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vmrnrt Trr. ~. „. .._ , MHHRBIit wWOlk wssssa#* V v ' Vol. 11. Bring Back my Bonnie to Me. My bonnie lies out on the ocean, While sadly I wait on the shore; He wander’d away o’er the billow, I’m longing to see him once more ! He comes to my heart in bright visions, His face like an angel’s I see! And still do I sigh in my dreaming, Oh I bring back my bonnie to me I Chorus — Bring back, bring back, bring back my love o’er the sea I Bring back, bring back, bring back my bon nie to me I He left me when the roses were fading, To bid me farewell, for a while; My heart is so weary and lonely, Bereft of his beautiful smile, I stray where the billows are dashing, And wonder where now he can be; My heart to the waves ever whispers, Oh I bring back my bonnie to me! Then, darling one, can you forsake me? My life is so weary and lone; Oh ! send me a word o’er the water, And say you are ever my own I In sorrow and tears I’m repining, And sad is my watch by the sea, My darling, my dear one forever j Oh! bring back my bonnie to me 1 Killed in its Mother’s Arms. A prominent Confederate officer stated to us a few days ago that -dur ing the siege of Atlanta in 1864 a lady came to the Confederate army head quarters and asked for relief in the way of provisions, etc. She stated that the day before, while she was walking through her yard carrying her baby, a cannon shot from one of Sherman’s batteries suddenly struck the little one and knocked it from her arms, leaving scarcely a fragment of its remains vis ible, while she herself was altogether unhurt. This, the gentleman stated to us, was the most remarkable occurrence of the kind he had ever heard of in the history of warfare. We may add that it was also as touchingly sad as it was remarkable. God grant that the horrors of war may not again be visit ed upon our country! Truth, Fitly Spoken. Several handsome new coaches are gliding over the polished rails of the ever and only “old reliable” Western & Atlantic. — Dalton (Ga. j Citizen. -A. humorous dare-devil—the very rxiEin to su.it my purpose. Bulwer. “MIDSU ZMZMEIR” IST TJ TsZE B E Tt. Amicalola Falls. This is one of the prettiest cascades in America. The falls are located in the northern corner of Dawson county, Georgia, about twenty miles east of Jasper, on the Marietta & North Geor gia Railroad. The little creek which gives its name to the falls runs along on the top of a mountainous ridge until, reaching the southern side, it tumbles over in a per pendicular fall of about eighty feet, thence slides, bounces and tumbles downward in a succession of little cas cades until it reaches the valley be low. The total height from the sum mit of the first leap to where the wa ter runs on the level of the valley is 744 feet. From the way the water leaps, or tumbles, from height to height, the Indians called it “ Am-i-ca-10-la,” “Leaping (or Tumbling,) Water.” These falls can be plainly seen from ATLANTA, CA., JULY 15, 1887. J^T " I jA ISWW' Ir % Wife '-'X- ; ■■' < ■A- j I, W.. Miiij B |:„„;1 .. .: '' '■■■ .■ ' ' ' ’ '' '■ AMICALOLA FALLS. the hotel at Dawsonville, ten miles dis tant to the southeast. They present a beautiful appearance from the regular wagon road leading from Jasper to Dawsonville which passes within about three-quarters of a mile of the falls. The water appears like a white ribbon hanging over the top of the mountain, thence frazzling out irregularly as it comes below. The best way to visit this beautiful spot is to go via the Western & At lantic Railroad to Marietta, thence via the Marietta & North Georgia Rail road to Jasper, and take a buggy or other conveyance from the livery sta ble at that point. We give herewith a picture of this beautiful cascade, which was prepared for the Western & Atlantic Railroad Company, and which appears in their “Marietta folder.” The Kennesaw Route always ahead. Questions in Arithmetic for the Youngsters.} 1. A train on the Western & Atlant ic Railroad is running forty miles per hour. A fly lights on a man’s nose and is immediately slapped at by the irate passenger. Mr. Fly darts off to wards the front end of the car, at the rate of sixty miles per hour. How fast is that fly passing over a stationa ry cross-tie, when we combine the speed which the car is making with the speed which the fly is making through the comparative still atmosphere inside of the car, after deducting somewhat for the union of speed, which there must necessarily be, in the insect's flight, and the rush of the train ? 2. A train on the Western & At lantic Railroad is running at the rate of forty miles per hour, and the same fly has come back to the same passen ger and lit on his nose, and is vigor ously slapped at again. This time he darts toward the rear end of the train at the rate of sixty miles per hour. What speed is the fly making over a stationary cross-tie, when we allow for his course one way and the train’s course the other, and the necessary speed against him which the atmos phere in the car is making toward the engine? “Behold, God is Mine Helper.” “That’s the reason why our business is so good,” said the general freight and passenger agent of the Western A At lantic Railroad, when it was comment ed on, recently. “This portion of PsaJm LIV, in the last Kennesaw Gazette, is a better reason than the hard work and careful attention which are characteristic of the employes of the road; or, I might say, it is a re ward for them.” Two hundred guests are enjoying the exhilarating breezes and life-giv ing watersof delightful Catoosa Springs. The resort is now more popular than it has been in six years past. — Dalton (Ga.) Citizen. Yes, go to Catoosa Springs, if you wish to be healthyand happy. Through sleeping cars and through coaches run from Jacksonville, via Albany, Macon and Atlanta to Catoosa. NO. 14.