laughed to see us, has a very pleasant situation, overlooking a rich and very beautiful valley, a pleasant house and a yard adorned with shrubbery, we visited the Colleges, were treated very politely by the President and Lady, invited with warmth to stay—took tea with Fanny—set out for Utica in the same careless way we came, continuing to beg my Father, to drive with more care, without any effect—we had proceded about a mile—were going over a plane, perfectly smooth and level when our horse stumbled fell, and broke the thill of the carriage—Father was going to jump out—I begged him to sit still, in a moment the horse got up again, and stood perfectly still. I ran to a house to get some assistance, but there was no _man_ at home—but coming out I saw a student of the College at some distance—I requested him if he was going that way, to step in and inform Dr. Noyes of our accident—but he mentioned there was a black Smith at a little distance, and he would call in, and request him to aid us; but the black Smith was not at home, so he returned; we fortunately found a strong rope, used as a halter in the gig, the young man procured a strong piece of wood—he and Father bound the wood around the broken part firmly—and we got in again—I at last prevailed upon Father to let me drive—and we arrived at Utica in safety—_Father taking the reins near the town_. The same evening we took the Canal boat for Syracuse—here there was an old Scotch man who kept the gentleman in a roar the greater part of the time—at Syracuse they make salt by evaporation—the next morning Miss P—— and myself took a wagon and a boy and went to Salina, where we saw the salt works which were a great curiosity—returned before breakfast, and took the stage to Auburn—Mrs. Bacon gave us a letter to her son who resides there he called upon us with a Mr. Fanning a classmate of Williams—and told us they would wait on us to the States Prison after dinner—at the dinner table we met Mr. Sam Miles Hopkins—who is an inspector of the Prison, and was there on that business—he with the young gentlemen, accompanied us into every part of the prison—introduced us to Judge Powel, the keeper—who took us into his sitting parlour and gave us a glass of wine, after our walk over the Prison we took a carriage and went to Cayuga to Mr. Mumfords, where they appeared happy to see us—the next day at eleven we got into the stage for Rochester. here Miss P—— and myself almost lost our hearts for one of our travelling companions—a very intelligible—agreeable, social, Irish gentleman, by the name of Hogan—we travelled with him to Rochester part of two days through a most interesting country passing Geneva Canandaigua—and had a delightful ride—at Rochester we stopped to pass the Sabbath—found a great number of acquaintances. Mr. Livingston who married Miss C. Landon, Mr. Perkins who married Miss C.—Deming—Frederick Backus—Mr.