Saturday morning.—­Walked the Market-street, being the market-day.  Was much gratified with the immense quantity of domestic articles of every description, particularly fruit:  water-melons as big as 16 lbs. or 20 lbs. weight, and the finest of peaches selling at 1 s. per bushel.  I then called upon all the commercial people I wished to see, and found they depended upon New York for supply.  Found an old neighbour, Lewis Brown, from Rose Castle, Cumberland, who arrived here without a penny, and is now worth 150,000 dollars.  Returned to Jones’s Union Hotel to dinner.  I may observe, it is the best-conducted house I ever saw, and the cleanest, situated in Chestnut-street, opposite the Arcade.  After dinner, Matthew Williams drove me to the water-works, Fairmount, where there is a magnificent view of the town.  Philadelphia is most bountifully provided with fresh water, which is showered and jerked about in all directions.  The Water-works are no less ornamental than useful, being tastefully laid out as a public garden, and kept in the best order.  The river is dammed and forced by its own powers into certain high tanks or reservoirs, whence the whole city, to the top stories, is supplied at 5 dollars a tap.  It was a fine evening, and we took a long drive, always passing everything on the wrong side.  Very bad roads, and quite new scenery to me.  Returned over a wooden bridge, covered, as they all are; and crossed the Schuylkill river, which runs parallel with the Delaware, distant about seven miles, and joins it there, which makes Philadelphia, like New York, almost an island.

Sunday morning.—­Heard a splendid sermon from Mr. Barnes, at his Presbyterian chapel, Washington-square; text 4th chap. of Philippians, and 8th verse:  “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”  We then walked to Christ Church burying-ground, and saw the grave of the immortal Franklin.  George III. built Christ Church.  After dinner took another drive to Girard College, a splendid unfinished marble structure:  when completed will be the richest edifice of modern times.  Girard was a banker, and died worth 10,700,000 dollars, two millions of which were left to educate and provide for orphans of all classes.  He was a poor French tobacconist, and rose through trading with the West Indies.  We then drove to the Laurel Hill Cemetery, a beautifully situated place or plot of ground, by the Schuylkill river:  there is the figure of Sir Walter Scott’s Old Mortality cut out of solid stone.  The cost for interment is 3s. 6d. per square foot.  We then drove up the Wissiocou-road to German Town, where they beat us in making woollen drawers, stockings, &c., owing to our laws and the American high tariff.  Came home by the West, having now driven all round—­East,