After breakfast I got my letters from America which as usual depressed my spirits. I felt relieved by the news that no advance had been made by the victorious troops, bu ton the other hand the private accounts from home were discouraging. I never could have believed that such a war could have had so great an effect upon property. The public despatches were reported by Mr Moran not to contain much. We left Peterborough at ten, and went on to Boston. Of course the association with the210 name was interesting, though the place itself is every way far inferior to its American namesake. It’s only ornament is the Church of St Botolph’s, of which the Reverend John Cotton was the Vicar prior to his removal to our shores. It was for his sake the name of Boston was assumed. But I greatly doubt whether there was much general emigration from here. The edifice is spacious for a parish church. It is simple in construction and plain in finish, yet the effect is good. The incumbent Mr Blenkin came in and was very courteous in his attentions. This is superinduced by the fact that one of the chapels was repaired by the money subscribed by a few of us some years ago in Boston. The tower is very high, and looms up far over the surrounding flat country. Having a little time to wait for the next train to Lincoln we took a walk to see the town. It contains about twelve thousand inhabitants who seem to live on a small trade with Norway and Sweden. The houses are neat and the streets are clean, but the place has no natural beauty whatever. The streets were enlivened by the presence of a considerable party of young women on a trip from Nottingham. We staid until six o’ clock when we started for Lincoln. The country flat and monotonous enough, being what has long been known as the fens of Lincolnshire. They are now drained and cultivated; and they yield good crops> Lincoln itself stands on a high hill. We got there at dark, and had no leisure for inspection