Roused early to go to the Steamboat for New York—Trenton, Captain Jenkins. Mr. and Mrs. Bankhead again with us and Colo. Watmough,1 in the Stage. I never saw dust in such masses. This journey has been more overpowering than any I ever took in my life. A thunder shower came over us while in the Thistle, between New Brunswick and New York. Arrived at six o’clock and found all the family collected together for the first time since March 1825. George’s manners struck me in a very strange way at first, and it has taken some time to become familiarised to them. Miss Abby S. Adams with my Mother. Johnson and I went to the Bowery Theatre.2 Principally to see the Opera dancers. Only two on this evening and these the most indifferent. Mrs. Barret performed her favourite character of Miss Hardcastle.3 She has altered much or else my taste is changed. Perhaps both. At any rate, she was shockingly dressed. I met Tudor, friendly but not warm on either side. My taste has altered here. We were only jolly companions and table friends. I relish these things but little at present and so in all other things our characters bearing no similarity, we feel no regrets in separating.