CHAP. XXL] FUNERAL OF NORTHERN MAN. 23 



ists,&quot; pointing to two gayly-dressed ladies, in the latest Parisian 

 costume. 



I had seen, in the pale countenances of the whites in the pine- 

 woods I had lately traveled through, the signs of much fever and 

 ague prevalent in the hot season in Georgia, but at Macon we 

 heard chiefly of consumptive patients, who have fled from the 

 northern states in the hope of escaping the cold of winter. The 

 frost, this year, has tried them severely in the south. Two days 

 before I reached Macon, a young northern man had died in the 

 hotel where my wife was staying, a melancholy event, as none 

 of his friends or relatives were near him. Lucy, the chamber 

 maid of the hotel, an intelligent bright mulatto, from Maryland, 

 who expressed herself as well as any white woman, carne to tell 

 my wife that the other ladies of the house were to be present at 

 the funeral, and invited her to attend. She found the two 

 drawing-rooms thrown into one, and the coffin placed on a table 

 between the folding doors, covered with a white cloth. There 

 were twenty or thirty gentlemen on the one side, and nearly as 

 many ladies and children on the other, none of them in mourn 

 ing. The Episcopal clergyman who officiated, before reading 

 the usual burial service, delivered a short and touching address, 

 alluding to the stranger cut off in his youth, far from his kindred, 

 and exhorting his hearers not to defer the hour of repentance to 

 a death-bed, when their reason might be impaired or taken from 

 them. After the prayers, six of the gentlemen came forward to 

 carry the coffin down stairs, to put it into a small hearse drawn 

 by a single horse, and three carriages followed with as many as 

 they could hold, to the cemetery of Rose Hill. This burial- 

 ground is in a beautiful situation on a wooded hill, near the banks 

 of the Ocmulgee arid overlooking the Falls. 



These falls, like so many of those on the rivers east of the Alle- 

 ghanies, are situated on the line of junction of the granitic and 

 tertiary regions.^ The same junction may also be seen at the 

 bridge over the Ocmulgee, at Macon, the red loam of the tertiary 

 formation resting there on mica schist. At the distance of one 

 mile southeast of the town, a railway cutting has exposed a series 

 * See &quot;Travels in N. America,&quot; vol. i. p. 132. -jrf 



