Travels in the United States, etc.,: during 1849 and 1850./ By the Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley.

VISIT TO GENERAL TAYLOR.
ation and extension of steam communication between her and
America (the contemplated competition about to be established by
"Collins's line") he exclaimed, "The voyage will be made shorter
and shorter, and I expect England and America will soon be quite
alongside of each other, ma'am."
"The sooner the better, sir," I most heartily responded, at
which he bowed and smiled.
"We are the same people," he continued, "and it is good for
both to see more of each other."
"Yes," I replied, "and thus all detestable old prejudices will
die away."
"I hope so," he said: "it will be for the advantage of both."
He continued in this strain and spoke so nobly of England, that
it made one's heart bound to hear him. And he evidently felt
what he said; indeed, I am sure that honest, high-hearted, true-assteel, old hero could not say any thing he did not feel or think.
A little while before we took leave he said, "I hope you will
visit my farm near Natchez: Cypress Grove is the name-a sad
name," he said, with a smile, "but I think you will find it interesting." I thanked him, and promised so to do. A short time
previously, after talking about the beauties of Nature in the South,
General Taylor had said to V, that he longed to return to
that farm, and to his quiet home near the banks of the Mississippi,
and added, that he was sorely tired of public life, and the harassing
responsibilities of his high office. The President insisted most
courteously on conducting us to our carriage, and bareheaded he
handed us in, standing on the steps till we drove off, and cordially
reiterating many kind and friendly wishes for our prosperous journey, and health, and safety.
We afterward went to Madame C's, and staid some time
in her pleasant house. She kindly wishes me to go to a party at
her house to-night, but the sudden hot weather has given me a
headache, and I fear I shall not be able. It is the Indian Summer here, now, which answers to the French "Ete6 de St. Martin,"
only it is twenty times as hot. The spacious high rooms in the
White House felt quite oppressively warm, and here we are suffocated with heat, though the drawing-room is a large apartment.
I think it is like a July in England, when our summer has not
"set in with its usual severity." Fans and parasols are plentiful;
and there are no fires except the apparently indispensable ones
which are lit, it would almost seem, for the benefit of the very
numerous fire-companies here and elsewhere in the Union.
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