I have been twice in England.  In 1833, on my return from a

short tour in Sicily, Italy, and France, I crossed from Boulogne, and

landed in London at the Tower stairs.  It was a dark Sunday morning;

there were few people in the streets; and I remember the pleasure of

that first walk on English ground, with my companion, an American

artist, from the Tower up through Cheapside and the Strand