I enjoy coming down here. It is a cheerful gay and happy place. There is every facility for enjoyment one could possibly wish for. I have been to several pleasant excursions with a party of tourists Mr Conway introduced me to. The English are quite different to the Scotch. So affable & familiar in their manner and so accommodating to strangers that I felt quite at home with at once. The scenery in Wales though fine is not to be compared with Scotland. The people from the low parts of England come here for their summer residence. They imagine the little tiny rivers here so beautiful. The mountains so grand. Sometimes I met with who express their surprise at my not being as elevated as they untill I tell them of our magnificent lakes, the lovely flowing rivers and our gigantic snow covered mountains. It very soon makes them envious and desirous to visit Scotia's shores. I would much rather finish my letter with this subject but I must bring my lofty thoughts from the summits of our noble Highland hills and carry them down to a more humble task of speaking a little about self which to me is a most disagreeable duty but I have now the pleasurable feeling of thinking that I express my mind to one who is taking a lively interest in my future prosperity. The greatest source of gratitude I can render I can render you