America
His younger daughter by his first wife was adopted by a British General and his youngest daughter was adopted by an Italian family. Trelawny's financial condition became much better around then. In 1832, while on a visit to Liverpool, he decided to travel to the United States. He arrived in Charleston in early 1833. He then travelled to New York in early summer. In New York he met Fenimore Cooper and Fanny Kemble. They then travelled to Niagara. Wherever they went he often talked of staying permanently. He repeatedly raised political issues and furiously argued when disagreed with. In August he decided to try to swim across the rapids below the falls. He successfully made it across, but nearly drowned on the way back. He then travelled to Saratoga, New Haven, New York, and Philadelphia. He then returned to Charleston, preferring the climate there. He was disappointed that his Atheism was poorly received in the United States. He later claimed to have travelled to California in 1833. He was bothered by the way that wealthy Americans tried to copy the habits of Europe. It is unknown exactly what he did in late 1833 early 1834, some have speculated that he made plans to build a utopian community. He travelled to Philadelphia again by autumn 1834. He was very depressed at that time, and returned to England in spring 1835.
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