I saw none of the family this morning before I left the City.1 Perhaps this is my last visit, and I look back upon scenes which convey to me the only associations of entire happiness which it has been my lot to meet with as yet in this world. Here my careless days have been passed when I have not felt that I had any cause for exertion and when futurity was not to me as it now is a source of dread. Although this last visit has not been like the former ones, it has still brought up to me many moments of happiness. The kindness of my Mother has compensated to me for many things. In her I have always had a friend, and although she could not feel entirely as I do, she could still produce a strong influence in soothing my moments of gloom.

Our passage to Baltimore was not remarkable for any thing. The day was lovely and the passengers in the Stage pleasant enough excepting that they were a little too much disposed to the discussion of political matter. We arrived at Baltimore in time for the Steam Boat and I launched off immediately to Philadelphia. I met on board Mr. Armstrong with whom I had been slightly acquainted formerly. He is going to Lima as a Commercial Agent.2 He introduced me to Lieut. Macauley of the Marine Corps,3 and we travelled during a rainy night in Company.