Letters to the Children. 51 



clumsil}^ built, and, withal, the town has a heavy, 

 sombre cast. The next peculiarity is the number 

 of Indians we everywhere meet with — in the mar- 

 ket, in particular. They are full of traffic, and are 

 rather better dressed than J expected. We visited 

 St. Regis, the residence of the Indians — a village 

 with a Catholic Church. There are but two white 

 families in this place. J. B. 



Fkom his Journal. August 9th, 1827. 



Left Lansingburg at 8 A. M., in company with my 

 sister Eva, and my sister-in-law, Miss Martin. At 

 Troy, we took tlie steamboat, and reached upper 

 Red Hook Landing in the afternoon ; that night we 

 spent at my uncle S's. He has a charming family; 

 his wife is a model of what a woman ought to be, 

 and the daughters are pretty, amiable and indus- 

 trious. Last night I slept badly and was feverish. 



To Mrs. Bachman. 



Lansingburg, August 7th, 1827. 



My Dear Harriet: I am longing to be with you 

 in Charleston. The thought of my silent, deserted 

 old home here, is very painful to me. 



I have, to-da}^ had my last meeting with my 

 father's Executors; and I believe that my mother's 

 affairs are so arranged that she will be above Avant, 

 during the rest of her life. 



I will devote the remainder of my time in writ- 

 ing to the children. 



To Miss Maria R. Bachman (Aged eleven.) : 



My dear daughter Maria: I have received your 

 very affectionate letter and rejoice to hear from your 

 mother that you are studious, industrious, and well 

 behaved. 



