noise in the cabin and the music of half a dozen game cocks stowed in the lockers.—At day-light we found ourselves under way in the sound—with a gentle breeze and the weather overcast. Mess’d with the boatmen, and made ourselves as contented as possible ‘tll 4 in the after-noon, when we landed once more in our beloved old city.
   31st. Engraving wooden cuts. Spent part of the evening at R. Davis’s, and saw’d away on the Violin for him.—
   As my head is not very fertile at present I can make but few remarks on this past year.
   A tremendous scene have I witnessed,--but yet I have reason to thank the great Author of my existence, and am still convinced that “Whatever is, is right.” I make no petition for the ensuing year.