Barry's British Hotel.
Queen Street, Edinburgh
[ 1856].
MY DEAR LITTLE GURGLES,--Your dear Papa arrived last night at 9.30 and commissions me to tell you that he slept satisfactorily both in bed and about half the way down: losing the romantic scenery along the line and only waking up at the border to demn the railway man who asked for his ticket. Your father is already a good deal engaged to dinner: and his faithful servant James says that there is a very good subscription list for the lectures--but your Papa suspects that there will be more praise than money at this town.
The inn is very comfortable and the city splendid --the houses grand--the streets broad and spacious,
beyond anything in London only there's nobody in 'em. This is the grand St. with 2 inhabitants.
I think this is all your Papa's news. His cough he hopes is a little better, and he writes this while waiting for Dr. Brown1 who is going to lionise him about the town--He did a little of his novel2 this
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