CLIMATE, SEASONS, ETC. 



1818. 



March u. on to his house. He is a much better gardener, or, 

 rather, to speak the truth, has succeeded a better, 

 whose example he has followed in part. But, his 

 farm yard and buildings ! This was a sight indeed ! 

 Forty head of horn cattle in a yard, enclosed with a 

 stone wall ; and five hundred merino ewes, besides 

 young lambs, in the finest, most spacious, best con 

 trived, and most substantially built sheds I ever saw. 

 The barn surpassed all that I had seen before. His 

 house (large, commodious, and handsome) stands 

 about two hundred yards from the turnpike road, 

 leading from Philadelphia to New York, and looks 

 on and over the Delaware which runs parallel with 

 the road, and has, surrounding it, and at the back 

 of it, five hundred acres of land, level as a lawn, and 

 two feet deep in loom, that never requires a water 

 furrow. This was the finest sight that I ever saw 

 as to farm-buildings and land. I forgot to observe, 

 that I saw in Mr. TAYLOR S service, another man 

 recently arrived from England. A Yorkshire man. 

 He, too, wished to see me. He had got some of my 

 &quot; little books,&quot; which he had preserved, and brought 

 out with him. Mr. TAYLOR was much pleased with 

 him. An active, smart man ; and, if he follow my 

 advice, to remain a year under one roof, and save 

 his wages, he will, in a few years, be a rich man. 

 These men must be brutes indeed not to be sensible 

 of the great kindness and gentleness and liberality, 

 with which they are treated. Mr. TAYLOR came, 

 this morning, to Mr. NEWBOLD S, and brought me 

 on to TRENTON. I am at the stage-tavern, where I 

 have just dined upon cold ham, cold veal, butter 

 and cheese, and a peach-pye ; nice clean room, well 

 furnished, waiter clean and attentive, plenty of 

 milk ; and charge, a quarter of a dollar ! I thought, 

 that Mrs. JOSLIN at Princestown (as I went on to 

 Philadelphia), Mrs. BENLER at Harrisburgh, Mr. 

 SLAYMAKER at Lancaster, and Mrs. M ALLISTER, 

 were low enough in all conscience ; but, really, this 

 charge of Mrs. ANDERSON beats all. I had not the 

 face to pay the waiter a quarter of a dollar ; but 

 gave him half a dollar, and told him to keep the 

 change. He is a black man. He thanked me. 

 But, they never ask for any thing. But, 

 my vehicle is come, and now I bid adieu to 

 Trenton, which I should have liked better, if I had 

 not seen so many young fellows lounging about the 

 streets, and leaning against door-posts, with quids 

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