A smoke in the atmosphere, like Indian Summer. Mr Hasbrouck came up in the morning boat, we prepared to leave at two oclock. I packed our trunks, and got ready to start. The country looked delightfull, we all felt sad at parting from our friends. They all shed tears when we left their hospitable house, my eyes were full, and I could not speak my adieus. Our sail home was pleasant and we arrived at New York at an agreable hour. The house was in nice order, and I felt-glad to get safe home once more.