After meeting, we accepted an invitation from
J. C. and dined at his house, where we sat down
to table with him and his wife, their aged father
and mother, ten daughters and one son; being a
fair sample of an American farmer's family. I
was informed that his neighbour D. G. a respec-
table farmer, with whom I have often been in
company, has ten sons and one daughter.

Considering the accounts I had read, of the
homely fare and accommodations of the planters
in America, I was struck with the number and
elegance of the carriages we saw on the road, in
going from meeting to the house where we dined;
part of the way lying through the forest, and some
part through a country in a high state of cultiva-
tion, the prospects were beautifully diversified.

In our way home, we took tea at the pro-
prietor's of an extensive marble quarry, who
kindly conducted us into it; where we had an op-
portunity of seeing the people at work, in sepa-
rating large blocks from the solid rock. This
vein of marble, which appeared to be from 15 to
20 yards in width, runs in the direction of south-
east, and north-west, through a stratum of lime-
stone, a few feet below the surface of the ground;
and it has the appearance of there having been
cleft in the limestone rock, into which the mar-
ble had been poured in a liquid state. Col. H. at