[Liverpool—Sunday, 12 June 1859]
Sunday in Liverpool. It was half past ten o’clock last night when the Canada came to her moorings after a capital voyage of 10 days and a few hours. Such a run few steamers have had indeed it has been the first favored trip this year. We feel grateful I am sure but it is all so like a dream that we need to pinch each other to be quite sure and Jamie is so happy and so frisky he will not stop to pinch anybody. As we swung slowly into those glorious docks last night I felt already repaid for coming. Man has represented himself here in these royal wharves of stone as worthily as in those more ambitious structures which excite the instantaneous praise of all. I looked at them longingly for hours however before I touched the English soil, that dear old ground which I could have stooped to press and cool my glowing face upon but among the first we were set free from the hands of the officers. It was ½ past eleven when we found ourselves in Mrs Blodget’s most comfortable quarters, so comfortable indeed that we are quite crazy with delight. This morning we went to Dr Raffles’ church but the good old man did not preach. There was fine congregational singing & a sermon from Dr Stoughton of London. After church we walked the city perfectly happy and pleased with all things. We saw the outside of the greatest hall in the world with its four lions couchant at the gates. It is one of the most beautiful edifices on the outside that can be imagined. I have just seen a patch of England’s green.