ALEXANDER ANDERSON, M.D.
APPENDIX B.

several of the relations and neighbours collected in the room where she was laid out.—I began to sketch the features of the corpse, although in a very disadvantageous position for that purpose.—The old man entered the room, and his sobs burst forth as he stoop’d over the head of the bed and view’d the original.—The drawing I took with me in order to finish it.—
   May 11th. “Blessed are the pure in heart, for the shall see God.” How impolitic is it then to defile the soul for a little sordid gain or for the sake of exciting a short-lived pleasure.
   12th. This being the Anniversary of Tammany, an oration was deliver’d by Mr. Wortman, in the Old Presbyterian Church.—I attended and heard it. It might be reckon’d an excellent composition, but was almost spoilt by the ungraceful gestures of the orator.—Just as the Society enter’d the church a violent storm of hail began.—
   May 13th. A. Tiebout brought me a most excellent medicine; viz. 125 dollars (which I had lent him) and the interest, amounting to 5 dollars.
   About twelve O’clock I took my trunk and went down to Mr. Bailey’s.—Augustus got ready and we trudg’d down to the boat near the Albany pier. Here we met with a disappointment, for the boat

 

was not to sail ‘till high tide. My fellow traveler began to swear & splutter.—I prevail’d upon him to go home with me and eat some bread and cheese. –Between 3 & 4 we set sail, and, after narrowly escaping being run down by a vessel and breaking and Indiaman’s windows, we glided along very pleasantly. When we came in sight of the lighthouse, the wind died away and we must content ourselves with sleeping supperless.—A. B. found means to hold a conversation with almost everyone on board. –He began to show us a specimen of his dancing abilities and perform’d a number of manoeuvres while I whistled for him.—
  14th. I got a nap last night, upon a bed of down—right hard wood.—
   About 7 this morning we landed at South Amboy.—Breakfasted at the Stage-house, where we met with very good treatment, and then seated ourselves in the Stage, to the number of 14 or 15.—Mr. Ellis who keeps the Porter House—from London; Corre and his four chidren going to make ice-cream in Philadelphia; a fat old Quaker; two Scotch traveling traders; a Flat-bush scholar; an old Roman Catholic Irish lady, & c.—With these we jogged n very cheerily, while A.B. was incessantly talking or singing.—When some doses of liquor had rais’d

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CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B