lansdowne cirrus, september 10th.—we have become quite weary of our small, mean, uncomfortable, and unbeautiful lodgings at chorlton road, with poor and scanty furniture within doors, and no better prospect from the parlor windows than a mud-puddle, larger than most english lakes, on a vacant building-lot opposite our house. the exhibition, too, was fast becoming a bore; for you must really love a picture, in order to tolerate the sight of it many times. moreover, the smoky and sooty air of that abominable manchester affected my wife's throat disadvantageously; so, on a tuesday morning, we struck our tent and set forth again, regretting to leave nothing except the kind disposition of mrs. honey, our housekeeper. i do not remember meeting with any other lodging-house keeper who did not grow hateful and fearful on short acquaintance; but i attribute this, not so much to the people themselves, as, primarily, to the unfair and ungenerous conduct of some of their english guests, who feel so sure of being cheated that they always behave as if in an enemy's country, and therefore they find it one.
the rain poured down upon us as we drove away in two cabs, laden with mountainous luggage to the london road station; and the whole day was grim with cloud and moist with showers. we went by way of birmingham, and stayed three hours at the great dreary station there, waiting for the train to leamington, whither fanny had gone forward the day before to secure lodgings for us (as she is english, and understands the matter) we all were tired and dull by the time we reached the leamington station, where a note from fanny gave us the address of our lodgings. lansdowne circus is really delightful after that ugly and grimy suburb of manchester. indeed, there could not possibly be a greater contrast than between leamington and manchester,—the latter built only for dirty uses, and scarcely intended as a habitation for man; the former so cleanly, so set out with shade trees, so regular in its streets, so neatly paved, its houses so prettily contrived and nicely stuccoed, that it does not look like a portion of the work-a-day world.
