KENTUCKY BARBICUE. 579 



Barbicue, my spirit is refreshed every 4th of July by the recollection of 

 that day's merriment. 



But now the sun has declined, and the shades of evening creep over 

 the scene. Large fires are lighted in the woods, casting the long shadows 

 of the live columns far along the trodden ground, and flaring on the 

 happy groups, loth to separate. In the still clear sky, began to sparkle 

 the distant lamps of heaven. One might have thought that Nature her- 

 self smiled on the joy of her children. Supper now appeared on the 

 tables, and after all had again refreshed themselves, preparations were 

 made for departure. The lover hurried for the steed of his fair one, the 

 hunter seized the arm of his friend, families gathered into loving groups, 

 and all returned in peace to their happy homes. 



And now. Reader, allow me also to take my leave and wish you good 

 night, trusting that when I again appear with another volume, you will 

 be ready to welcome me with a cordial greeting. 



