Rose at seven and breakfasted on nothing good but eggs. Passed
manufactures of cotton and woollen. Arrived at Worcester at half past
one; the neatest town I have ever seen; every house appeared to be newly
painted white, and with very pretty gardens. The road afterwards hilly
with uneven places where the water gets off the road; the last twenty
miles more even; a good part of the way from Albany is stony, and hence
there are more walls; in many places the stones are too large to remove
and the smaller ones are piled upon them in heaps. I got up to sit with
the driver after breakfast, but was forced in by the sun; it became
cloudy, and I mounted again, and remained out till the last four miles
when it became much colder and was nearly dark. The two last stages, and
one yesterday were twenty miles. Both days have been highly favourable,
not meeting dust and what there was carried away by the wind. Arrived at
Boston half past eight; could not get tea at this great house--took milk
and bread.