courted some Southern KATARINA VAN TASSEL, and won her successfully. Our directions we remember to have been this, from Rose Hill to Esquire W.'s: "Follow the ridge around the deep gulley, go through Mrs. J.'s plantation-a relation of Colonel RICHARD M. JOHNSON, and turn to the right by the Cherokee rose, and in a mile or two you will come to a garden on the left hand side of the road from the house; turn to the left around this garden, and you will soon be at Esquire W.'s." We did so, and soon found ourself there. This planter wished a school, and would be willing, with two or three others, to pay nearly fifty dollars per month. But he could not hire. They had trustees here, whom if I would come and see in a few days, they would decide about the school. We had only to rein our horses about and go back to Rose Hill-merely that and nothing more. "Look not sadly on the past, Faith and love are growing stronger; Buds of hope are swelling fast, Wait a little longer." On our return to the Ridge House, we had been interrupted both going and coming, by driving around trees that had fallen across the road, Mrs. W. pointed out to us, the tree that had lately fallen upon a planter's carriage and killed a daughter, sitting by the side of her mother, while her mother, and a smaller sister in her arms, escaped unhurt. The next day we visited Miss G.'s school, Bellevue Academy, that we have before described. The school consists of about fifteen scholars. Some come four or five miles, riding on horseback, attended by negro servants, and some come in carriages. The higher English branch es, French, and music, were usually taught here. I think history is studied more at the South, than in our Northern schools. It was a novel sight to see a school-room decked with boughs of the "rarest mistletoe," and branches from the evergreen holly. The following fragment of poetry occurred to us : "The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, And the holly-branch shone on the old oak wall." Referring to them in old English mansions; but they seemed very appropriate here, The school was under good discipline. It had been, generally, under the charge of Northern young ladies. The people here preferred them, not merely from their habit of getting school-teachers from abroad, but because they were fond of their society for themselves and their families. I have been prouder of Northern young ladies that I have met here as teachers, than of Northern young men in that vocation. CHAPTER Ix. "Where the foot-path rustics plod, ELLIOTT. The heavy dews of last night hung in drops from every leaf and bough in the forest, and when morning came, in her fresh radiance, she converted them all into jewels. This is a tribute of splendor she pays to the day. Though she may do this at other times, on every fair morning, yet this is the Sabbath morning, and a peculiar robe of richness clothes everything. Nothing appears to be attractive in the house, for "God and beauty are out of doors." We are to go to church this morning. The servant has already brought out the carriage to the gate, and sits in his seat holding the horses. My horse also stands saddled, and hitched to the post. Master HARRY W. is to accompany me on his little pony. A pleasant ride of two miles, over a pleasant road, brought us to the church. The building is of cypresswood, and though homely and unattractive in its appearance, yet the forest trees standing about it beautify the place of the sanctuary. It is the church we have before described. We found that many people had already arrived. The planters and their sons came on horse-back. Their horses stood, here and there, under the trees, with the bridle thrown over a lower limb, or fastened to small trees and clumps of grape-vines. One of them will stand hitched to a little twig, all day long, as contentedly as if hitched to a post. Carriages, silver-plated, flashing back the sun-beams from their burnished surfaces, with negro drivers in livery, sitting or lounging in their seats, each with the reins in his hands, holding a fine span of horses before them, are standing in various places about the church, in the shade of the trees; others come glittering and whirling up, in different directions from out the woods, pause a moment at the steps, while richly dressed ladies step out of them, and walk into the church. Other planters, and young men, with now and then a lady, on horse-back, continued to come, till enough men had assembled to constitute several groups, that stood conversing here and there about the church. I was a stranger among them, and, from the novelty of it, an observer of this Sabbath scene, which, that no more appeared to come, I now supposed to be completed; when I saw, emerging from a bend in the road, a plain dressed getleman and lady, in a poor old buggy, drawn by a horse as poor. This lonely vehicle, that came up and stopped before the church door, appeared very coarse and plebeian, when compared with the splendid patrician equipages that were glittering about it. This gentleman, who was middle aged, with his young looking wife, stepped out of the buggy; the latter went into the church, while the former went about from group to group among the planters, and shook hands in a very friendly manner with them all. They greeted him cordially and with much respect. It was parson A. who had formerly preached to this little church, and who was now on a visit to his old parishioners; he was to preach to them to-day. They all followed him into church-some rather slowly, for it was a day, when "the idside of the door was the wrong side of the house.' Seated with parson A. in the pulpit, was a younger parson, who had not yet received license to preach; he was in his "exhorting days." The young Methodist minister begins by first preaching to the negroes; then he is admitted to the conference, from which place he is sent out on his circuit. The sermon was a common one. I was very much mistaken in the man. He had a high forehead, and a head that indicated large intellectual powers, with a physical development that a Senator would be proud of. The ser mon was on the pitch of a roused BOANERGES. I lost the text in the low voice in which it was announced, and I lost most of the sermon in the loud voice in which it was delivered. The little snow-ball that started at the top of the hill, came down upon, us, at the foot, in a perfect avalanche. I could not help thinking that this man had enough material in him to make two or three common ministers. The people seemed very devotional. Almost every one knelt, during the prayers that were offered, and I was informed, afterwards, that more than two-thirds of the congregation of sixty people, were professed members of the church. I believe that, for a warm shake of the hand, or true friendly greeting, either among themselves or with strangers, Southrons would be noticed. There was, at least, a warmth of feeling and friendship expressed by this Sabbath concourse, towards each other, as they met and parted at church. that I particularly noticed. CHAPTER X. "The best laid schemes o' mice and men, Gang aft a-gley." BURNS. In a few days I mounted my horse again, not Rollo, whom I had heretofore rode; I had changed and got one safer; the former was too shy, often causing me to ride in |