smoke that issued from them. And I could quite enter into the
feelings of the friend who told me that nothing was more melancholy
than to see a clear atmosphere over the town; the blacker it looked
the more prosperity was indicated, and the more cause for rejoicing.

My kind friend took me to one of the great print factories. My
principal wish for going was to see how the factory people looked,
whether they seemed well and happy. I observed them; they were well
dressed, and were cheerful in their appearance. There were a few
children employed, who looked healthy and happy. There was at this
factory a reading room, nicely warmed and perfectly comfortable,
where the workman, by subscribing a penny or two a week, could
obtain the right to spend his leisure hours and see the periodicals
and newspapers. Each one had a vote in deciding what these papers
should be, as they were paid for by the subscription money of the
laborers. The proprietors paid a certain sum towards the support of
the reading room.

Of course, seeing one prosperous factory and the fortunate workmen
in it, in Manchester, cannot enable one to form any adequate
judgment of the condition of the working people.

I visited the Asylum for the Deaf and Dumb, which appeared to me to
have an admirable teacher. One of his best aids is a young man who
was his pupil. The teacher desired me to ask of this young man the
meaning of some word that had an abstract meaning. I asked him what
he understood by intelligence. He put his hand to his head, and
thought for some time, before he attempted to reply; then he nearly
covered the slate with his definition. He evidently saw the
difference between intelligence and learning or knowledge, but had