In January, or the First Month, as Friends called it, of 1683, the ground having been purchased from the Swedes, who had already a church there, the new city was laid out on a neck of land between the confluence of the Schuylkill and the Delaware, “a situation,” said William Penn, “unsurpassed by any of the many places he had seen in the world.” To the infant city, thus pleasantly situated, the name of Philadelphia, or the City of Brotherly Love, was given. The streets were designated from the native groves of chesnut, pine or walnut through which they ran; and so rapid was the growth of the city, that it contained eighty houses by the end of the year; and in two years time it contained 2,500 inhabitants; schools were established, and a printing-press was at work. In three years it was larger than New York in half a century. Well might Penn observe, that he might without vanity say that he had led the greatest colony into America that ever man did on private credit, and that the most prosperous beginnings which ever were are to be found among them. Well might he say so; for in 1682 alone, the year in which Philadelphia was founded, twenty-two vessels, bringing over 2,000 persons, arrived. Many, coming late in the autumn, took up their temporary abode in caves dug in the river banks to receive them; and provisions falling short, they were fed, as if by Providence, by unusual flocks of pigeons and extraordinary “draughts of fishes,” while the friendly Indians themselves brought them game which they had hunted.