which turns several mills, and whose borders, grac’d with trees, form some enchanting scenes.—
   22nd. Sunday.  I paid off my old landlady this morning and put my baggage on board the same boat in which I came, to return to Philadelphia. At 9 we set sail from Baltimore with a fair wind.—Several jokes were thrown out about the Capt. and the handsome widow, his landlady.—
   I sav’d the expense of a dinner, which would have been a dollar, by a fit of sea-sickness coming on me very seasonably for the good of my purse by the mortification of my body.—Among the passengers was a young lady of pleasure, (if such an abuse of words may be allowed).—She was pale and sickly, but struck the fancy of the Capt. who was very familiar with her.—
   At 6 we arriv’d at French-town, and after getting some bread and butter stepp’d into the stage.—At this time of the day the ride was very pleasant.—There were three sisters in the stage, rough country girls deck’d off with their best clothes. A young Philadelphia Quaker, who sat near me, soon had his arm round one of them and was bussing her with a very good-will during the journey.—A fellow from somewhere back in the woods went through the same ceremony with another, and a