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Vol. IV.
x The pine trees
in and around
Thomasville have
been and still are
her most powerful
magnets. The
medical profession
is on record in
this country and
Europe as to the
healing qualities
of soft southern
breezes when
blown through
forests of pines.
Catching and
bearing on their
wings, as they do,
the rich aroma of
these pines, they
bring back the
flush of health to wasted cheeks and
kindle the eye again with hope. —
Thomasville (Ga.} Times.
The Girl I Left Behind Me.
The dames of France are fond and free,
And Flemish lips are willing.
And soft the maids of Italy,
And Spanish eyes are thrilling;
Still though I bask beneath their smile,
Their charms fail to bind me,
And my heart falls back to Erin’s Isle,
To the girl I left behind me.
For she’s as fair as Shannon’s side,
And purer than its water.
But she refus’d to be my bride
Though many a year I sought her;
Yet, since to France 1 sailed away,
Her letters oft remind me,
That I promis’d never to gainsay
The girl J left behind me.
She says, “ My own dear love, come home.
My friends are rich and many,
Or else, abroad with you I’ll roam,
A soldier stout as any;
I f you’ll not come, nor let me go,
I’ll think you have resigned me,”
My heart nigh broke when I answered, “No,”
To the girl I left behind me.
For never shall my true love brave
A life of war and toiling,
And never as a skulking slave
I’ll tread my native soil on;
But were it free or to be freed,
The battle s close would find me
To Ireland bound, nor message need
From the girl I left behind me.
Some of the grandest scenery in
America is exhibited from Lookout
Mountain, right above the city of Chat
tanooga. By the Western & Atlantic
Railroad from Atlanta, and the rail
road leading to the top of the moun
tain you now go upon grand old Look
out without the tedious hack drive
which was formerly an inevitable part
of the trip. See that your tipkpt? read
A. tixim.oi’ou.s dare-devil---tile very man to suit my purpose. Bulwbb.
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FARM SCENE IN THE CHICKAMAUGA V.ALLEY, ON THE W. A A. IL R.
OTJR. "FAMILJAR SONGS ” NUMBER.
ATLANTA, CA., NOVEMBER 15, 1889.
Why the Leaves Turn.
“Probably not one person in a thou
sand knows why leaves change their
color in the fall,” remarked an eminent
botanist the other day. The common
and old-fashioned idea is that all this
red and golden glory we see now is
caused by frosts. A true and scien
tific explanation of the causes of the
coloring of leaves would necessitate a
long and intricate discussion. Stated
briefly and in proper language, those
causes are these : The green matter in
the tissue of a leaf is composed of two
colors, red and blue. When the sap
ceases to flow in the fall, and the nat
ural growth of the tree ceases, oxida
tion of the tissue takes place. Under
certain conditions, the green of the leaf
changes to red; under different condi
tions it takes on a yellow or brown
tint. This difference in color is due
to the difference in combination of the
original constituents of the green tis
sue and to the varying conditions ot
climate, exposure and soil. A dry,
cold climate produces more brilliant
foliage than one that is damp and
warm. This is the reason that our
American autumns are so much more
gorgeous than those of England. There
are several things about leaves that
even science cannot explain. For in
stance, why one of two trees growing
side by side, of the same age and hav
ing the same exposure, should take on
a brilliant red in the fall, and the other
should turn yellow; or why one branch
of a tree should be highly colored and
the rest of the tree have only a yellow
tint, are questions that are as impossi
ble to answer as why one member of
a family should be perfectly healthy
and another sickly, Maples and oaks
have the brightest po]ors : ”--fWd pwi
I’W*;
Plum and Philosophy.
The Dooly (Ga.) Vindicator seems to
sport a rustler who doesn’t care whether
school keeps or not. Read how he
goes on :
The bee is full of satire. At least
the sting hurts.
“Sugar bilins” are the go now.
Boss is yer wanter buy any ’taters.”
We haven’t received but two sam
ples of sugar cane this season. We
had to steal them.
Don’t put all the polish on the front
gate post. The contrast between it
and the yard is too great.
Call on your neighbor for every
thing you need that you haven’t got.
He always has it, and it don’t cost you
anything.
“They say” that “every cloud has
a silver lining.” Wouldn’t it be much
better if the cloud would torn wrong
side out?
The snake sheds his skin once a year.
We are not so well off as the snake for
we can’t even make a change for the
winter.
Anticipating a great rush of busi
ness, we prepared several receipt books,
to be used in our subscription business.
Some of those books are still on our
hands.
The meanest man in town is the one
that sold a customer some eggs that
had young chickens in them, and
when he found it out wanted to charge
extra for the chickens,
A fellow asked us the other day to
pay him what we owed him. That
fellow has lots of check, Lots of folks
owe us but wejdon’t make muchVuss
about jt. They are able to.owo.it;
and this feeling
often results in bad boys. — Atchison
Globe.
Two Years.
I. —LAST YEAR.
They strolled on the beach by the bright
summer sea;
He and she.
And they never paid any attention to me,
He and she.
His air was superb, and to all that he said
She modestly listened and hung down her
head,
While witL swift flying blushes her fair
lace grew red.
Dear me!
11. —THIS YEAR.
Again they are seen on the beach by the sea,
She and he;
And they’re married this year you will
quickly agree,
She and he.
In silence he stalks while she lays down the
law,
A man more submissive the world never
saw,
He’s learned that a kitten has claws in her
paw.
Dear me!
—Somerville Journal.
One of our Sunday-school teachers
on a recent occasion told her pupils
that when they put their pennies in
the contribution box she wanted each
to repeat a Bible verse suitable for the
occasion. The first boy dropped in a
cent, saying, “The Lord loveth a cheer
ful giver.” The next boy dropped his
cent into the box, saying, “He that
giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord.”
The third and youngest boy dropped
his penny, saying, “A fool and his
money are soon parted.”
There is no road surpassing the W.
&A. in the varied character of its
scenery —mountains, valleys, streams
and forests.— ■’State, Town and County.
The Keww Route iu quickest,
NO. 22.
We feel sorry
for a boy. To be
a boy of 14 or 15
means to be the
occupant of the
worst old lumber
room in the house.
If there is any
money spent on
decoration it is in
the girl’s room,
because the girls
are supposed to
like pretty things
and boys are
“rough.” The
average boy car
iies a feeling of
neglect
down in his heart,