LIFE OF WILSON. 
Ixxxix 
To Mr. D. H. MILLER. 
Windsor, Vermont, October 26, 1808. 
Dear Sir, 
“ I wrote you two or three weeks ago from Boston, 
where I spent about a week. A Mr. S., formerly piuvate secretary 
to John Adams, introduced me to many of the first rank in the 
place, Avhose influence procured me an acquaintance with others, 
and I journied through the streets of Boston with my book, as I did 
at Newyork and other places, visiting all the literary characters I 
could find access to. 
“ I spent one morning examining Bunker’s Hill, accompanied 
by lieutenant Miller and sergeant Carter, two old soldiers of the 
Revolution, who were both in that celebrated battle, and who point- 
ed out to me a great number of interesting places. The brother of 
general Warren, who is a respectable physician of Boston, became 
very much my friend, and related to me many other matters res- 
pecting the engagement. 
“ I visited the University at Cambridge, where thei'e is a fine 
library, but the most tumultuous set of students I ever saw. 
“ From the top of Bunker’s Hill, Boston, Charlestown, the 
ocean, islands and adjacent country, form the most beautifully 
varied prospect I ever beheld. 
“ The streets of Boston are a perfect labyrinth. The markets 
are dirty ; the fish market is so filthy that I will not disgust you 
by a description of it. Wherever you walk you hear the most 
hideous howling, as if some miserable wretch were expiring on the 
wheel at every corner; this, however, is nothing but the draymen 
shouting to their horses. Their drays are twenty-eight feet long, 
drawn by two horses, and carry ten barrels of flour. From Boston 
I set out for Salem, the country between swampy, and in some 
places the most barren, I’ocky and desolate in nature. Salem is a 
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