W. J. Lampton, E. Polk Johnson, George W. Bain, Urey Woodson, J. Stoddard Johnston, I. B. Nall and E. G. Logan were among the representatives present who have attained prominence in press and public circles. Emmett G. Logan, the orator of that meeting, now editor of the Louisville Times, wrote thus in part in the Courier-Journal about the Earlington part of the entertainment: AN UNDERGROUND BANQUET. Down in the Hecla the air is filled with noisome vapors, and upon emerging we were advised to take an antidote in the shape of distilled water, from a spring on which the moon had never shown, made palatable by a judicious admixture of saccharine matter and flavored with sprigs of an aromatic plant of the genus Mentha—a piece of advice that was taken with a good deal of unction. Then came the announcement that dinner would be served in the St. Bernard mine, one mile from the entrance. I acknowledge that I received this announcement with an action approximating a shudder, but as I was in a strait between two shudders—one at the thought of going to the end of a hole a mile long to get my dinner, and the other at the appalling prospect of getting no dinner at all—I determined to face the lesser shudder and went in the hole. However, as is frequently the case, proximity did not mean similarity. Though the two holes were near neighbors, there was an infinity of preference in favor of the upper one—the St. Bernard, which is located on a much higher plain and cut into an entirely different vein of coal. It is seven feet thick, and forms a segment of a hill; while the Hecla is but five feet thick and lies far down under the valleys. Here were large, clean cars, provided with clean seats for six persons, and the trains drawn over smooth, dry tracks by two large mules in tandem. There were a number of trains of six cars each, and the lights of the miners, glimmering in the distance like fireflies, made, what was to me at least, a novel and interesting spectacle. Near the point of destination the entry had been closed by a large sheet, or drop curtain, and as the train approached it was drawn aside, and disclosed to the astonished view of the upper land-lubbers a truly wonderful spectacle for such a place. There was a magnificent gallery, thee hundred yards long, some twenty feet wide and ten or twelve high, lit up by more than a thousand candles, a band of music filling these living catacombs with softest symphonies, and two long tables loaded with delicacies and presided over by fair women, spread out before that hungry crowd. It was a time for admiration and for appetite.