Onething，however，annoyedmenotalittle。Theboxdidnotgointotheextrastate-room。ItwasdepositedinWyatt’sown；andthere，too，itremained，occupyingverynearlythewholeofthefloornodoubttotheexceedingdiscomfortoftheartistandhiswife；thisthemoreespeciallyasthetarorpaintwithwhichitwasletteredinsprawlingcapitals，emittedastrong，disagreeable，and，tomyfancy，apeculiarlydisgustingodor。Onthelidwerepaintedthewords
“Mrs。AdelaideCurtis，Albany，NewYork。ChargeofCorneliusWyatt，Esq。Thissideup。Tobehandledwithcare。”
Now，IwasawarethatMrs。AdelaideCurtis，ofAlbany，wastheartist’swife’smother，butthenIlookeduponthewholeaddressasamystification，intendedespeciallyformyself。Imadeupmymind，ofcourse，thattheboxandcontentswouldnevergetfarthernorththanthestudioofmymisanthropicfriend，inChambersStreet，NewYork。
Forthefirstthreeorfourdayswehadfineweather，althoughthewindwasdeadahead；havingchoppedroundtothenorthward，immediatelyuponourlosingsightofthecoast。Thepassengerswere，consequently，inhighspiritsanddisposedtobesocial。Imustexcept，however，Wyattandhissisters，whobehavedstiffly，and，I
couldnothelpthinking，uncourteouslytotherestoftheparty。