received most beautiful letters from him. 'If my memoirs are published, one of his letters will appear in them.' They had been told that the two eldest Miss Blackwells were very dashing girls, and wanted to know the truth. Then, why had I come to England? I told him I had been doing a rather singular thing; I had been studying medicine. He looked at me to see if I were in earnest, and then burst out into such a hearty, merry laugh that I joined in with all my might. 'Yes, I had obtained a diploma as doctor in medicine.' 'You—doctor!' and then another hearty laugh. Of course Mrs. Leifchild wanted to know what we were laughing at. 'Why, my dear, that girl there is Doctor in Medicine!' and then I must give them the whole history; and I certainly never had three more attentive listeners, interrupted by the doctor's exclamations: 'Bless me, what she has done; what she has suffered! Why, the girl's a genius! Where did she get it all from? Why, no man could have done what she has done!' And if ever I stopped, John would say, 'Now, Miss Blackwell, pray go on; it's the most interesting narrative I ever listened to; you left off at Paris.' I was much amused. To that little family, who had been staying so quietly at home in the same routine, it did sound like a romance. When I had done, the doctor declared 'it was a capital thing—it was the beginning of a new era.' And John at once brought out pen and paper and begged me to give him my autograph. The doctor said the Rev. Mr. May, from America, was an old friend and class-mate who had visited England about two years ago, and he graphically described their interview. When Dr. L. opened the door, he started back. 'No! Yes! It isn't—it is! It can't be possible! It is very certain; but won't you let me in?' From Mr. May he learned that the eldest of the Blackwells had become Socinians; and then I must give
