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who is really a [[crossed out]]might[[/crossed out]] [[sup]][[mite?]][[/sup]]. But we thought his face was made too smooth and pretty. Further on is Louis Phillipe, a stout man, with gray hair, a quick little eye and large nose, and near him a group representing the Royal Family at home, Victoria and Albert are sitting on a sofa, with the Prince of Wales and Princess Royal. Victoria has a baby on her lap, and has her finger up menacingly, to quiet a child which she fears will waken the baby. After seeing some other figures. amongst them Genl. Caraignar and Louis Napoleon we came away, reaching home about eleven o-clock. Jan. 6th. Father went to see Mr. Windus collection of pictures by Turner, at Totenham, seven miles from London. He returned about noon, being very much pleased with what he saw. He thought Turner showed to better advantage here, than anywhere he had seen his works. Father saw Mr. Windus who was very polite. After dinner we all set off to Kensal Green Cemetary. We first crossed Regent's Park beyond which we came to the Edgeware road which took us to Kensal Green The way being through the suburbs

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we did not pass anything of especial interest, except an occasional fine cottage or villa. We did not like the situation of Kensal Green near so well as that of High Gate Cemetary, the former being on a level plain, we missed the beautiful view which we admired so much from the latter. Kensal Green is much larger though. There is a long walk running East and West, through the centre, at the West end of which are catacombs with a fine Greek pediment. We walked towards this, examining the tombs on either side, most of which we did not think remarkable, but occasionally we would see a fine one. We liked that to the Princess Sophia, daughter of George III, it is of white marble, a sarcophagus upon a high base. We also like two which were of polished porphery in the form of an obalisk. We were most pleased though with the Greek building, and in it there is a beautiful piece of sculpture. We left towards sun down, and walked towards home until we were overtaken by an omnibus in which we rode nearly home. Jan:7th. Father had a headache. Mother wrote. I wrote, drew &c: Jan:8th. Father went to deliver some letters of introduction, and see Mr. Hankey and Mr. Neasmith.