LOTHAIR, Nov. 15.--Once more in the course of human events I have had the pleasure of enjoying one of those gala days, the luxuries of which, although often sought, are seldom incident to those encumbered with the cares of a busy world. Notice having been given in due time, that on a certain day there would be a fish fry at Sturgis' lake on the great Oconee, preparations for a good time were made, and soon enough our happy anticipation[?] were not thwarted. I accepted an invitation, at the instance of Mr. Thomas Davis sr. who dispatched horse, buggy, and driver for my accommodation, and in less than the time it takes to tell it, I found myself swiftly gliding over hill and dale to the house of that noble son of Montgomery [County], whose character is kindness, and hospitality. Before I had time to satisfy my curiosity, which was constantly excited by the beautiful, and picturesque sceneries as they presented themselves, by way of meandering turn outs, I was ushered under the pendant roof and domicil of this generous husbandman, where courtesy and charity abide. Favors were freely lavished upon all present, and nothing was lacking to satisfy the internal or external requirement of human nature. After a short respite, and ceremonial compliments, I was well entertained by Mr. Davis, who in brief manner rehearsed many interesting incidents connected with his juvenile life to which I listened attentively. But the one most interesting, and enjoyable was the subject of longevity, which a peculiary characteristic to the Davis family. He stated that he was now sixty six years of age, and resides within a few miles of where he was born, and raised. He has always been a farmer, never bought corn, and used to drive fat hogs to Savannah, and beef cattle to Augusta. Indeed he is a neat, complete and scientific farmer. But the most remarkable account and that most worthy of notice, was concerning his father who still survives him and is just now entering his 90th year. He is commonly known as "Grandady Davis," and is perfectly sound physically and mentally. He too has always been a farmer, and this year did his own ploughing and made a beautiful support for the next. His posterity are almost inumerable, and last, but not least, that ancient patriach on the 4th of November, walked eight miles to cast his vote for Cleveland as President of this glorious E-plu-ri-bus-u-num, which make the 17th presidential candidate for whom he has voted. What an example, and what a rebuke, to the many young men all over the country, who sacrificed their highest, and most sacred privileges by staying away from the polls, simply because their only patriotism and ambition is love for money. But then the morning dawned and as the sun gradually peeped from his place and began to scale the walls of Heaven without favor or affection, I emerged from my resting place and [...] soon the hour of feasting arrived and such a dinner as Mr. Tom. Davis is accustomed to have served for his friends, was announced, and we will now leave the readers to enjoy his imagination.