with New Jersey on the left, and passed Elizabeth Port and Payrosville, and saw Newark and the Pacific river about eight miles in the distance:  then passed the Narrows, Governor’s Island, Ellis and Gibbet Islands, and arrived at the Battery at seven, after travelling 400 miles in twenty-seven hours.  Received my letters at the Astor, and was pleased with their news:  retired to rest very tired, after my companion had read two chapters in the Bible to me, which has been our custom since we came together.

I have now seen enough of the independent states of America to convince me that Henry Clay is the proper man for President.  The whole tenor of his life has been for his country’s good.  He feels the moral degradation the states of Pennsylvania, Indiana, Illinois, and Mississippi have brought upon his country by repudiation; and he would, if returned, advocate appropriating the waste lands to paying their debts.  He would also veto annexing Texas and the Oregon territory, and by such means keep the southern and northern states from collision.  My humble opinion is, if the southern states get hold of Texas, as their interests are diametrically opposed to the interests of the North, all they require is a little more strength to set about a separation.

Saturday morning.—­Rose dissatisfied with the Astor, they having placed us four stories high to sleep.  Called upon several friends in the course of the day.  Nothing particular in view.  In the evening visited the Chatham Theatre, a regular Yankee place, to see the original Mr. Rice perform a burlesque Othello!! and the farce Here’s a Go!  He acted to admiration, and sang lots of Nigger songs, amongst which his masterpiece, “Jump Jim Crow,” was encored three times.  He placed us in a private box, and we spent half an hour with him.  A more gentlemanly man I never met.  He is retiring upon a fortune made of L10,000.  Home and to bed at eleven.

Sunday morning.—­Mr. Pearce called for me to go and spend the day at Staten Island, at the Pavilion, where, he was stopping.  We took a long drive past the Quarantine, where the doctor boarded the Western.  Saw the Hospitals, Fort George, the Telegraph, and the very handsome buildings of Mr. Goodue and Mr. Brown, and a magnificent marble building called “The Sailor’s Snug Home:”  an Englishman left the money to build it.  And I was then introduced to the Flandens, Mr. Pearce’s family, and Mr. De la Forest, the French consul, a relative.  Dined, and returned to the Astor.  Paid my bill, and ready to start up the North River for Albany in the morning.

VISIT TO THE CANADAS;
NIAGARA;
RETURN TO NEW YORK & BOSTON;
AND
VOYAGE HOME.