Then there were old gentlemen visitors--beaux of my grandmother's day--still wearing cues, wide ruffled bosoms, short pants and knee buckles. These pronounced the _a_ very broad; sat a long time over their wine at dinner, and carried in their pockets gold or silver snuff-boxes presented by some distinguished individual at some remote period. Our visiting acquaintance extended from Botetourt county to Richmond, and among them were jolly old Virginia gentlemen and precise old Virginia gentlemen; eccentric old Virginia gentlemen and prosy old Virginia gentlemen; courtly old Virginia gentlemen and plain-mannered old Virginia gentlemen; charming old Virginia gentlemen and uninteresting old Virginia gentlemen. Many of them had graduated years and years ago at William and Mary College. Then we had another set, of a later day--those who graduated in the first graduating class at the University of Virginia, when that institution was first established. These happened--all that we knew--to have belonged to the same class, and often amused us--without intending it--by reverting to that fact in these words: "_That_ was a remarkable class! Every man in that class made his mark in law, letters or politics! Let me see: There was Toombs. There was Charles Mosby. There was Alexander Stuart. There was Burwell. There was R. M. T. Hunter;" and so on, calling each by name except himself, knowing that the others never failed to do that! Edgar Poe and Alexander Stephens, of Georgia, were also at the University with these gentlemen. Although presenting an infinite variety of mind, manner and temperament, all the gentlemen who visited us, young and old, possessed in common certain characteristics; one of which was a deference to ladies, which made us feel that we had been put in the world especially to be waited upon by them. Their standard for woman was high. They seemed to regard her as some rare and costly statue set in a niche to be admired and _never taken_ down. Another peculiarity they had in common, was a habit--which seemed irresistible--of tracing people back to the remotest generation, and appearing inconsolable if ever they failed to find out the pedigree of any given individual for at least four generations. This, however, was an innocent pastime, from which they seemed to derive much pleasure and satisfaction, and which should not be regarded, even in this advanced age, a serious fault.