hotel, London
DEAR MOTHER, — I must not let today's steamer go without a line to say that I am well. I am still in London, though I expect to leave for the country some time next week. I have promised to speak at a meeting at Birmingham, June 12, that will be my only public performance in England. Yours and father's and Arthur's reached me last Monday, and were most welcome. Tell Mr. Arthur to do it again, if he can.
London is full to the brim, and the weather is glorious. Every day has been very busy, seeing the endless sights. One day I went down to Canterbury, and spent the whole day at the cathedral and other old buildings there. It is a glorious place ; next week I hope to get to Cambridge, and as soon as possible to Oxford.
Your cousins the Adamses are well and very hospitable, and inquire all about you. To-day the Scotia is in, and I hope she has some letters for me. She brings news of another veto of our precious President. English people think he is a great man.
Strong is with me, and will be, probably, most of the summer. It makes it very pleasant.
It looks now a little more as if they were going to get over the crisis in Europe without much fighting, but a little match may set the whole pile of combustibles off at any moment. This all makes it more fortunate that I came just when I did, and got through. No cholera anywhere, and don't worry about Switzerland. Lots of love to all. Affectionately,