025_Page 23Thursday. 11.th. August. 1842. New. York.

A changing day of heat, cold, sunshine, and rain.

I slept wretchedly, knowing we must set off so early in the morning. At five, I jumped up, dressed, called Garret and hurried the children. We took a hasty breakfast, and set off for the Boat. The sky was thick and dark, but we apprehended no storm, although a few drops of rain fell early in the morning. We were doomed however to a severe storm of rain, wind, thunder and lightening, severe enough to daunt the bravest heart on board. The Troy, laid on her beam ends nearly two hours, the passengers both male, and female crowded into the cabin, the rain pouring in torrents, sky dark, and the dismayed countenances around, appearing still more alarmed, at each vivid flash, which seemed to penetrate our very souls. At length a severe crash instantly following the sheet of fire, made each one exclaim “The Boat is struck.”
Soon after this the rain abated, and when we reached out lan-
ding place the sun shone brightly, enlivening each one with
its cheefull beams. Our ride to Kingston was pleasant,
we dined at “Mrs Clarks,” and then rode out to “Marbletown.”
We found all well, and Maria on the portico expecting us.
Miss Wicks, was visiting Maria; sister to their new inmate Dr [W].
The children behaved very well on the jaunt; Remsen, went
to sleep on my lap in the midst of the storm.
Miss Hill, and Miss Popham, were travelling alone, I introduced
them to Mr H. who put them ashore to their relief.
the country looked very beautifull, green, and luxuriant, I
enjoyed our ride out very much.
We found our rooms prepared, and the house much impro-
ved. A double piazza around the front, adding much to the
beauty of the house.