We all left London on Sunday morning, between ten and eleven, from the Waterloo station, and arrived in Southampton about two, without meeting with anything very remarkable on the way. We put up at Chapples Castle Hotel, which is one of the class styled commercial, and, though respectable, not such a one as the nobility and gentry usually frequent. I saw little difference in the accommodation, except that young women attended us instead of men, - a pleasant change. It was a showery day, but Julian and 1 walked out to see the shore and the town and the docks, and, if possible, the ship in which Sophia was to sail. The most noteworthy object was the remains of an old castle, near the water-side the square, gray, weed-grown, weird keep of which shows some modern chimney- pots above its d battlements, while remaining portions of the fortress are made to seem as one of the walls for coal depots, and perhaps for small dwellings. The English characteristically patch new things October into...