8
Tuesday May 31. 1859.
It is now twenty four days since I left New York.
We have Newspapers of that city of dates so late as the
16 ^th & 17 ^th, but I have no letters — and I begin to read less
in the midst of excitements and pleasures.
Our party at dinner yesterday was nearly A-
merican — Madame Frezzolini, speaks no English —
After dinner I dropped into a ^large^ basement room
fited up with the affections of a Court of
Justice — in which proced the proceedings of the
Judicary are travestied. What seduced me into
the place was the of the trial
of Daniel E Sickels for the murder of
Philip Barton Key. The burlesque was veri-
-table, so successful was it that an honest
Englishman protested against the whole thing in
great indignation as an assumed and
unlawful jurisdiction — The People present showed
^a fair sample of Englishmen^ that they were no no more reformed than the
Americans, by applauding the defence and
acquittal of the murderer — Human nature,
my dear Fanny is much the same in all
countries, and its highest development there
is reason to fear is very far distant.