Fourth Day
Albany 6th. Mo. 8th. 1796 My dear Friends

Agreeably to the expectation given you in my
last I write again from this low-dutch City, of which you
will have a tolerable idea when you figure to yourselves
an old square Church (with a roof almost high enough
for a steeple, capped with a clumsy belfry) fixed trans-
versely across the center streets, which wind about it
in all directions, generally presenting gable ends, scol-
loped with battlements, and often antiquated with the lead-
ed casements that have so long given way to the improve-
ments of modern times elsewhere. But I am un-
intentionally rambling from Edward Hallock

's patri-
archal family; before I have told you that his Fa-
ther lived to see 140 of his Descendants, to the 4th ge-
nerations; and Edward himself begins to keep count for
100 to the third: like somebody else he is still more
active than either of his sons, abounding with life and
spirit, anecdote and observation. One circumstance
of his life deserves particular attention: shortly after
the British took possession of New York and Long Island,
I think in 1776, he attended the Yearly Meeting then