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burn lime for New York. The kilns are in the bank, close to the river. Poughkeepsie is a village on the east side of the river. The land appears bar-ren and shrubby, especially where the limestone mostly abounds. 8th. About six in the morning, arrived at Alba-ny, having sailed one hundred miles in twelve hours. Last night we passed the city of Hudson, where a number of Friends reside. At Albany we met with great civility. The minister of the congregation in-troduced himself to us, and said he wished our er-rand crowned with success; and that he would make it his care, publicly to offer up his prayers for us, which would be joined by ten or eleven hundred others, and he hoped would be available. He ap-peared a good natured, tender spirited man. His name was Bassett. In the afternoon, five Indians passed through this town. I stopped them at the city tavern, gave them some refreshment, and money to bear their expenses. Their company consisted of an old woman, a son, two daughters, and a grandson. One of the young women was named Mehetable, the other Keturah. Our secretary, Story, sent a written message to Cap-tain Hendricks, at the Oneida Lake, by one of the young men, one hundred and twenty miles distant: which he engaged to deliver in three days. They all appeared simple, and their countenances innocent. Their name and visage impressed my mind with a remembrance of good old Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The city of Albany is chiefly settled with the de-scendants of emigrants from Holland. They are generally a recluse, busy people: which bears the appearance of inhospitality, or want of sociability