crossed, 100 or 150 miles higher, to Hanover, the day that I arrived at Concord, whence I wrote to you in the summer.

Hartford is a pretty New England town, beautifully situated. The principal street, as usual, is very long, very wide, and lined with two rows of American elms, which form a handsome avenue. I travelled about for half an hour after my arrival, and then returned to my inn, where the civility of the landlord formed a strong and pleasing contrast to the apathy of my Newhaven host. Indeed, it was an excellent inn, perhaps the best, or nearly so, that I have seen in America; the chamber was so neat and well-furnished, that it reminded me of home, and my little tea-tray, (for the landlord indulged me, and I indulged myself, with my tea in my own room for once,) exhibited a degree of taste in the disposition of its china, and cut-glass preserve dishes, which would have astonished some of my countrymen, if they could have seen them.

Here, as at Concord, I found two large handsome volumes of Scott's Bible, in the mahogany drawers. After tea, I wrote to, and the following morning, (Sunday,) I attended the Episcopal Church. It was so lined with Christmas,

either winding round the pillars, or hung in festoons round the gallery, that it resembled a grove. The subject of the sermon was an exposition, or vindication of the Liturgy, and my heart warmed when I heard the minister enumerate, among its claims to the affectionate regard of the congregation, "the opportunity which it afforded them of worshipping in the very words in which saints had, for centuries, breathed their devotions in the land of their fathers, and of still offering their incense in the same censer with their brethren in Britain, that brighter star in the firmament of the Reformation." In the afternoon, I attended the Presbyterian, or Scotch Calvinistic Church, when we had an excellent sermon. At the close of the service, the minister announced that it was the wish of many of the congregation, that the following Friday should be set apart for prayer and fasting; and that it was expected it would be observed by the members of the church. I felt that I was among the descendants of the Puritanic exiles, (for such were many of them, rather than emigrants,) and I could not but breathe an earnest wish, that the spirit of an Eliott might still linger in the land which preserved these vestiges of more devotional times.-The Presbyterian church was larger and handsomer

than Mr.

's chapel; the Episcopalian on a par with St.; and there was nothing to distinguish the congregations from that of either of them. At noon, I walked for an hour, up the valley; the soft air, and the surrounding scenery, in its winter garb, reminded me strongly of some of our most beautiful mild winter days.

I find, in looking over my letter, that I have said nothing of the town of Newhaven. It is the prettiest town I have seen in this country, and I do not remember one that I think prettier in England. One of the churches has a Gothic tower, which, from its reminding me so strongly of home, both when I saw it from the bay, in October, and during this visit, I think it must be the only one I have seen in America ; and as I cannot recollect any other, I suppose it is. I left Hartford at 5 o'clock on Monday morning, a lovely spring-like day, and arrived here, (Providence, Rhode Island,) 70 miles distant, at the same hour in the evening; the road being in excellent order for sleighing.

The New York papers mention a fleet of ships being off, so that I hope, on my arrival in three or four days, at New Bedford, to receive my letters.

The following is the statement that I promised to attach to this letter; it is copied from a New York newspaper.

Thirty-five thousand five hundred and sixty passengers arrived at the port of New York, from the 1st of March, 1818, to the 11th of December, 1819, as entered at the Mayor's office.

Letter XXXV.

Providence, 31st Jan. 1821.

On the state of public affairs in England, I have no heart to write, though I am sanguine enough to feel considerable confidence in the present stability and the future prosperity of my native country, as well as in her permanent claims to the attachment and veneration of every friend of the human race; but I sometimes feel humbled among foreigners, engaged in the perpetual discussion of the late lamentable proceedings in Parliament, and at seeing the Queen at the head of a column in every provincial paper. As soon as we are known to be Englishmen, (and we are soon recognized as such,) the first question at every pot-house is, "Well, and what are you going to do with your Queen ?"-Even the old widows, in the Asylum in Philadelphia, took a private opportunity, while my conductor's back was turned, to squeeze out of me all the information they could on the subject, I grieve to think how the details of these proceedings have penetrated into the remotest corners of the Union. The fate of the Bill, however,