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multitude to witness an interesting spectacle, My father had constructed at Grays Ferry a triumphal Arch of Evergreens, flowers, were profusely strewed over the entire Bridge by a procession of forty young girls, as Washington, on a superb White Horse attended by General St Clair, advanced to the Bridge, my sister Angelica who held the string, lowered a crown of Olive leaves from the centre of the Arch, directly over the General head, as he halted to receive the address of welcome by the mayor and city authorities. 

On every occasion that afterwards affected I was among the crowd to gaze upon him... especially by one, on a Review day, when my eyes followed him in every movement, sometimes at the risk of my limbs... I mention this because it exercised a beneficial influence as a subsequent period, which will find its place in my narrative... It was a Sham Battle on the Commons, then called the Centre Square of Philadelphia. The morning was foggy, and there was no sun to produce strong lights and shadows. Young as I was in the mysteries of my future art, I was struck with the peculiar effect of this misty atmosphere on the visage of Washington. His cocked Hat threw but a narrow shadow on his