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lives a 5 wellid pos-le an e that e out-farms, *h, theicking rniiug: Mould jcially 'pared f tnx-» very » to be— (hopport-iieonie State, at for t well in the ryntcm. stai t-eially lie in led to i theNkW Okusanh, Not. 27, 1870.A trip to Montioello from Brook-haven, a distance of 22 miles, through a barren and comparatively uteri!** pine forest, is not a lovely one, nor can themoat prolific imagination conjure much romance out of it. I have travelled over the route often but buvo never been able to full iu love with it. There are thrifty farm* near the liuo but the road itself is relieved by only a few residences, and those of ralhcf a a unpromising order.It passes a continuous stretch of waving pine trees, whose monotony is only broken by two clear and perennial streams, Porch Creek and Fair Iiiver, whose waters abound in the best quality of trout and perch and afford splendid moving power for machinery. The Old Maxwell mill,ten miles from Montieello, is a land mark, a relic of part ages, having been built sometime before the flood, aud its proprietor, Henry Maxwell, is fledging out into a Methusnla. He is verging upon ninety years, and stands as straight as an arrow, able to take his toddy three times a day, and to ride forty miles a day, kill a deer with his uneient flint lock rifle at a distance of one lmudred and twenty yards with unerring aim, aud to do iho work of a full hand. The mill itself is still iuexistence though it seems to have eitten up all the elligible pine trees within convenient reach.The mails are conveyed from Brook-haven to Montieello three times a week.1 took passage last Monday in Uie United States mail coach, and I vus the only passenger in it, the driver and I and the mail bag tilling it up to its day? capacity. The coach was a rickety oldtiling uo’toP kuggy, and the team was a vcn-niiity arable mother of mules aud horses of f the a past horse era. The driver could not is of | inform mo how many children she had living, most of them having already died with old age. This venerable equine matron had lost most of her plumpness and shyness. Her entire frame-work gave out marks conclusively establishing the fact that there mu*70,3 26thtognu-;li thers. of » bear l thati you I visi-tlae con-liten-i thed soand3 IjU-reme) ami time when a mare was built upuQ ft. Ini theud ao I'lieaegeniality■fullymeetconsidering the question anatomically no ono could doubt this palpab.e truth. The bones were there to show forrest have moved withiii the last twenty years.Speaking of Dr. Muse, reminds Usof having noticed a new style of fence with which the Doctor has partially enclosed his farm a short distance below Montieello. It consists of common rails with one of each set in the ground at an angle of about 88| degrees, about four inches apart, and supported with small stakes in the middle. The advantages of this over the old style of fence are: It is safer; takes just half the number of rails; and can’t lie washed away by overflows. The Doctor has also Invented a gait which can be readily opened on either side by touching a pulley without getting ofT of your horse or out of your buggy, and closing in the same way. It strikes u» as an ingenious and valuable invention, and destined to take the places of the old inconvenient and troublesome gates hung across roadsand entrances to fields and pastures.Hon. Isaac Newton, had a ease in Court aud was there to look after it. He lives in the North east corner of Lawrence, near Mount Carmel, where his father, the elder Isaac Newton, lived before him, and who by industry and good management made a handsome fortune. Isaac, the younger, was once a Representative from Lawrence, and is still a power in the councils of the Democratic party. On Tuesday evening I accepted an invitation from him to ride out in the I country to the neighborhood of Car-f roll Maxwell’s. I found “Uncle Carroll, as the boys are beginning to call him, at home—at the home he built for himself and wife forty years ago. And I had the pleasure of meeting the old lady, Mrs. Carroll, also. Both were as young looking, almost, and certainly as happy as ever.“Here I find you after an absence of twenty years, 1 ventured to remark, “as young and as active as ever, withno change except that you have madethe house bigger, extended the farm, and built up a little town around you.1 am told, that, iu spite of the war and the finAncil crashes, you have always got along, lmd plenty to eat and to wear and money ahead. Tell methe secret of this perennial youth and happiness and success in life.”“Forty years ago,” said Uncle Carroll, “I built the saw and grist mill down there on the creek, sawed outthe lumber and built this house, and me and Frances moved in, and we’ved °to turned her thoughts upon the future,noire—that was—had apparently lost all interest in worldly affair, and hadand peo-, and iy us State dav. for sople aud their :ure.and it was liurd work to bring her to consider the demands of the present. .She moved with slow dignity, evidently not caring a cupper nichei whether she ever got anywhere or not. Shewas a safe animal, entirely free* from malice am. all inclination to shy at t-hc sudden boo! of a hog on tli«rside of the road. She inspired a perfect sensewere id 1manmodfa-andcon-3 to30m-sayn liesentli oftingwhoneedtheindslegothewastheitor,theDostdiveeut,r offfar-rvedtheWil-eeualsorie,jeutd unc-r»ure•eatspro-liowpre-undwill ent-the the an v ici-rare. , got to have our first quarrel. Whiletlicwsevcs, but the flesh was cone. This ? * i i » i *• ». ’ _ _ ' I I was at work clearin' and cultivatinshe was at work cardin' and spinin.*When I had to stay down at the milllate at night she always staid up withher knitting till I come home if ittook till twelve o’clock. What wemade we made together, and enjoyedtogether the making and the use.These new houses you see below—them’s the I toy s. They are startin’ out jest like I did.”We then made a call on the boys and talked with them. Each had agood farm of his own, and a houseand stock, and each were abundantly supplies! with all the necessaries of life and the pluck to move on in the line of usefulness anti prosperity.not nelp drawing u contrast between the hopeful and hule-(Miutrilt condition of these boys withState ' of safety against all danger of runningJoti-uddjon-thelin-?eu-! ofi.of a liislorn enr-the Yny rms he can 4 inno-ben’tLi I ted tost ifce;ppieh-rg*iterthetheonaway. But the driver and I by uniting our energies aud strategy managed tu drive through ic six hours, but it took a good deal more work than the. walking of tL*.» ilintttueit would have, Luktui. »it»U but for the cclut of riding iuto town 1 think I should have preferred jflic walk.I found Judge Mayers on the Bench ami his Circuit Court for the fall termof Luwrcuce fully organized and i*quip-ed for business. Col. J. L. MeCaskill was acting District Attorney, Sheriff Butler was at bis jwist, and ubly assisted in the duties of the office by Parson Dale. Butler baa laVn Sheriff* for several years, and was re-elected oil the -itli inst., for another term. A strong effort was made to defeat him this year, but he is one of those menwho can’t Is* hen ten. Senator-elect A. H. Loiigino,wasdlschnrgiugthcduties of Clerk. He seems to be perfectly reconciled to surrender the routine and arduous clerical duties of Circuit and Chancery Clerk for the more elevated and dignified anil less exacting labors of State SWiator. He is, perhaps, the youngest Senator In the.State, being just old enough to take his seat in that body of “grave and reverend seniors, but liis constituency have unlimited faith that he will make a mark and hold a creditable hand among them. The Clerk elected for Lawrence is Mr. Hez Weathershy, a worthy scion from a large, vigorous and influential family of the county. He will make a capital officer.Mr. A. C. Katrinan, I believe, is now the only attorney left in Montieello, unless we can locate Bentonville Taylor in that town, once the renter of legal talent for a considerable scope of country, with a bar second to none in the State. Judge McMillan has recently removed to Brook-ha vcn. Bentonville claims Mont ieello for his location, I am told, and Montieello may possibly be entitled to him, but he is equally at home in Columbia, Williamslturg or Westville, and he has won the right to “scatter” over all the intervening field. He knows the country, and the people^aitcftkey know him, and while they won't vote for him, if any of them have a knotty casein law, Taylor is their man. Other lawyers say that he very troublesome in the practice, because lie springs so many new points of law that are so infernally hard to meet.Ex-Senator Thompson, Judge Cas-sedy, Jr., Judge McMillan, A. C. McNair, Esq., Robt. J. Bowen and Charley Chisinau, Esq., of Brookhaven; Senator Ben King, Sr., and Ben King, Jr., Esq. of Beauregard, and J. L. Meade, Esq. of Westville, were in attendance on the Court.Montieello shows some signs of im-| provement, though, for the moot part, the town produces the impression that it is a deserted village and very much of a wreck of its past greatness. Comparatively few of the old familiar faces remain. Several have died within the last twenty years, but most of them have moved away. There is Mrs. Wilson who keeps the hotel and feeds bounteously. There is Mrs. Vanner-sou, the relict of the high-toned, :gen-ial and gifted old Virginia gentleman, Judge Vaunersou. There is Mrs. Nairne, aud “Aunt D.” There is Dr. Muse, a man of science and invention, but with a poor knack at accumulation. There Is Parson Dale, a man of unbounded work, aud learning, but not gifted iu money-making. ButrevLoeolioIXotliiLih11aindu;ftHiaiOJ ( athat of some of our young friends who i tl permit themselves to be dependent t_;ii)xm a vacant counter-jumpershvp,which when they have obtained it,is generally little better than a positionof starvation. The one promisesgrowth and outcome, the other, alas,not unfrequeutly eousigna its victim toa life of dependence and poverty.Why will our young men fly from thefarms, and starve or slave in towns,when the field is so remunerative andso well calculated to develope true manhood and independence?I left Montieello Wednesday evening, having enjoyed a pleasant reunion with many old friends of my youth, and added largely to Thk Comet’s list of subscribers.Pine Knot.OlsiAVIwccCO111ticin-inofTtheto Iis h not can goo res] the but this will don Thi wethenS JH'Jdis|entthefontliea:fastanaoeraandwit-1coinmeitheLou thei It it disj;FicentLewwennor,thebadpodisam«dttSimanWelostAda;Bungreato thumOi threi Dan ipea-;mileiupoi part: Htruc shou apim to In well lode
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