W. 5 00
John A. Gordon’s Madeira, imported into Philadelphia
  1798 5 00
Caroline, an old family-wine 5 00
Gordon, Buff, Inglis, and Co.’s, imported by H.G. 
  Otis and Edward Tuckerman, Esq., 1811, G. 5 00
Stalk’s Madeira, bottled in Calcutta, imported 1825 6 00
Hurd’s Madeira, bottled in 1822 in Calcutta 5 00
Essex, Jr., imported 1819 6 00
Smith and Huggins, Dyker’s White top, bottled in
  1800 in St. Eustatia 7 00
Tuckerman’s B., 1810 7 00
Thorndike’s A., 1809 8 00
Wedding Wine 8 00
Gov.  Philip’s Wine 9 00
Gov.  Kirby’s original bottles, OO 12 00

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Monday morning, the 2nd.—­After breakfast despatched three-quarters of a hundred newspapers to my old and valued friends in England.  They keep no stock on hand for promiscuous sale:  they printed them on purpose for me.  After which I visited the business parts.  All the streets filled with empty cases, which they had just cleared for the Fall trade:  auctioneers hammering away in all corners, knocking goods about as if they cost nothing.  In the stores there appears no system—­all is confusion.  The heat was awful till seven P.M., when the rain came down in torrents:  at the same time the atmosphere was brilliantly lighted by flashes of electric fire.  Took Mr. and Mrs. Green to the Park Theatre, to patronize Anderson as Othello, Miss Clara Ellis as Desdemona, and a Mr. Dowsett as Iago, all of whom crossed with us.  A poor set out.  Theatrical property in the States, I understand, is at a greater discount than in England.  Poor Mr. Simpson, whom I sat next to in my passage, is the proprietor—­a worthy man, and much esteemed.  To bed at eleven.

Tuesday.—­A long day of business.  Observed with regret their loose mode.  All busy; and they appear to think good times will last for ever.  Nearly all have failed at one time or the other.  Bankers discounting liberally at present; and all appear to be trying who can sell cheapest.  Retired to rest at eleven, lost in amazement, and the reflection that this state of things cannot last long.

Wednesday.—­Ascertained the geography of the town pretty well; and so I ought, for I walked till I was nearly red in the face, and my shirt wet through.  Engaged at the present moment, ten P.M., writing this, with all my bedroom windows open, and in my shirt. Hot! HOT!!  VERY HOT!!!

Thursday.—­Called upon Mr. J.J.  Echalaz, at Goodhue and Co.’s, where I received marked attention from both Mr. E. and his employers.  When I introduced my letters from E.B.  Webb, at Baring’s, got some valuable information, and letters of introduction to Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, Washington, and Canada.  Afterwards took a turn amongst the retail-shops, to see their system.  Mr. Stewart, Broadway, and a few others, are done upon the London style, but the lower class take any price they can get.  Disco-