Jeff Davis and Fairview The following is an extract from an article in the August number of the Southern Bivouac, by Col. E. Polk Johnson, of Louisville. Then followed rapid inquiries after the health and welfare of old friends in Kentucky, during which the marvelous memory of the man was show. Calling them by their baptismal names, he would ask after the children of his former friends whom he had not seen for years when he was most familiar with Kentucky. He appears to have a remarkable memory for names. relating an incident connected with his not very remote visit to his birthplace , at Fairview, in Todd county, Ky, he gave a happy illustration of this faculty. he said that at the old fashioned barbecue given in his honor during the visit, much attention was shown him by certain elderly ladies of the neighborhood which he had left when a boy of eight years. One lady was especially attentive and anxious that no one of the viands should fail to reach the guest. As the dinner progressed, his mind reverted to his boyhood days, and he recalled a sunny faced little girl whom he had called his sweetheart at the mature age of eight years, she being perhaps a year younger. So he asked the lady, What became of Patty Bell? A flush of gratified pride swept over the dear old ladys face as she responded: Why Mr.. Davis, Im Patty Bell. Not the honors won on the field in Mexico, the civic crown earned in the Senate, nor the high duties of a proud presidency had driven from his mind the name of a little loved one, through time with a merciless hand had carved strange lines upon her face when they two met again upon the declining slop of live. Betty Sellers