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horses and driver and the worst roads I 

 ever set my eyes on. This part of Jersey 

 is a sad spectacle after leaving the 

 brightest of all the bright parts of Penn- 

 sylvania. My driver, who is a Tavern- 

 keeper himself, would have been a very 

 pleasant companion, if he had not drunk 

 so much spirits on the road. This is the 

 great misfortune of America 1 As we were 

 going up a hill very slowly, I could per- 

 ceive him looking very hard at my cheek 

 for some time. At last, he said : " I am 

 *' wondering. Sir, to see yon look ^o fresh 

 " and so young, considering what you 

 *' have gone through in the world ;" for, 

 though I cannot imagine /lott', he had 

 learnt who I was. " I'll tell you," said 

 I, " how I have contrived the thing. I 

 " rise early, go to bed early, eat sparingly, 

 " never drink any thing stronger than 

 " small beer, shave once a day, and wash 

 " my hands and face clean three times a 

 *' day at the very least." He said, that 

 was too much to think of doing, 

 IVJarch 12. Warm apd fair. Like an English /r5^ of 

 May day in point of warmth. — I got to 

 Elizabeth Town Point through beds of 

 mud. Twenty minutes too late for the 

 Steam-boat. Have to wait here at the 

 Tavern 'till to-morrow. Great mortifica- 

 tion. Supped with a Connecticut farmer, 

 who was taking on his daughter to Little 

 York in Pennsylvania. The rest of his 

 family he took on in the fall. He has 

 migrated. His reasons were these : He 

 has five sons, the eldest 19 years of age, 

 and several daughters. Connecticut is 

 thiokly settled. He has not the means to 

 buy farois for the sons there. He, there- 



