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Jan: 30th. Father had some headache. He wrote a note to Mr. Fripp, the artist, which I delivered. Father and Lily took a walk, and father bought a Miscellany of Chamber's when they came back mother read to us out of it. In the afternoon we all took a walk in the park. 
Jan: 31st. Father finished the picture of Kilchurn Castle, and after dinner, with the assistance of a carpenter, got all his pictures carefully packed, and the boxes labeled for Philadelphia. I ran for screws - & helped. 
February 1st. In the morning got our things together ready for traveling. Father packed up his paints. In the afternoon we went up to Hampstead Heath for the last time. It was a beautiful afternoon, and we had a charming view of London and St. Pauls, and the country all around for a great distance. After our return we took a walk in the Park. In the evening we read. 
Feb. 2nd. Father went to Pickford & Co: to see about sending off his pictures. We packed the trunks and got things ready for a start. After dinner we took a walk in the park & met old Mr. Goodall, the engraver, he is a tallish man with light hair, light blue eyes and a flatish face. Father mailed several letters amongst them mine to 

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Isaac Rover. The pictures were sent off safely and a receipt got for them. Feb. 3rd. Father went out to take a walk, & bought a strong leather strap to put around our trunk. Mother read a story to Lily and me. When father came in we got our things ready to start. After dinner I got a cab, and we bid adieu to Emily, Mr. Wyatt and Mrs. Turner, the latter took our leaving very hard & cried. & it was no wonder, as we had been with her for fourteen weeks. It being a beautiful day we had a very interesting ride to the rail road depot. We first went to the bankers and after father had settled his money busines, we next proceeded to the French Consuls, though it was not without some difficulty we found him the streets were so crowded with people, and conveyances off all descriptions. Father paid a sixpence to a young man for showing him the way but he took him to the Belgin Consul's. After a good deal of trouble we found the place, and father got his Passport signed. We then went to the London, Brighton and South Eastern Railroad Station, and arrived in plenty of time for the Brighton train. After a pleasant ride of two hours through a beautiful country, covered in some parts with fine farms, and in others so like New Jersey that