290 John Bachman. 



Now let me draw you a picture of your intended 

 niece, though you know I am not good at sketching 

 a lady, and always have to borrow your hand, even 

 when I attempt to draw a monkey for Julia, (his 

 little granddaughter). 



Now I must not romance, but look at the creature 

 as God made her. Stand up C. and show your good 

 and bad points always putting the best foot foremost. 

 Her eyes are fine ; she is rather under height and 

 inclined to be a little stout. She dresses simply ; is 

 without pretension and makes no blue-stocking dis- 

 play ; yet she has upset the bachelor, and produced 

 a change in the inner and outer man. In her 

 language and manner she is confiding ; she seems 

 domestic, industrious and remarkably amiable. I 

 am sure that you will like her, as I do. The groom 

 is at a miserable, uncomfortable public house the 

 best and the worst in the place. I tell him that he 

 is an apprentice now ; but will soon have the honors 

 and comforts of a master workman. 



The bride's brother is a young lawyer, admirably 

 suited to a new country opening a wide field for en- 

 terprise and adventure. He is a man of decided 

 popular talent; a politician, stump- orator, an editor 

 with fine business capacities, and withal a noble, 

 generous, whole souled fellow. I like this young 

 man very much. 



There are such preparations for the wedding, as 

 never before awaked the echoes of Eufaula. Fruits 

 from Charleston people coming fifty miles. The 

 little world of Alabama is turned topsy turvey and 

 the venison, the turkeys and the ducks, are to be 

 offered up by hecatombs, on the altar of Hymen. I 

 look at it all as a philosopher, enjoy it, and yet I 

 shall be glad to be back in my quiet home. 



I will leave here on Wednesday at two P. M., and 

 travel all night in the coach, and if no accident 



