While we were once visiting at this plantation, the master of the house described to us a dairy just completed on a new plan, which for some weeks had been such a hobby with him, he had actually purchased a lock for it, saying he would keep the key himself--which he never did--and have the fresh mutton always put there. "Come," said he, as he finished describing it, "let us go down and look at it." "Bring me the key," he said to a small African, who soon brought it, and we proceeded to the dairy. Turning the key in the door, the old gentleman said: "Now see what an elegant piece of mutton I have here!" But on entering and looking around no mutton was to be seen, and instead thereof buckets of custard, cream and blanc-mange. The old gentleman greatly disconcerted, called to one of the servants, "Florinda! Where is my mutton I had put here this morning?" Florinda replied: "Nancy took it out, sir, and put it in de ole spring house. She say dat was cool enough place for mutton. And she gwine have a big party to-night, and want her jelly and custards to keep cool!" At this the old gentleman was rapidly becoming provoked, when we laughed so much at Nancy's "cool" proceeding, that his usual good nature was restored. On another occasion we were one evening sitting with this gentleman in his front porch, when a poor woman from the neighboring village came in the yard, and stopping before the door, said to him: "Mr. R. I came to tell you that my cow you gave me has died." "What did you say, my good woman?" asked Mr. R., who was quite deaf. The woman repeated in a louder voice, "The cow you gave me has died. And she died because I didn't have anything to feed her with." Turning to us, his countenance full of compassion, he said: "I ought to have thought about that, and should have sent the food for her cow." Then speaking to the woman: "Well, my good woman, I will give you another cow to-morrow, and send you plenty of provision for her." And the following day he fulfilled his promise. Another incident occurs to me, showing the generous heart of this truly good man. One day on the Virginia and Tennessee train observing a gentleman and lady in much trouble, he ventured to enquire of them the cause, and was informed they--the gentleman and his wife--had lost all their money and their railroad tickets at the last station. He asked the gentleman where he was from, and on "what side he was during the war." "I am from Georgia," replied the gentleman, "and was, of course, with the South." "Well," said Mr. R., pulling from his capacious pocket a capacious purse, which he handed the gentleman, "help yourself, sir, and take as much as will be necessary to carry you home." The astonished stranger thanked him sincerely, and handed his card, saying: "I will return the money as soon as I reach home."