The side of the great building seen from the road is much discolored in sundry places by slops poured from the upper windows, rendering it unsightly and offensive in other respects. The doors of the barn are in wretched condition they will shut with a little human strength to help their worn out hinges, but not otherwise. A part of the stable, a fine old structure in its day, which has given comfortable shelter to hundreds of the noblest steeds of 'the Old Dominion' at once, was blown down many years ago, and never has been, and probably never will be, rebuilt. The wooden pillars, which once supported it, but which now hang as encumbrances, are all rotten, and tremble with the touch. The platform of the portico, which fronts the highway is a rickety affair, its planks are loose, and in some places entirely gone, leaving effective mantraps in their stead for nocturnal ramblers. Old hats and rags fill the places in the upper windows once occupied by large panes of glass, and the moulding boards along the roofing have dropped off from their places, leaving holes and crevices in the rented wall for bats and swallows to build their nests in. The gloomy mantle of ruin is, already, outspread to envelop it, and its remains, even but now remind one of a human skull, after the flesh has mingled with the earth.

The house is large, and its style imposing, but time and dissipation, unfailing in their results, have made ineffaceable marks upon it, and it must, in the common course of events, soon be numbered with the things that were. A nearer view, however, does little to sustain this pretension. Its fine old portico looks well at a distance, and gives the building an air of grandeur. This old rookery, the nucleus of all sorts of birds, mostly those of ill omen, has, like everything else peculiar to Virginia, lost much of its ancient consequence and splendor yet it keeps up some appearance of gaiety and high life, and is still frequented, even by respectable travellers, who are unacquainted with its past history and present condition.

from Petersburg, Virginia, to Richmond, and only about fifteen miles from the latter place, there stands a somewhat ancient and famous public tavern, quite notorious in its better days, as being the grand resort for most of the leading gamblers, horse-racers, cock-fighters, and slave-traders from all the country round about. His head was with his heart, And that was far away! Childe Harold.

Douglass the heroic slave