Saturday, April 20th. — On Sat. my foot being painful I went round the town in a bathchair, and didn’t like it. It was market-day and I had an unintelligible chair-man who stopped in the middle of streets to point out objects of interest, and I was too inexperienced as to powers of endurance of that species of draught-horse to venture to remonstrate. The Poultry Cross, restored, is very curious. There is the site of the Blue Boar in the market square where Buckingham was beheaded by Richard III. We afterwards came round by the river and into collision with another pram containing a very dirty boy.

Sunday, April 21st. — I did not go out, but derived considerable amusement from a squadron of the Salvation Army, the rearguard consisting of two good-looking young women, hot, excited and trudging, with two perambulators and three babies.