A DRIVE TO THE FALLS OF THE PASSAIC RIVER, JERSEY STATE

Leaving Hoboken on the Delaware, we proceed along a good road with some

romantic scenery of rock, wood, and water, through the town of Hackensac

to the village of Paterson; where we found a good tavern and an

attentive Landlord, a very remarkable character in the United States:

after dining at the table d'hote, which was very well provided, we set

out to walk to the falls, a mile distant, under a burning sun, which

made it appear at least two. The beautiful clear stream of the gentle

Passaic here suddenly rushes down two perpendicular fissures in the

granite rock; making a grand fall at each, of about one hundred feet,

into a capacious basin beneath; from thence recovering, it murmurs along

a stony bed a mile or two, when resuming {24} a placid course it winds

through a country thickly settled, the inhabitants chiefly Dutch and

Germans; and gliding by the towns of Belville and Newark finally mingles

its waters with the Delaware. The views near Belville, and on the road

to it on the banks of the Passaic, are very fine: but the whole way the

black population were so numerous as to be quite oppressive to the eye

unaccustomed to it; every house we passed presented a group of black

heads huddled together glaring at us:--But the beautiful Passaic has

floated us away from its falls too soon; we must just return thither to

say that we ascended by steps made for the purpose to the top of the

rocks, from whence the river is precipitated. Here are some wide yawning

clefts of great depth, and one of them occasioned a dreadful catastrophe

not long before our coming: a new-married couple accompanied a party to

the falls, and after admiring the tremendous broken and precipitous

rocks and chasms, were returning in order to descend; when the bride ran

back, as she said, to take a last view, and heedlessly going too near to

the edge of the yawning cleft fell into it in sight of her husband, who

in vain rushed to save her--she was seen no more!

On returning to the tavern at Paterson, I asked the little shabby

bare-footed boy, our guide, {25} whether he worked at a wool manufactory

we were passing, "No," said he, rather bluntly; "I go to school; my

father's a 'squire:" thinking I did not hear correctly, I repeated the

question and received the same answer. "And pray what is a 'squire, what

does he do?" "Oh, he attends sessions, trials, and hears causes." "And

what may your father do at other times?" "He _assists_ Mr. ******* at

the tavern there, in the bar!"

We returned to Hoboken by the town of Belville; day departed long before

we got back, and night came on, its darkness beautifully relieved by the

novel effect of the fire-fly, myriads of which were darting in perpetual

motion; and in all directions filling the air and the surface of the low

grounds with brilliant illumination.

We met on the road many small light waggons drawn by two horses

harnessed to a pole, which are here by the country people used

generally: in these the farmer and his family travel at a brisk pace and

very commodiously;--at a distance I at first fancied a handsome Phaeton

approaching, as they drove towards us; indeed, away from the city every

one seems comfortable and independent; we see no misery, no disgusting

army of paupers, not even a beggar to be seen:[7] we have, however, {26}

already discovered that this country is not entitled to a character for

cheap living; for many articles, particularly those of luxury, you pay

at least as much as in England, the difference consisting in this, (a

very material one to the seller,) that here, the whole price of the

commodity goes into the pocket; there, a heavy tax is paid in some shape

or other out of every article sold: for example, the hire of a gig and

horse for the day is here thirteen shillings and sixpence sterling; the

owner puts the whole of this into his pocket, for there is no duty to

government; whereas in England we all know too well that there is an

enormous one, besides an assessed tax for both carriage and horse. Wine

here, though of course to be bought much cheaper by the private

consumer, is charged at least a dollar and a half per bottle at a public

boarding-house, though the duty on importation is trifling; in England

the price is the same, notwithstanding the high duties. As another

instance, washing is done here from three shillings and sixpence to four

shillings and sixpence sterling per dozen, of everything

indiscriminately; though soap is not half the price it is in England,

where the same quantity may be washed for two shillings.

From the above examples, and many more I could mention, it would appear

that the man who should emigrate to this country to _spend_ an income,

{27} might not gain by the change; it is equally evident that the

individual who goes to _make money_ may be benefited.

4th. Sunday here presents a most pleasing contemplation; the people

before united in trade and political government, are now seen shedding

out quietly and in utmost harmony, repairing to the places of worship of

their several persuasions: the English protestant establishment seems to

be well attended; the service with a few alterations, and the (perhaps)

well-judged omission of our frequent repetitions, was very impressively

read to an attentive congregation. The places for worship are generally

strongly and, though plainly, handsomely constructed; yet not perhaps,

strictly according with the best rules of architecture.

We cannot but observe a very striking flatness or insipidity of

character pervading the population, which is not perhaps to be

attributed to bad times, but to various other causes: I am apt to

believe that a large portion bear expatriation with a sort of melancholy

feeling--America is not yet their home,--they talk little of it, but

much of Europe.

The United States is a theatre on which are met all nations of Europe,

each at present attached to the customs they have left there, and

agreeing {28} only in the support of religious and political liberty:

time alone can wear down their heterogeneous habits into a national

character, which many other causes, besides those now enumerated, may at

present unite to oppose: the effect is an evident want of energy, of

heart and soul in every thing animating to other nations. I am just

returned from witnessing the celebration of the anniversary of their

Liberty,--such a festival might well be expected to call forth every

spark of enthusiasm; but, even then, not an eye either of spectators or

actors glistened with joy or animation, the latter seemed walking to a

funeral; the others contemplating the melancholy ceremony! Nothing could

dispel the illusion but the gay clothes of the female spectators, to

which their countenances in general bore a strong contrast.

Notwithstanding these unfavourable impressions however, one could not

but at intervals feel gratified;--it was the assembly of a people to

commemorate the epoch of their liberty, and _we wished_ to discover an

elevation of character deserving of the blessing, and to hail them as

brothers.

_July 6th._ Took leave of New York, of which city, perhaps I may have

said more than necessary, so much having been published before. By steam

boat and land carriage we were conveyed {29} to Bordentown, a beautiful

elevated situation, commanding most extensive views, where Joseph

Buonaparte at present resides.[8] He lives quietly and hospitably, and,

by accommodating himself to the people, exists amongst them

undisturbed:--on his arrival he received a mark of attention as uncommon

as it was unexpected; a mob at Philadelphia collected to see and welcome

him; a compliment he mistook, for not aware of their intention, and

supposing it might be to seize and deliver him up, he was with

difficulty at length prevailed upon to shew himself and receive their

friendly greetings. He is fond of shooting and finds plenty of sport: in

the widely spread low grounds covered with brush wood, the Wood-cock and

Snipe abound; and the Partridge or Quail is plentiful in the high

country. At a little distance from Bordentown, on the edge of a

precipitous cliff, and surrounded by wood, forming a pleasing retreat,

stands his house.[9]

7th. Much pleased with the scenery during the passage down the Delaware;

on its beautiful Pensilvania side many of the houses appeared to be

placed in delightful situations: as we floated {30} along the Sturgeon

was seen frequently darting upwards at the insects on the surface; he is

a fish but little valued here, either because his flavour is not so good

as it is with us, or perhaps a _royal_ fish suits not republican

palates. The spot where Penn first landed in search of a site for his

intended city was pointed out as we passed; and soon after came in view

PHILADELPHIA, presenting by no means so favourable a coup d'oeil as

New York had done.

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