which are I believe, a chalybeate. In the evening
I returned to Merion

, where I lodged, but was
kept awake for a while in reflecting on the wide
wasting effects of war, probably in consequence of
meeting with the family of strangers at the Paoli
Tavern. That spot was rendered famous by the de-
struction, as is said, of some hundred Americans,
who lay encamped there, and were surprized in the
dead of the night by a detachment of the English
army, and put to the sword. The consequence of
which was, I have been informed, that a party of
English met with the same fate in a similar way, from
the swords of the Americans, on the Banks of Hud-
son River. In addition to that event, I understood,
from the master of the inn, that the family of
strangers I had mentioned, all of whom appeared
to be persons of respectability, had been compelled
to seek shelter in a foreign land, to avoid the
scourge of the sword, which had recently over-
whelmed their country.

How little do the potentates of the world and
their ministers, calculate on the miseries they pro-
duce. And ah! how little do they consider what
responsibility, in the nature of things, they must
inevitably entail upon themselves in a future state
of being.

8th Month, 28th,

was spent in Philadelphia

,
where I dined with T. S. and paid a farewell visit