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. ] 
Tue city of Louisville, 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 thar 
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 
