Just where it makes the turn, a wooden bridge is thrown across, connecting the shores of Maryland and Virginia.

This bridge is a mile and a quarter in length, and is ugly enough.

[It has since been washed away by the breaking up of the frost of February, 1831.] The navy-yard, and arsenal, are just above it, on the Maryland side, and make a handsome appearance on the edge of the river, following the sweep above mentioned.

Near the arsenal (much too near) is the penitentiary, which, as it was just finished, and not inhabited, we examined in every part.

It is built for the purpose of solitary confinement for life.