When we got to Poole's Bridge, there happened to be a great concourse of wagons, carts, &c., so that we could not pass for some time--Miss _Jenny_ frightened--my wife very impatient and uneasy--wondered I did not call out to those impudent fellows to make way for us; observing that I had not the spirit of a louse. Having got through this difficulty, we proceeded without obstruction--my wife in good-humor again--Miss _Jenny_ in high spirits. At _Kensington_ fresh troubles arise. "Bless me, Miss _Jenny_," says my wife, "where is the bandbox?" "I don't know, Mamma; the last time I saw it, it was on the table in your room." What's to be done? The bandbox is left behind--it contains Miss _Jenny_'s new wire-cap--there is no possibility of doing without it--as well no New York as no wire-cap--there is no alternative, we must e'en go back for it. Teased and mortified as I was, my good wife administered consolation by observing, "That it was my business to see that everything was put into the chair that ought to be, but there was no depending upon me for anything; and that she plainly saw I undertook this journey with an ill-will, merely because she had set her heart upon it." Silent patience was my only remedy. An hour and a half restored to us this essential requisite--the wire-cap--and brought us back to the place where we first missed it. After innumerable difficulties and unparalleled dangers, occasioned by ruts, stumps, and tremendous bridges, we arrived at Neshamony ferry: but how to cross it was the question. My wife protested that neither she nor _Jenny_ would go over in the boat with the horse. I assured her that there was not the least danger; that the horse was as quiet as a dog, and that I would hold him by the bridle all the way. These assurances had little weight: the most forcible argument was that she must go that way or not at all, for there was no other boat to be had. Thus persuaded, she ventured in--the flies were troublesome--the horse kicked--my wife in panics--Miss _Jenny_ in tears. _Ditto_ at _Trenton-ferry_. As we started pretty early, and as the days were long, we reached Trenton by two o'clock. Here we dined. My wife found fault with everything; and whilst she disposed of what I thought a tolerable hearty meal, declared there was nothing fit to eat. Matters, however, would have gone on pretty well, but Miss _Jenny_ began to cry with the toothache--sad lamentations over Miss _Jenny_--all my fault because I had not made the glazier replace a broken pane in her chamber window. N. B. I had been twice for him, and he promised to come, but was not so good as his word.