Washington Jan. 22 (Sunday) 1832.
My dear Frances
I arrived here last evening about eight o'clock after a journey of two hundred miles by land over bad roads, and thirty miles by water over rather a rough sea from New York to Amboy. 1 I have not however been at all fatigued by the journey--though I was sick a little in the boat, and for the first day sick in the stage coach. We got to Philadelphia the first night about eleven o'clock, and left it the next morning at half past two-- so that I saw very little of the city. There was a bright moonlight, but riding in a close carriage I could only distinguish that the general appearance of the city before reaching the tavern at which I stopped was shabby. The country from Trenton to Philadelphia along the Delaware is not particularly beautiful--the shores are flat and have not the appearance of much fertility. Before arriving at Trenton you pass through Princeton which is rather pleasantly situated with some neat buildings. Trenton is an ugly place in a low situation on the Delaware. We breakfasted on Friday morning at Chester a rather shabby looking village in Pennsylvania sixteen miles from Philadelphia. Soon after, we entered the state of Delaware. Wilmington is rather pleasantly situated and though in a slave holding state seems to have scarcely a larger proportion of coloured population than New York. The greater number of slaves are owned in the southern part of the state. We entered Maryland a few miles before arriving at Elkton a miserable village situated on some upland meadows overlooking a dirty marsh. From Elkton we proceeded through a sterile desolate uninhabited country mostly covered with scrub oaks. The streams hail no bridges and we were obliged to ford them, and the roads were bail. About four o'clock we arrived at Havre de Grace at the head of Chesapeake Bay. Here we were carried over in a ferry boat. From shore to shore the distance was about a mile and on arriving at the other side we found dinner ready. Two blacks (slaves of course) waited on the table, a man and a little girl six or seven years old, very attentive, and as silent as cats. 2 We then set out and after proceeding about twelve miles through a country mostly covered with wood arrived at a place called the Bush a little village, after which we passed through an open, but not very inviting country, as I should judge, (for it was dark) and at half past elev[en]