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would seem to shrink back as though afraid, the young one would rise up and eagerly exclaim, (beckoning to her at the same time,) 66 come out, come out, let's look at you, don't be afraid." The house was in one continued roar of all things, they disliked the clapping and the drop of the curtain.

Troy-Before my visit to the New-England states, I took a ride up the Hudson as far as Troy, to see the ca nal. The distance from Albany to Troy is six miles, and the road lies on the margin of the canal. The ca nal is 40 feet wide, 4 feet deep, and very straight; this, and its symmetry, constitute its beauty: it is upwards of 300 miles in length-cost rising of $4,000,000, and ter minates in Albany, by a basin. From a bridge which is thrown across it, on our way to Troy, we had an exten sive view of it both ways. Nothing can be handsomer. But language fails me in describing this wonder-working state. Besides this canal, they have, at their last session, appropriated $1,000,000 for public uses! this speaks the character of the people more emphatically than volumes of news-papers and books. Troy is at the head of sloop navigation, and has considerable trade: it is a very handsome city, built chiefly of brick, and some of the houses on the bank of the Hudson are five stories high, having double ware-houses, so that when the river is high, the goods can be taken in at the second story, the first beFrom these houses which hang ing wholly under water. over the Hudson, you have one of the finest prospects in the country A female seminary of high repute is kept at Troy, by Mrs. Willard, who has nothing very remark. able in her appearance, excepting her masculine size.She appeared to be about thirty years of age, of a fair compexion, and regular, though coarse features. Her countenance and carriage are very majestic and striking. She is said to be the best qualified female teacher in the state. Here, too, I had an interview with the celebrated Mrs. French, one of the handsomest females of the age: her beauty, however, is her least recommendation, being possessed of every accomplishment which adorns her sex, or renders them interesting. To my no small pleas

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On my return to Albany, I called at the Watervliet U. S. arsenal, which is on the same side of the Hudson with Albany. The armory consists of a vast building in length, filled from the bottom to the top, with arms, as thick as they could stand, one by the side of another. There were 35,251 muskets, 1,835 rifles, 11,500 pistols,

9,853 swords, in complete order. The swords, by some legerdemain contrivance, are formed into flowers and figures, which stick to the ceiling over head, as if by magic. The pistols are likewise suspended in bunches from the cross-beams which support the ceiling; the space between each beam being filled up with the swords, which are fastened with straps of leather to their places. The muskets, each with a bayonet, are placed on their ends, in one solid column, from one end of the building to the other, and confined to their places by strips of wood, leaving a narrow space between each column, to pass, that no room may be lost. The side walls of the building are garnished with swords, in a style of studied elegance. The cartridges are all boxed up, and the whole in complete marching order, at a moment's warn ing. One cannot help shivering at the sight of such an immense pile of deadly weapons. Among the cannon I saw three brass pieces, which were taken from the British, at Saratoga. The gun carriages lie a little west of the arsenal, under long, low sheds, which protects them from the weather; and near these, in rows, are the awful cannon. The commandant, Maj. G. Talcott, is a man of accomplishments, and very gentlemanly appear. ance: I found him at his post, and received from him a very polite reception.

Journey to Springfield, (Mass.)—On the second day of April, 1825, I bid adieu to Albany at 3 o'clock A. M., and set off in the stage for Boston, taking Springfield in my way. It was a clear star-light morning, but the absence of the moon deprived me of the pleasure of seeing the country until day-light, when I found we were in a broken uneven soil, consisting of rugged hills, and narrow vales, which are watered by bright streams of running water. Along those vales, are strips of meadow, covered with cows, calves, and a few shabby colts; amongst which, you see some sorry sheep, and young bleating lambs. It is amusing enough to observe the low Dutch houses sitting down upon the lowest spot they can select, and around mynheer, in close array, stands his cow-house, his stable, and barns, so that he has but a

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After a long groping about the stage, it was pronounced unfit to carry us; the body being completely unhinged from the wheels; otherwise it was unhurt. The passengers had now no alternative but to stay where they were, in the dark, or travel on foot, therefore they resolved to walk to town. On occasions like this, a little common sense is worth all the philosophy in the world. One of our party, whom we may suppose was no friend to walking, observing some fence-rails lying by the road-side, asked the driver if he had any leather straps, old lines or ropes of any sort: being answered in the affismative, it was proposed to raise the body of the stage, and lay on a couple of rails under it, which all being mutually fastened together with a pair of old lines, it made out to carry us to Springfield, though in a slow walk, where we arrived at half past ten o'clock at night, cold and hungry. I suffered from cold, this day, for the first time since my arrival in the Atlantic states; the wind from the snow. covered mountains being chilly and piercing to a degree hardly to be borne. The innkeeper, who expected us, of course, had kept up a glowing fire, which in a few minutes so overcame me with drowsiness, that I was compelled to go supperless to bed.

Springfield.-Springfield is distant from Albany about 65 miles, and from Boston 87 miles. It is situated on the Connecticut river, in a rich soil, and is the handsomest town I have seen yet; it lies partly upon an eminence, and partly on a low, flat situation, precisely like Albany. It consists principally of one street, upwards of a mile in length along the Connecticut, one of the handsomest riv ers in the United States. This street is very wide, and lined on each side with rows of large elm trees, from one end to the other, which, contrasted with the white hous es, gives it that rural appearance, which is so delightful. This street is crossed by others at right angles with the river, and ascends the eminence just mentioned, upon which a considerable part of the town lies. But what renders Springfield an interesting object to travellers, is the U. S. Armory. At Springfield is the principal manutactory of arms in the United States: it is also a milita





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