Several ladies added to the scene their presence, (each editor should have had a wife and had her with him,) among the number Mrs. John B. Atkinson, the wife of the superintendent of the St. Bernard mines, a lady whose noble face and pleasant and graceful manners marked her at once as the person who had planned, executed and carried into effect this most delightful denouement to a most elegant entertainment. Col. Sebree, President of the mines noted for his indomitable energy and perseverance and jolly disposition—accompanied by his gentlemanly and effective aids, Mr. John B. Atkinson and Maj. M. M. Kimmell, the superintendents respectfully of the St. Bernard and St. Charles mines, were everywhere present, adding to the pleasure of the day and the comfort of their guests. The occasion will be long remembered, and the trip into the mines with its pleasant contrasts and surprises will be recounted time and time again around the fireside and in the business circles. Very few of the editors had by ocular demonstration any idea of the vast coal resource of Southern Kentucky until this trip. A vein of coal in which the tallest man may walk upright extending for miles in inexhaustible quantities, was something they had read of but never seen. There are others beneath the one they entered averaging from four and a half to five feet in thickness, and these are underlaid by the finest block coal—all of which when fully developed will make this section the richest on the globe. It is to be hoped that attention may be called more frequently by the press to our magnificent resources that immigration may be induced and they fully developed. H. C. Batts said in the Clarksville Chronicle: Thursday, at 9 o’clock, a.m., we got aboard the special train, provided by the St. Louis & Southwestern Railroad Company and in an hour found ourselves AT THE COAL MINES, whither we went on the invitation of the Hecla and St. Bernard Mining Companies. About 150 persons composed the excursion party. After refreshing the spiritual liquidiam we were put in charge of Col. Foard, who gracefully did the Furguson for us in showing us through the mines. We were “loaded up” in little cars, pushed upon the platform and let down the shaft 90 feet into Cimmerian darkness. There mines employ 175 men, and produce annually 2,226,000 bushels of coal. After exploring the mines, seeing the miners “dig” and “blast” we got in our cars and were drawn back to the foot of the shaft, and again drawn up into daylight. We “refreshed” again, (the refreshment consisted of lemonade and cigars). We were then escorted up to the mouth of the St. Bernard mines, where several trains of cars stood ready to receive up. We were in blissful ignorance of the very