This morning at about four o'clock we set off from Coblentz for Francfort, Where we
arriv'd at 8 ½ o'clock, the distance is 84 English Miles; All the way, the roads are
mountainous till you get within about 10 Miles of Frankfort, and then you come upon
a very large plain. The roads till the plain are in general very bad; but the soil
is good, and cultivated in some places. On this plain we saw some fields of Indian
corn, which was the best I have seen in Europe, tho by no means so large and fine
as that in America.
From the Spectator (continued from yesterday).1