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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1807, by J. W. Buhkk & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. Yol. I. Written for Burke’s Weekly. THE WALK. BY MRS. THEODOSIA FORD. ;immmm 110 is ready for a walk?’' S group of her gay companions who w ere playing around her. “Who is ready for a walk ? Come, come; I am going to see the world.” All were too much en grossed with their frolic to hear her invitation —all but one, Charlie, a hand some, manly boy, wh o threw down his bat at her call and followed her, cx laiming with a laugh : ‘‘ I am ready to see the world—your world—but I wish it were mine. Come !” !£ What will your world be like?” cried Alice. ‘’You shall show it to me, after you haveseen mine.” And now they were at the foot of the mountain, the high mountain, and be gan to climb, and there was much mirth and laughter. Yow, Charlie would insist that she was tired and put ting his arm around her, to help her up; and there were clusters of berries to be gathered; and then a rabbit ran across the road; and then a toad hopped out from under an old log, and made them both laugh, and so merry were they that MACON, G-A , NOVEMBER 16, 1867. Charlie forgot to answer her question about his world, and they climbed on. But now Charlie was impatient to reach the top, and ran very fast to get up the quicker, and left Alice, and so eager .was he that all the beauty of the wav was MISCHIEF" lost to him: but little Alice followed af ter, and very beautiful it was to her. Sometimes, through the tall thick trees which covered the mountain side, there would be little openings where the wood- man had been busy, and she could look far away and catch glimpses of the grey hills lying soft against the evening sky, and beyond, the clear blue, shaded off in to a golden light. Then sometimes, when she stopped for a few minutes to rest, the fresh mountain breeze would rush down and lift her curls, and the falling leaves would whirl and flutter down into her lap, and the bird and the bee would come by, singing and humming because they were happy; then, re freshed, she would go on again. On the top of the mountain stood Char lie, his cheeks flushed and aglow with health and exercise, hi3 eyes bright and flashing with his young, strong life, the breeze lifting his brown curls and blow ing them about. “Come, Alice, come!” he exclaimed, as Alice drew near, “come, Al ice, come; is not this beautiful! ” They were on the mountain top, but high er and higher,all around them, arose still more lofty mountains, peak upon peak, the whi t e snow resting upon the highest, and blending, on the most distant, with the light of heaven. Spread out before them, basking in the sunlight, the little valley, shut out from the -world, seemed, with its wealth of corn-fields, to laugh and sing; while, dotting the slopes No. 20.