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which are I believe, a chalybeate. In the evening I returned to Merion, where I lodged, but was kept awake for a while in reflecting on the wide wasting effects of war, probably in consequence of meeting with the family of strangers at the Paoli Tavern. That spot was rendered famous by the de- struction, as is said, of some hundred Americans, who lay encamped there, and were surprized in the dead of the night by a detachment of the English army, and put to the sword. The consequence of which was, I have been informed, that a party of English met with the same fate in a similar way, from the swords of the Americans, on the Banks of Hud- son River. In addition to that event, I understood, from the master of the inn, that the family of strangers I had mentioned, all of whom appeared to be persons of respectability, had been compelled to seek shelter in a foreign land, to avoid the scourge of the sword, which had recently over- whelmed their country. How little do the potentates of the world and their ministers, calculate on the miseries they pro- duce. And ah! how little do they consider what responsibility, in the nature of things, they must inevitably entail upon themselves in a future state of being. 8th Month, 28th, was spent in Philadelphia, where I dined with T. S. and paid a farewell visit