A Virginia Homestead

Tho editor of the Cincínnati Herald i traveling in Virginia. He thus describes an ancientdomicil in Sussex cotrnty:" Dickens complained when in this country ihat every thing looked new. Had he visited Virginia his taste for the ancient might have been gratified. I sit now in the attic of one of those oid peaked roof domiciles, so comraon in ihis part of Virginia - unpromising on the out-side, but in-side full of hospitable cheer. It is of only about ninety years standing ma wns never painted. lts corner cupboard and old-fashioned secreiary are highly venerable. Nothing can exceed the ïentness in the interior of these aged Iwellings. The floors are polisbed and vilhout stain - every okl-fashioned rusfi jottom chair is in its place. Not an atom of diïst rests upon anything. The eds with their pure white, beaulifully vrought counterpanes, almost make you feel drowsy. Everything is clean, stilt and steadfast. The owner of this tenenent, an old man aged[ eighty-six, of great moral worth, died a few weeks since, and is now Ihe tenant of a small family rave yard, just in sight, ornamented by bur or five cedar trees. Fpr sixty-one years without change had lie occupied this dweiling; and there now lies before me a book of CommoH Prayer, nearly a century old, containing' the family recora since 1738. Every thing about me ha a grave aspect, which is enhanced by the" saddening sight and sounds of autumn.- - On my way here this morning, we passed through a forest of pines. In 1819, said a venerable old lady, this was planted in corn. Just in my eye, are two tenements deserted. The plantations will soon be covered with pine, whieh seemstdelight in relieving desolation.