After my experience of yesterday I felt myself absolved from all necessity to go farther in acknowledgment of the kindness of Sir Charless Lyell. So I decided to devote my morning to the observation of objects at Clifton and Bristol, and return to London by the train in the afternoon. The day proved fine, and we enjoyed the view of the Gorge of the avon both up and down, after which we strolled along the shady walks of the public grounds. There is a great appearance of comfort and luxury in the dwellings, most of them removed from the road, and shining with a luxury of parterre, which is the marking ornament of this nation. The frequent rains have brought up the grass so that the scenery looks naturally of this nation. The frequent rains have brought up the grass so that the scenery looks natural once more. Having gone through as much as we had time for, our next object was to walk to the Station at Bristol, stopping on our road to examine the Cathedral and the Church of St Mary Radcliffe. The exterior aspect of the former is less imposing than usual, which is partly owing to th want of elevation of the tower, and partly to the facts that the whole of the nave was either pulled down or never built. What is left however is a choir of unusual length, with two aisles of equal height, and an arrangement of arches, both graceful and impressive. There is a chapter house of peculiarly norman architecture, which to my eye is curious rather than beautiful. Also cloisters on two sides of the square. There are some old monuments, and other new ones of interest. One to Bishop Butler. One to Robert Southey—and an epitaph by Mason to his Wife, which the book says was partly composed by Gray. I do not see his hand in it. On the whole, we were paid for our trouble. Bristol is no longer a separate Diocese. It is added to Gloucester. St Mary Radcliffe is on the whole finer than the Cathedral in its present condition. Parts of it are of very antique date, but the process of renovation is stripping it of all harmony. There is a Lady Chapel, and a Porch which are curious. The spot is made notorious by the forgery of the boy Chatterton, to whom there is a monument in the yard. Having observed all this, we took up our march to the Station, from whence to London without incident. We got home to dinner and found the family including Mary in cheerful condition. For which I desire to be grateful.115