THE GREAT FOUR-MILE DAY. 



[This ■western sketch was elicited from a celebrated but idle pen, by per- 

 sonal friendship for the " Bee Hunter." Its great merit and originality cannot 

 fail to be -widely appreciated.] 



The city of Louisvillej in the fall of 1822, was visited 

 by an epidemic, which decimated its population, and 

 converted the dwellings of its inhabitants, erewhile the 

 abodes of pleasantness and hospitality, into houses of 

 mourning. The records of the devastations of the fell 

 intruder, are to be found inscribed upon the headstones 

 that whiten the ancient graveyard of the town, wherein 

 are deposited the bodies of those, who, whilst sojourning 

 upon earth, dispensed the good things of this world with 

 graceful liberality, and made a home for the wayfarer 

 amidst a people upon whom he had no other claim than 

 that of a stranger. The Angel of Death hovered over 

 the devoted city in remorseless ecstasy, pointing the 

 shafts of his exhaustless quiver in every direction, and 



