On the morning of Sunday, we took the Steam Boat to New York. The weather had again changed however for the worse and we were glad to reach New York at about ten o’clock. I then parted company with Dr. Ironside, with some regret as I have found him a very agreeable companion. Good temper is the essential article on a journey, there is no situation in life, it seems to me when it is so severely tried. The Dr. certainly possesses it. I did not see him fretted more than once, and that was when the Driver of the Stage left him at Princeton, whilst in the act of relieving his necessities. As he was suffering at the time from Diarrhoea, he pathetically told me afterwards, I really must confess that no man’s temper could in my belief have stood the test of the combined misfortune. The driver got frightened and stopped but it cost the poor Dr. a severe run to get up with us. The circumstances were evidently provoking and I repeat it, that this affair forms no exception to my observation.

Arrived at New York I went directly to the National Hotel1 where I found that Richardson had not got out of patience and left the City which I much feared, but being a Yankee he could not omit going to Church, and I thus had time to get off the rust of the journey before I met him. Our reunion was a joyful one and we spent the remainder of the day over our old companion, a bottle, talking and telling stories of our past experiences and future anticipations. This we could the more conveniently do as it was Sunday and a rainy day, so that we had no temptations to carry us out; I was at Dinner introduced to Boardman,2 and found many other persons with whom I had formerly been acquainted.