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Cathedral, where Turner was buried, beside Sir. Joshua Reynolds in accordance with his request. Baring Bros: [[&?]] Co. could give no information about Geo. Ingersoll. We received a letter from Mr. J.W. Field. He and his wife are well. Mr. Fisher had got home safely. It contained further information about Mr. Smith's children. Dec. 31st. Father painted. I coloured a drawing of an omnibus. Mother sewed, and Lilly read. After dinner we took a walk out Oxford Street to the corner of Hyde Park and returned home by Regents Park. It was raw and cold. January 1st. 1852. Father had a headache. Mother sewed. Lilly and I read and drew, & took a walk. Jan: 2nd. Father went to deliver some letters of introduction. Mother sewed & heard Lilly and me say our lessons. In the afternoon we took a walk in the park, returning by Allbany St. where we saw a woman so drunk she could not stand There was a crowd, and two or three policemen trying to get her away. When we got home we found father back. He had seen Miss: Byron, who was very 

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kind and proposed calling upon us soon to see the pictures and sketches. Jan: 3rd. Father painted. I drew an omnibus. Mother sewed, and Lilly read and drew. After dinner we took a walk to see Turner's birthplace, which is in Maiden Lane, Coventgarden. We first proceeded to the Seven Dials, and then wound along a dirty narrow street, which brough us to Coventgarden Market. It is a dark stone building, placed in the centre of a square, leaving a passage around between it and the houses facing it. There we've only fruits and vegetables for sale, and the place was very dirty and [[ing?]] great confusion. A little below this is Maiden Lane, a narrow little passage with high houses on each side, smoked very dark. In one of these, Turner, the great artist, was born. On the lower story is the large window of his father's barber shop. After looking some time at it, we concluded that it was a pretty dreary place. We next went along the strand, and on to Waterloo Bridge, from which there is a view of London and the Thames, but there was too much smoke for us