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the door of the coach, (American coaches have only one door,) and opening it, he said quietly, "Gentlemen, are there any ladies inside?"-the answer was, "not any." "Then, gentlemen, you will tell me if any of you have got arms; if you have, you must give them up." There were none; and the next proceeding was for the passengers to come out one by one, to be tied with their own handkerchiefs, and to draw up in a line opposite a fence, when the robbers for the first time shewed their arms. The mail bags were cut by one of the men, and their contents examined. Taylor relieved the passengers of their pocket books, purses, and watches, and the third robber stood sentry.

On a watch being taken from one of the party, he said to George, "There are marks on that watch which may occasion your detection; besides, it is an old-fashioned silver one, and of no great value to any one but myself, for it is a family one -will you let me keep it?" Taylor restored it. Another man gave up ten dollars very reluctantly, saying, "You see, my man, all I have got to get me a dinner; I am a long way from home." Taylor generously gave back a dollar; but he was outwitted here, for he afterwards learned that the New Englander had notes to the amount of three thousand dollars in his boot, which he saved. The horses were then tied up to the fence;

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two of the robbers leaped over it, and decamped with their booty. Taylor watched the passengers for half an hour, and prevented their raising an alarm; then, telling them they might make the best of their way, he followed his companions. Why he asked if there were any ladies in the coach was, that he might use means to prevent their raising an alarm; for females commonly make a great noise when their fears are excited— men are more silent.

In the last gaol from which Taylor had escaped, the keeper had flogged him and a companion very severely. They vowed vengeance, and on breaking out, they watched the keeper as he walked up the streets. Taylor's companion went behind him and snapped a pistol at his back: Taylor cried out, "That's owing to your d-d cowardly way of going to work," and fired from the opposite side of the street, but missed: he was pursued, taken, and placed where we found him. He gave this piece of advice to travellers: “On the road either go well armed and fire at once when you are stopped, or else give your pistols up. Never parley with a robber whom you mean to resist; if you do, and fail in your resistance, your life is gone. I myself would have been off at once, if, in attempting to rob a mail, a passenger had fired at me without hesitation; but if a passenger had attempted to throw

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me off my guard and afterwards resist, I would certainly have shot him."

I next saw the Philadelphia prison, once so celebrated, but which has been proved not to answer, so far as the reformation of the prisoners is concerned. At night they are locked up separately, but during the day labour in silence together; thus they know one another by sight, so that when they are liberated they think it useless to become honest men, for so many know that they once were rogues. I only heard of two

instances of reform in those who had been inmates of the Philadelphia prison. One went to St. Domingo, and is now in independent circumstances by his own industry; the other went to the back woods of Tenessee, and commenced clearing and farming. He had a wife and young family, and continued industrious for some years, till unfortunately he was discovered by some of his former companions in durance; they threatened, if he did not pay them handsomely, they would inform his neighbours what his former character had been. The poor man satisfied them; but, on their returning again and again to him, and plundering him, he lost heart, and returned to his old vicious courses. Whether the Penitentiary system will succeed in producing reformation by entire seclusion, with labour, and religious instruction by an unseen clergyman, discoursing in the passage

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to the prisoners seated in their cells, remains yet to be proved.

At Philadelphia, through the instrumentality of a lady held in deserved estimation in Ame rica, Mrs. Grant of Laggan, I had great satisfaction in making the acquaintance of Dr. Rush, the worthy son of a sire who was chiefly instrumental in establishing the American Medical School.

I confess I was surprised to see the luxurious living and the expensive furniture of the best classes in Philadelphia. I thought that a Quakersimplicity would have prevailed; but in their lofty rooms the eye was feasted with silken curtains and velvet-covered chairs, gilded walls and ceilings, mirrors and pictures, in costly frames, and, at supper in particular, the viands were delicious and the wines unexceptionable: I make honourable mention of a boned turkey covered with jelly as an excellent standing dish

last year.

A lady who had displayed great taste in the furnishing of her house threw open her rooms to an Englishman of mature age, who for the first time had left his own country, and was grumbling his way through America, and measuring every thing by the standard of England." Pray, what do you think, Sir, of these apartments ?" asked the lady." Why, they are very well in their

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way; but you must get ottomans, madam-you must get ottomans."

At a Wistar party (a literary association founded by the late Dr. Wistar) I was introduced to Major Long, of Rocky Mountain celebrity, who was very communicative regarding the NorthWest. I also conversed with a Count Valverde, who had spent years in foreign travel; and it is a pleasure to record the name of so respectable an old gentleman as Mr. Vaughan, and one who is always so friendly to our countrymen who visit Philadelphia.

In this changeful scene we are doomed to constant disappointments. I experienced a great one at Philadelphia. The only relative I had in America was Colonel Burn, (son of a considerable proprietor in Virginia, and distinguished in the last war as an officer of American cavalry,) who lived in the neighbourhood of the city at the pleasant country village of Frankfort. I anticipated for months before great pleasure in meeting this gentleman, who bore a high character among his acquaintances for a noble bearing and unbounded liberality. But when I was driven out to Frankfort by a kind-hearted countryman, Mr. Arrott, it was only to find my relative's "place empty;" to see his old charger, Silver, grazing in the meadow before the once-cheerful residence, and to brush the snow from a marble slab to read

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