Little house I and son slept in when going to Morristown. With Much fatigue got to Corryells ferry before ten, but cannot tell when I shall get over on account of the Number of wagons that are here. 3 o'clock, still this side of the Delaware on account of the number of the Maryland Militia that are coming over. Mr. Towers very ill, which gives me pain. Sent word to his father by Mr. Huddell and 2 others. After Sunset Mr. Culburts Company helped me over the Delaware. As soon as over got into Quarters at Mrs. Dobes at the ferry. Tuesday 27 sic [28]. Slept very well. Saw Capt. Molder who gave me an account of the health of my family, the first for near a month. Blessed be God they are well. I should have set out for home this Morning, but Mr. John Towers continues to be very ill, I cannot leave him in his present condition. Set out Early this Morning about 2 miles to a doctor for him. If I had not got over Last Night I know not when I should for the ferry float is Broke, for which Providence I Desire to be thankful. Give me a heart blessed God. Two of our horses being Lame, and an Irish Driver I don't know when I shall Set out for home. That Depends on the Safety of Mr. Towers. Mrs. Dobes is kind to him. It is bad to be in a strange place without money, and to have no friend is worse. It is worst of all to be without hope in the Mercy of a gracious God through Jesus. Blessed be His Holy Name for that Degree of hope. I have sent word this Morning by Mr. Cutbort to Mr. Towers father which I don't expect he will get till to-morrow Night. 36 miles, a bad Road, Bed horses, are very Discouraging things. I have been trying to get a light wagon with a cover to take Mr. Towers home, but as yet cannot get any, and when I shall I know not. 2 o'clock and no doctor yet Dined on a good turkey. Sent John Smith to try to get a wagon in order to carry Mr. Towers home To-morrow. Lowery this afternoon. Sent the wagoner for hay. Hope to set out To-morrow for Phila. About 3 o'clock Doctor Enham came and says he will do all he can for him, and that if I take him in the wagon his Life will be in Danger. Mrs. Dobes kindly agrees to Let him Stay at her house. Mr. John Smith and David Stentson consent to stay with Towers. Mrs. Dobes kindly offers to furnish them with provisions. Patrick Grogan is gone to the Doctor. A fine Evening. Likely for a fine Day tomorrow. Mrs. Martha Dodd has kindly furnished a bedstead for Mr. Towers to lay on in a warm Room that has a good fire-place in. The Doctor has sent some drops to take Every two hours, 40 at a time with another vial of Liquid to take a spoonful Every 2 hours, and very kindly provides Drink and other things for him so that I hope he will Soon Recover. The Doctor says his Disorder is a Pleurisy, and near to height. Blessed be God I find myself in good health, hoping to see my family Shortly. I purpose, God willing, to set out to-morrow Morning for home. It is now 9 o'clock at night fine star Light. The Northern Light Shows Like the Moon at its Rising. Monday 28 sic [29]. Sat up with Mr. Towers till Late Last Night to give him his physic, be being in a critical Situation. Laid down and slept about 4 hours. Rose, Loaded the wagon. Set out about 6. The Road being Rough we made but poor progress. Very poor accommodation on the Road. About 10 it began to snow which made our March very troublesome. Stopped often. Lay by the further side of Neshaminy to Rest our horses. Bought some Bran and a loaf of Bread. About 3 set out, and Reached Abbington about six. Stop at a certain Gentleman's house in comfortable Expectation of Quarters, which Begged to be in his Kitchen and a cover for our Baggage, which he Resolutely Refused, and Used some unkind Expressions. Finding I could get no admittance there I ask the Loan of tubs to feed our horses in which he as kindly Refused. I at this time found a comfort in being enabled to throw myself into the arms of that God that supports those that put their trust in him. I told him I intended to proceed to Phila after our horses had fed and Rested awhile for I often Experienced the goodness of God in worst circumstances. I told him I only wanted to Lay at his Kitchen fire a few hours till the Moon Rose. It still Snowed fast. At first Refused our men warming themselves, telling me there was a tavern a little further on, and a good Deal more. I told him I wanted nothing of him. He went in and came out again. I had walked Down the Lane to Reconnoitre the road with a design as soon as the horses had fed and Rested awhile to go on. The Gentleman came and kindly offered me my Request, which, with some Reluctance, I Accepted. At Length put our Baggage under his shed, our horses in his stable. Lay Down by the Kitchen fire. Very comfortable after Eating some warm Bread and Milk. Rose about 3 the 29th. Set out about 4. Reached home, and found my family all well, to my great Satisfaction, about 10. And now what Shall I say. Surely God has Been good to me and mine. Blessed be God my health is preserved through all the fatigue of this winter's campaign. I cannot conclude better than in the sweet Singer of Israel in the 34 Psalm, translated by Tate and Brady. Through all the changing scenes of Life, In trouble and in Joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. The hosts of God encamp around Who on his succor trust. Oh make but Trial of his Love. Experience will decide How Blest they are, and only they, Who in his Truth confide &c. Blessed be God I can in some good Measure adopt the Language here held forth. O give me a sense of Thy good If Salvation comes to our guilty Land it will be through the tender Mercy of our God. And not through the Virtue of her people. So much Swearing and profane Living is nowhere Else to be found. It appears to me the Judgments of God will Ere Long Burst on this city, though Judgments Linger, it will assuredly take place. The wickedness of this city crys Loud for punishment. If grinding the poor is a sin, surely it is done to a great Degree. If Debauchery and Profaneness among all Sorts of people is a crying sin, Jehovah will find it here. If Restraining prayer before God, if the Slighting the house where the honor of God in a peculiar manner dwells, is a sin, here it is a sin, here it is in perfection. THE GOVERNOR'S MILL, AND THE GLOBE MILLS, PHILADELPHIA. BY SAMUEL H. NEEDLES. No historical sketch has been written of the water-power grain mill built for William Penn in the Northern Liberties, on Cohocksink Creek, where, for one hundred and nine years, it occupied a site afterwards used for the first "Globe" cotton mill. There is also not any connected record of the Globe Mills-the most conspicuous establishment in Kensington for many years, and until about 1850 the largest textile factory in Pennsylvania with possibly one exception. As representative places, the Governor's Mill was a diminutive prototype of monstrous flouring establishments at Minneapolis and in other cities; and the Globe Mill was one of the few factories which, in 1809, despite numerous difficulties, were striving to introduce into the United States the use of cotton machinery. Those members of the Craige, and other families, who were long identified with the latter establishment, having been some years deceased, it seems appropriate that a record of its rise and progress should now be made, before circumstances therewith connected are forgotten or lost. No mention is made of these two mills in Hazard's or Day's Pennsylvania historical collections, and only brief and indirect notices of them in the admirable annals of Messrs. Watson, Westcott, and Ward. Although the first corn and cotton mills of other States are well noticed in Bishop's History of American Manufactures, there is no mention therein of the Governor's Mill, and very slight reference to the Globe Mills. As the "Roberts Mill" at Germantown dates from about 1683, one was built at Chester for Penn and others in 1699, and Thomas Parsons had one at Frankford in 1695, it is probable the Governor's Mill (built 1700-1701) was the fourth water-power grain mill erected after Penn's arrival. All the machinery for it, of very rude description, was im |