The day was bright and clear and the sun rose splendidly as we were still more than sixty miles from New York. We were consequently all the morning in passing these and arrived barely at twelve. Indeed I was apprehensive that I should be compelled to wait, but by an immediate exertion on the part of the driver of a hackney coach, another gentleman and I succeeded in making good our course. The Captain was just giving the order to push off. Our hurry through Broadway was ludicrous as our hackman’s horses were not accustomed to such unusual speed. But I was saved by it a ride at Night in the Mail. We arrived in the Steamboat Bellona at New Brunswick, took Stage immediately and reached Trenton at ten to sleep. I was treated with great attention and kindness throughout.