had been sent forth, as laborers among the benighted heathen in distant zones.
In Sheffield, we were taken by the Messieurs Sanderson, to their celebrated establishment for making and refining steel, and saw it poured in its liquid state, from flame-hot crucibles, with the most brilliant scin- tillations. Through their attention we were also shown the various processes of silver-plating; and also the fair botanic garden and conservatory, which afforded sensible relief from the heat and mystery of metallic exhibitions. Afterwards we visited the show-rooms of Rogers and Sons, and among their almost endless variety of cutlery, silver, and ivory, saw under a glass-case the knife with 1838 blades, so often marvelled at by travellers. The prospects from the heights around Sheffield are variegated and beautiful. Yet more interesting than any combination of hill and dale, inasmuch as mind must ever hold superiority over matter, was an interview with the poet Montgomery, who came to call on us at our hotel. He is small of stature, with an amiable countenance, and agreeable, gentlemanly manners. His conversation is unassuming, though occasionally enlivened by a vein of pleasantry. Some of the company happening to remark, that they were not aware of his having been born in Scotland, he replied that he had left it in his early years, adding with naiveté, "You know Dr. Johnson has said, there is hope of a Scotchman if you catch him young."
