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	Cassell the Publisher.

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countries do on the map of the world, his lordship
ate and drank heartily, in which respect he was imi-
tated by the company.  A knot of on-lookers gath-
ered at a respectful distance, and he would sometimes
turn and good-humoredly survey them, at others
eating or conversing with equal animation.  The
band played during the progress of the meal.
	THE RETURN TO THE CITY.
  On the royal party rising from the table the remain-
der of the company seated themselves at it, his lord-
ship mounting the upper deck, where General Scott
pointed out to him the different land-marks, calling
his especial attention to forts Hamilton, Wood and
Columbus.  As the Harriet Lane approached them
they respectively fired a salute of twenty-one guns in
honor of the illustrious visitor.
  The scene now became exceedingly striking,
brilliant, and picturesque.  The Amboy boat, Thomas
P. Way, which had followed the Harriet Lane, was
crowded with spectators, who, on sight of Lord
Renfrew, cheered him immensely, to which he re-
sponded by slightly raising his hat, in his invaria-
ble manner.  The yacht Charlotte, too, held her
course on the same track.  With the band discours-
ing national airs, lively quicksteps, and opera tunes,
flags flying, cannon booming, people hurrahing, the
water leaping and sparkling, the day growing hotter
overhead, his lordship approached the city.  Fort
Hamilton was passed at a quarter to two.  The echoes
of her saluting volleys had hardly passed away
when the United States mail steamer Habana, gayly
decorated with flags, conspicuous among which was
one containing the Irish harp at the masthead, ap-
proached the Harriet Lane her passengers giving

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three cheers and a tiger, and subsequently fired a
gun.  Lord Renfrew had ascended to the top of the
wheelhouse, in company with Mr. Schell, Judge
Roosevelt, the Duke of Newcastle, and one or two
others of his suite.  He stood surveying the specta-
cle with some interest, but no great animation, some-
times stooping to listen to the remarks of General
Scott, who addressed him from below.
  On Governor�s island a company of soldiers and
marines were drawn up in front of Castle William,
who fired the usual salute.  New-York was now in 
sight, presenting an appearance that will long be re-
membered by those who were present on that memo-
rable morning.
	THE SCENE AT THE BATTERY.
  All the shipping displayed flags, many of them
having their rigging profusely decorated with them.
Their spars and decks were like the adjoining shores,
densely populated by curious and excited spectators.
The welcome to Kossuth in 1852, the advent of the
Japanese, the reception of the Great Eastern, were
paralleled, if not eclipsed by the unanimous ovation
accorded by New-York to the youthful heir to the
crown of Great Britain.  On the Battery the lines of
soldiery drawn up in glittering ranks, formed a bril-
liant foreground, while behind could be seen heads
of innumerable spectators.  Castle Garden, too, was
crowded, its outside gallery being thronged, mostly
by ladies.  When the Harriet Lane steamed along-
side, Lord Renfrew was not recognized by them,
though he stood near the wheel-house, at not twenty
rods distance.  He reached New-York at precisely 2
o�clock, having been just an hour and twenty-three
minutes in making the trip.

[Gunn�s diary continued]
  12.  Friday.  Not up till 9, then after bath
to the 5th avenue hotel, not after the Prince, who
puts up there, but to leave a note and a copy
of my P.N.Y.B.H. for Cassell who had promi-
sed to get me some London correspondenceship,
if the chance lay in his way.      He sails tomor-
row.      Down town per omnibus.   Up again af-
ter a visit to the office.         Let off to-day with
writing less than half a column of matter (about               
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