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They are wakeful, serious, reverent, and atten“ tive in God's house; and gladly embrace op

portunities of hearing his word. Oh! it is “ sweet preaching, when people are desirous of

hearing ! Sweet feeding the flock of Christ, “ when they have so good an appetite !"

How, Sir, did you like my preaching ? Sir, cried I, it was a sermon to pull down the proud, and humble the haughty. I have reason to believe that many of your congregation were under spiritual and scriptural conviction of their sins. Sir, you spoke home to sinners. You knocked at the door of their hearts.

I grant that, said Parson Wens. But I doubt (shaking his head) whether the hearts of many were not both barred and bolted against me.

I had been three months at Occoquan, when I so often caught myself stretching, yawning, and exhibiting other symptoms of Ennui, in my chair, that I began to be of opinion it was time to change my residence. My condition was growing irksome. There was no light, airy vision of a female disciple, with expressive dark eyes, to consider my instructions oracular; but I was surrounded by a throng of oafs, who read their lessons with the same tone that Punch makes when he squeaks through a comb.

I, therefore, resigned my place to an old drunken Irishman of the name of Burbridge, who was travelling the country on foot in search of an Academy; and whom Friend Ellicott made no ,

scruple to engage, though, when the fellow addressed him, he was so drunk that he could with difficulty stand on his legs.

I remonstrated with Friend Ellicott on the impropriety of employing a sot to educate his children. “ Friend,” said he, "" of all the school“ masters I ever employed, none taught my chil56 dren to write so good a hand, as a man who “ was constantly in a state that bordered on in“ toxication. They learned more of him in one s6 month, than of any other in a quarter. I will ss make trial of Burbridge.


Return from Occoquan to New-York--Visit to Mr.

George on Long IslandMeditations among the


10 Baltimore-Mammoth Cheese An exchange of Letters with the Vice-PresidentA Walk to Washington--Congress assembledDebates-Politeness of the Vice-President-A Journey on Foot into Virginia by the Great Falls of the PotomacGet benighted-A kospilable

. Reception at a Log-house in the Woods- À casta-way Sailor restored to the bosom of his FamilyThe Story of Jack Strangeways.

It was not without emotion that I quitted the Banks of the Occoquan ; those Banks on which I had passed so many tranquil hours in study and

meditation. I was about to exchange the quiet of solitude for the tumult of the world, and was posting I knew not whither, without any object to my journeying. I pass over

the common occurrences of the road to Washington ; the contributions levied on my purse by the landlords of Alexandria, and those of the imperial city ; but at Baltimore an accident happened, which I have still, under every combination of circumstance, in my memory's eye.

I had left Peck's tavern in the stage-coach at a very early hour of the morning, when, before we had proceeded half way down Market-street, one of the fore-wheels came off. The driver, on whose presence of mind the safety of the passengers depended, deserted his post in the moment of danger, and leaped from his seat. The horses being without any check, accelerated their

pace, and I can only compare their speed to the rapidity of lightning. This was an awful moment. I expected every moment to be dashed in pieces ; and determined to make one effort for my life, I leaped from the carriage into the street ; an example that was soon followed by two other passengers. In my eagerness to clear the wheels, I leaped further than was necessary, and received a bruise in my forehead: but one of the other passengers was mangled by the flints in the road.

On looking up I could perceive nothing but a flame before me, produced by the horses whose shocs struck fire as they flew ; I followed the car


riage with the third passenger, who had escaped unhurt, solicitous to know the fate of a sailor and a boy whom we had left in the coach. We overtook it at Chinquopin-bill, where the horses in their ascent had slackened their pace; and found the sailor and the boy holding the panting cattle by the reins. I congratulated them on their escape, but when I asked the sailor, Why he had not jumped from the carriage ? “ Avast there,” said the tar, “ more people are lost by taking to “ the boat, than sticking by the wreck; I always • stick to the wreck !"

A fresh coach and horses conveyed us to Chester, where I supped with Monsieur Picbon, Embassador frorn France to America ; and the next " morning arrived at Philadelphia to breakfast.

I sojourned a week at Philadelphia, collecting what money was due to me for the sale of my Novel, and enjoying the converse of that Mammoth of literature, Joseph Dennie, whom I found seated in all the splendour of absolute dominion among his literary vassals.

I called on Dufief: but I found him so occupied in teaching French, and selling books, that he had neither leisure nor disposition for the offices of friendship. Dufief informed me, that Doctor Priestly had called at his shop, and exchanged with him half a dozen copies of Godwin's Political Justice, for the sermons of Massillon, and some other religious works. “This,” said the lively Frenchman, was poor barter, and I resembled the


“ hero in the Iliad, who exchanged a shield of - silver for another of brass.”

From Philadelphia I travelled to New-York, partly by water, and partly by land. In the sage-boat to Burlington was a sweet girl of seventeen, whose voice was music; and who observed that the Pennsylvania shore of the Delaware, was much more pleasant than the Jersey side.

We got to Burlington a little before the going down of the sun. It is built on the Delaware, and at a place so near Philadelphia, I did not expect to be put in the same bed with another passenger. This passenger was going to Canada, and was accompanied on the road with two waggons loaded with bale goods.

The next day we passed through Hiat's-town, which is composed of a meeting-house, a publichouse, and a blacksmith's shop. The next place of any

distinction was Cat's Tail, from which to Allen-town is a rugged and almost insurmountable road, called Feather-bed-lane ! Strange names these for a Christian country.

From Amboy, which terminated our land-travelling, we embarked for New-York, where I found a kind reception at the house of Major Howe. The next day I hastened on the wings of friendship to Mr. George, who was still employed on Long Island in his sublime academy.

I found his bardship walking and meditating near the Dutch church. He received me with transports. We repaired to his house, where I


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