Jefferson's Grave

And then we drive on to the base of Carter's mountain, and as the horses pull lis up the stony, winding road we get glimpses of scenery of extreme beauty, The eorn stands stacked in fields where lichen-covered stone walls and hedges, a'ft'er the English fashion, mark the boundariès. Then the view is simt in by banks of drooping ferns and tangled vines and uiiderbrash, with here and there a wild daisy or cardinal flower. And again, a vista throngh the trees reveáis the dome of the university glistening in the sun, and away off to the west the ruisty ontlines of the Blue Ridge mountains. The country round about ia rolling. Small streams wind in behind and out from rounded liills, and the railroad, also taking a serpentine course, causes the train of cars to look like a graceful snake as it curves lirst this way and then that, in its endeavor to avoid the bilis. Near the top of "Mont'cello" fLittle mountain) we come Opon the family graveyard, where Jefferson ió buried. A high brici wall, with iron gratings, extends around a clearing in the woods. A rade, low pillar of rough granite, with simply his name, birth and death cut in the base, marks the spot. "Died July 4, 1826," just fifty yearS after thé signing of that famous Declavation ! The monument first erected was carried off piece by piece by those vandals, the relie hunters, aud now another is to be jjut up at the expense of Congress. The spot is singularly solitary, no view is visible, tall trees surround it aud sigh solemn requiems at every breath of air that stirs. The oarriage-way that leads to the mansion goes close by, but it only adds to the effect of isolation. - Cor. Troy Times.