Friday morning.—­A regular wet day.  Got a bad cold.  Made several calls.  Visited the American Institution or Exposition in the evening, where all descriptions of domestic manufacture, implements, &c., are exposed for inspection and prizes:  also cattle, horses, and a ploughing match:  30,000 people had attended during the week.  Such expositions are very desirable.  Spent the evening with Mr. and Mrs. Green, and retired to rest at eleven.

Saturday, the 19th.—­No mail, although fifteen days out.  Took leave of all customers, finished my business, and satisfied myself that there are not more than six lace-importers in New York whom I would trust, most of whom we shall have arranged with Mr. S. Pickersgill for our future journey.  Visited Barnham Museum, the owner of Tom Thumb; and found out he is an English-bred boy, and no American giant.  Spent a quiet evening with Mr. and Mrs. Pearce.  Retired to bed early:  could not sleep for reflecting.

Sunday morning.—­No mail.  Most anxious for my despatches.  Dr. Keen called, and had a walk.  Paid a visit to Dr. Dewey’s handsome Unitarian chapel, and heard an excellent sermon.  Spent an hour more with Dr. Keen, and dined with W.C.  Pickersgill, Esq., our banker, a most intelligent, well-informed man.  He is the partner of Fielding Brothers, Liverpool, and married Miss Riggs of Baltimore.  Took tea and spent the evening with A.T.  Stewart and his wife, my fellow-passengers out, and first-rate people; and retired to my bedroom to read the Bible at nine.

Monday.—­A most unpleasant journey.  Took the Philadelphia rail to Elizabethtown.  Thence to Sommerville, and to Clover-hill per waggon, in search of Mr. D——­’s brother.  Arrived at three o’clock, and found he was from home:  waited at a farmhouse till ten, when he arrived, and I soon found out that the American atmosphere had contaminated him.  A regular thief!—­would not pay his brothers (B——­ and D——­) a cent out of L300 he owes them.  Although I was miserable both in body and mind, I benefited by what I saw at this humble place.  I saw happiness without ostentation:  a good husband and amiable wife.  They strove to make me comfortable.  I had mush and milk for supper, lapped myself up in a blanket, and laid down till five in the morning.  Moses M. Bateman drove me back 16 miles, and I returned to New York (70 miles) after a fruitless journey.

Tuesday.—­Found my letters per Acadia:  they gave me much domestic gratification.  Two I had from my wife, and one from Bow Churchyard.  These were in answer to my first despatches.  I dined and spent a quiet evening with Mr. and Mrs. Pearce and Mr. Flanden, and retired to bed early.