On the 27th July we came to Cape Ann Pavilion, Gloucester, Massachusetts. The place is truly charming. The hotel is almost in the sea, like a very huge and gaily-decorated bathing machine–(the only one here by the way!) There is a wide, beautiful covered verandah all round the house; then comes a wee narrow strip of beach, then a low stone wall, some rocks, and then the Atlantic, so close, that I cannot imagine the house can be quite safe in winter, unless they intend to strengthen and heighten the defensive wall. The hotel is quite new. It may be imagined, how clean, and fresh, and nice it is.

As to travelling about, and seeing sights, in so hot a climate as America is in the summer, it is out of the question, I find; but this, I believe, is an unusually hot summer,–the hottest, I am told, but one, they have had for twenty-four years. I think of staying quietly at the sea till summer is over, and it is safe and pleasant to travel : of course, this will necessarily prolong my stay : everybody assures me I must not think of going southwards till October, particularly this year, considering cholera, and the great heat.