Lodged last night for the first Time in my new Quarters, at Mrs. Ross'es in Markett
Street, Baltimore a few Doors below the fountain Inn.
The Gentlemen from Pensilvania and Maryland, complain of the growing Practice of distilling
Wheat into Whisky. They say it will become a Question whether the People shall eat
bread or drink Whisky.
The Congress sits in the last House at the West End of Market Street, on the South
Side of the Street. A long Chamber, with two fire Places, two large Closets, and two
Doors. The House belongs to a Quaker, who built it for a Tavern.2