eighty miles. The wind had been very variable the whole day, and our rate of sailing about three knots an hour.-Fine clear weather.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 8th.

1 A. M. Came to an anchor.

6 A. M.

Weighed anchor with wind S. W. 8 A. M. Took the boat and landed at Newburgh, on the W. shore, ninety-eight miles. This is a large and neat town, and a considerable part of it appeared to be recently built. If I may judge from a Newspaper printed here once a week, the great body of the inhabitants are highflying Democrats. The title of the Paper is, "The Rights of Man," and sold for one dollar and a half, or six shillings and ninepence sterling per annum. Breakfast waited my return. I brought on board a supply of bread, milk, butter, tea, and porter; for the porter I paid three shillings and six-pence per bottle, or two shillings sterling.

10 A. M. Passed the small Village of New Windsor, on the W. side, one hundred miles. The Southerly wind died gradually away. On its falling calm we came to an anchor; instantly Jacob and I jumped into the boat, and landed at a solitary house called Marlborough, near the mouth of Murderer's Creek, on the W. side, one hundred and one miles. Wild chesnuts were all that this place afforded us.

We here received a forecastle passenger on board,―a black wench, who surprised me much by addressing me by name. She had been servant to my Landlady at New York, Mrs. Ford, a buxom widow, who married Belvidere, a miserable Frenchman, who not being able to pay for his board and lodging, was happy to surrender his person.

5 P. M. Weighed anchor; the wind being from the S. we were obliged to beat down the River. At this place the River forms a large Bay, contracting at Polleple, or Porpoise Island, being the entrance into the Highlands.

Polleple's Island appears to have been the foreground of Weld's view on the Hudson, the Mountain on the right being the Butter Mountain, and that on the left the Face Mountain; though it has more the appearance of a fancy piece, so little is it characteristic of the sublime and romantic scenery of the Highlands. The profile of the Face Mountain so strongly resembles the profile of the human face, that I had for some time my doubts whether art had not assisted in improving the likeness. I have seen other blockheads which did not possess so sensible a countenance.

8 P. M. Abreast of West-point, one hundred and five miles.

10 P. M. St. Anthony's Nose, Fort Clinton,

and Fort Montgomery, one hundred and nine miles.*

11 P. M. Pass Peekskill, on E. side, and Dunderberg, or Thunder Mountain, on W. side, one hundred and twelve miles.

Midnight. Pass Verplank-point, on E. side, and Stoney-point, on W. side, and enter Haverstraw Bay.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 9th.

6 A. M. Pass Teller's-point, on the E. side, and Verdrielige-hook, on the W. side, one hundred and twenty-five miles, and enter the Tapanbay.

10 A. M. Abreast of Tarry-town, one hundred and thirty miles. The wind being still S. we continued to beat down the River.

Noon. Came to an anchor during the floodtide; took the boat and went on shore; got a supply of bread, milk, hay, and apples. We were here informed that a sloop on her voyage up from New York was lost in the Bay during the severe gale of the 6th.

This event most strongly impressed upon us the folly of repining at what we called “bad

* See the Plate, where St. Anthony is in front, Fort Clinton on the left, and Fort Montgomery on the right. On ascending the River the Plate represents St. Anthony on the right; and Fort Clinton is designated by the house of Monsieur Ducet.