Preaching than is Consistent in itself or my Circumstances of body & mind Would Admit of —— I am Pleased with the mode in which the late Mutiny in the Jersey Line was Suppressed & Could Wish the Same Steps had been taken with the Pensylvanians—The Soldiers in Our Army have Doubtless many Causes of Complaint, but a spirit of insurrection Should never be indulged in an Army, They Marched thro this place in remarkable good Order; The fate of _Sir Harry’s_ Wretched Emisaries Which, I presume you have heard Prooves Your Conjecture Respecting the Enemy’s Joy on the Occasion to have been Judicious—Recruiting Business we hear goes on in Pensylvania With Unexpected Success—If M^r Bracket tarrys with us till Thursday I shall Probably have it in my Power to Send you The paper; I had Engaged a Quantity of butter, but from the bad Prospect of any Conveyance this winter I declined, should a proper Conveyance Occur I shall Endeavour to Procure Some for you: The Rev^d M^r. _Leydt_ is recovered from his illness that had nearly Prooved the Cause of his Death, & is hammering away at the Ladies’ headdress with as much Vehemence As ever—M^r. Hardenbergh it is reported will move in the Spring: I have the honour to be With Sincere Respect & Esteem Your Fellowlabourer in C & Truy humble Servt SOLOMON FRELIGH (Addressed:) The Rev^d M^r D: Romeyn fav^d M^r. Braket } at Hackinsack. } A DAY IN THE GREAT DISMAL SWAMP [The stories and legends associated with the Swamp are many. The most authentic and pathetic of all, and the one which Thomas Moore has made the theme of a poem, is to this effect: a young man who lost his mind on the death of the girl he loved, disappeared, and was never heard from. As he had frequently said, in his delirium, that she was not dead, but gone in a canoe to the Swamp, it is supposed that he wandered there in search of her, and died from exposure. CHARLES LANMAN, 1847.] And all night long, by her fire-fly lamp She paddles her light canoe.—MOORE. It seemed as if we had hardly been asleep an hour when a knock resounded on our door, and a voice from the outside said: “Six o’clock, ladies; breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, and the carriage will be here at half-past six.” With half-shut eyes we made our toilet, and we were even too sleepy to enjoy the well-cooked breakfast which was spread for us in the dining-room of the little Suffolk inn where we had taken lodging for the night on our arrival by train from Norfolk.