I visited several interesting establishments this morning. Merry Meriden is famous for its manufactories of electro-plated silverware. Unfortunately I am not yet accustomed to the heated rooms of America, and I could not stay in the show-rooms more than a few minutes. I should have thought the heat was strong enough to melt all the goods on view. This town looks like a bee-hive of activity, with its animated streets, its electric cars. Dear old Europe! With the exception of a few large cities, the cars are still drawn by horses, like in the time of Sesostris and Nebuchadnezzar. * * * * * On arriving at the station a man took hold of my bag and asked to take care of it until the arrival of the train. I do not know whether he belonged to the hotel where I spent the night, or to the railroad company. Whatever he was, I felt grateful for this wonderful show of courtesy. "I heard you last night at the Opera House," he said to me. "Why, were you at the lecture?" "Yes, sir, and I greatly enjoyed it." "Well, why didn't you laugh sooner?" I said. "I wanted to very much!" "Why didn't you?" [Illustration: "I WAS AT YOUR LECTURE LAST NIGHT."] "Well, sir, I couldn't very well laugh before the rest." "Why didn't you give the signal?" "You see, sir," he said, "we are in Connecticut." "Is laughter prohibited by the Statute Book in Connecticut?" I remarked. "No, sir, but if you all laugh at the same time, then----" "I see, nobody can tell who is the real criminal." The train arrived. I shook hands with my friend, after offering him half a dollar for holding my bag--which he refused--and went on board. In the parlor car, I met my kind friend Colonel Charles H. Taylor, editor of that very successful paper, the Boston _Globe_. We had luncheon together in the dining car, and time passed delightfully in his company till we reached the Grand Central station, New York, when we parted. He was kind enough to make me promise to look him up in Boston in a fortnight's time, when I make my second appearance in the City of Culture. [Illustration] CHAPTER VII. A TEMPTING OFFER--THE THURSDAY CLUB--BILL NYE--VISIT TO YOUNG LADIES' SCHOOLS--THE PLAYERS' CLUB. _New York, January 9._ On returning here, I found a most curious letter awaiting me. I must tell you that in Boston, last Monday, I made the following remarks in my lecture: