the steamboat, hoping I might arrive in season to take passage therein, and thus baffle the vigilance of the enemy— but the ship sailed in the morning, and I did not get here till the afternoon; consequently, I failed to accomplish my
April 20. purpose.
My only alternative, therefore, is, to return again to New York to-morrow evening, and stealthily get away, if
April 23. possible, in the Liverpool packet
Probably the Canada (see Abdy's Journal of a residence in the U. S.
London, 1835, 1.1-14). that sails the next morning.
Probably I shall not start in the ship, but go down the river in a pilot-boat and overtake her.
My friends are full of apprehension and disquietude; but I cannot know fear.
I feel that it is impossible for danger to awe me. I tremble at nothing but my own delinquencies, as one who is bound to be perfect, even as my heavenly Father is perfect.
The second trip from New York to Philadelphia was, perhaps, made by the usual route, namely, by steamboa