The Government Buildings are of finished architectural art, and stand amid cultivated grounds, upon a commanding eminence.  At the State House door is a monument to the memory of Colonel David Crockett and the brave companions who foil with him at St. Alamo.

The public Institutions of Austin are a credit to “The Lone Star” State, especially that for the Blind, at which I spent a day, and was charmingly entertained by Dr. Raney and his accomplished wife.  The matron also dispensed hospitalities with so much true dignity and grace, and I never visited an institution in which the inmates were so pre-eminently refined, its sixty-five pupils numbering so many accomplishments.

In response to a solicitation from Dr. Raney I addressed the school.  This was done through a social chat, in which the little group circled close around me, and while I never so longed for “the poetry of speech” to render the deep emotion of my heart, I really believe no elocutionist, with all “the charm of delivery,” could have had a more attentive audience.

Waco is known as the Athens of Texas, and among its many Institutions of Learning is the Baptist University, open to both sexes.  It is under the charge of Doctor Burlison, who extended to me an invitation to meet the school at their chapel exercises.

The “sweet hour of prayer” being over, he disposed of many of my books and baskets among the pupils.  This gentleman was deeply engrossed with the educational interests of the State, and had traveled over its length and breadth to enhance its prosperity, being more especially engaged in the public school system.  The next day twenty-five of the young lady pupils, chaperoned by their teachers, called upon me at the McLennan House.  They were all characterized by discreet and lady-like deportment, and as there was a fine toned piano in the parlor, there was no lack of artistic music.  We had also an equally kind reception from the Reverend Mr. Wright and lady of the Methodist College.

Waco is on the Brazos River, which is spanned by a graceful suspension bridge, the pride of the town.  During my visit they held their celebrated fete known as “The Maifest,” which lasted two days, and the gay and fantastic procession in which all professions and trades were represented made it almost as gorgeous as a carnival.

From Waco we went to Dallas, which is located upon Trinity River, and is the Metropolis of Northern Texas.  There was little to note in my stay there, except the amusingly antagonistic reasons assigned by two men for not giving me their patronage.  Their business houses were upon the same side of one street, and not very remote from each other.  One refused because my book was not sufficiently religious in its tone, and the other because he saw the name of the Lord upon one of its pages.  It was plainly evident in both cases that the name of the “Almighty Dollar” as its price was the most probable impediment.