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- - fe^Ssci,.^i. l^^^: EJ.TF._.- r> l or Kenesaw V_ dep° t H Atl v ■ ——_; - _> (q a-alleTi H-Tj Vol. V. Comedy of Love. ACT I. — SCENE I. A glade, some shade, A man, A maid. A pout, somedoubt- Misunderstood. SCENE 11. Same glade, moie shale. Same man, Same maid, A kiss, some bibs — Miss understood. scene in. A wedding. Barbara Allan. It was in and about the Mart’mas time, When the green leaves were a failin’, That Sir John Graham, in the west countrie, Fell in love wi’ Barbara Allan. He sent his man down through the town,’ To the place where she was dwallin’, O, haste and come to mv master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan. O, slowly, slowly rase she up, To the place where he'was lyin’, And when she drew the curtain by, “Young man, I think ye’re dyin’. ” “It’s oh, I’m sick, I’m very, very sick, And it’s a’ for Barbara Allan; O, the better for me ye’se never be Though your heart’s bluid were a-spill in’.” “0, dinna ye mind, young man, she said, When ye was in the tavern a drinkin’, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slichtit Barbara Allan.” He turned his face unto the wa, And death was with him dealin’; “Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a', And be kind to Barbara Allan.” And slowly, slowly, rase she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighin’, said, she could not stay, Since deyth of life had rest him. She hadna gane a mile but twa, When she heard the deid-lell ringin’, And every jow the deid-bell gi’ed. It cried, “Wae to Barbara Allan.” “Oh, mother, mother, mak’ my bed, And mak’ it saft and narrow; Since my love died for me to-day I’ll die for him to-morrow.” Woman. When with a smile your argument she hears, She has resolved your wishes to obey, But when she meets your reasoning with tears, Be sure the woman means to have her way. O, woman, thou wert fashioned to beguile, The poet sings. A libel surely this. They who have known the sunshine of her sm i le Swear she was made to comfort and to bless. A pretty girl delights the gazer’s eyes, But beauty never can with love compare; Iler home a handsome woman beautifies, A loving one diliuses sunshine there. .A. humorous dare-devil—the very man to suit my purpose. Bulweb. r-" ”* - - ■“ ii ~ ...... ”* • - . __ 1 ■ • . ' “HORSE-SHOE bend’’ AND ETOWAH BRIDGE, W. & A. R. R. OTJR, “EARLY SPRIMG' 1 NUMBER. ATLANTA, CA., FEBRUARY I, 1890. Although ’gainst lovely woman cynics prate, . Men know it is her nature to be true, And certainly her virtue should be great, Since frequently it must suffice for two. Girls and Their Photographs. Learn to say no when asked for your photograph by some one not especially dear to you. There is in that little word much that will protect you from evil tongues. Learn to think that your face is too sacred to decorate the apartment of Tom, Dick or Harry, no matter if each one of the three is one of the pleasantest fellows in the world. When the sun imprinted in black and white, just how sweet and how dainty you look, it did not mean that the pic ture should have incense in the shape of tobacco smoke, or dubious praise in the form of a discussion of your points rendered to it. Give away your pic ture with discretion. Remember that some day will come along Prince Charming, who will have a right, the right owned by the master of the heart, to ask for the counterfeit presentment of yourself after he knows that he is going to have the real girl for his own. Think how mortified you would be if he should discover that the giving of your photograph has been almost as the invitations to your New Year’s party. Think how he will feel if he sees your face looking over the mantle shelf in Dick’s room—Dick whom he knows to be a braggart, and a man for whom he has the utmost contempt! Then just learn to say no. Don’t dis play your photographs to your men friends, and you will not have this un pleasant task ; but if you should-do it, and have not the courage to say the little inonosylable, be wise and refer them to papa. — Ladled Home Journal. The Western & Atlantic Railroad runs from Atlanta, the capital and largest, as well as most enterprising city of Georgia, the empire state of the south, to Chattanooga, the pluck iest and most enterprising city of Ten nessee. Smiles. History is not fable agreed upon but truth disagreed upon. Gratitude is the music of the heart when its chords are moved by kindness. The easiest way for a good wife to get along pleasantly is to practise what her husband preaches. Can you substantiate that statement? asked a lawyer of a colored witness. Dunno about dat boss, but I kin prove all I said. A sister’s love is very sweet and holy, but it isn’t at all satisfying if she is your own sister. Sadie —“I think billiards must be a very nice game, Robert.” Robert — “Why, w’at do you know of it?” Sadie (demurely) —“I hear there are kisses in it.” Then they had some without playing billiards. A woman out west was badly injured by the bite of a bat. Bats are danger ous. We know of another instance in which an umpire was terribly mutilated by a bat. The crowd didn’t think the player was really out. Perhaps you fancy that the term “best girl” comes from Chicago. Not at all. An autograph letter of Shel ley’s, now on exhibition in London, shows that he originated it. He ad dressed Clare Clairmont as “my best girl.” Fond lover, after a long-delayed proposal —“Perhaps I have been too sudden, darling.” Darling girl (re gaining her composure with a mighty effort) —“Yes, George, it is very sud den, but” —and here she became faint againt —“it is not too sudden.” Indignant Physician —“Man, what have you done? You sent my patient the wrong prescription and it killed him. Druggist —“Veil, vhat vas der mat ter mit you ? Last veek I sent your odder patient der right prescription and dot, killed him. How can some body please sooch a man.” : Sherman-Johnston campaign. Sally in Our Alley. Os all the girls that are so smart There’s none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land That’s half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. Her father he makes cabbage-nets, And through the streets does cry ’em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy ’em ; But sure such folks could ne’er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely ; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely; But let him bang his bellyful,— ! I’ll bear it all for Sally; For she is the darling of my heart, < And lives in our allev. 1 Os all the days that’s in the week I dearly love but one day, And that’s the day that comes betwixt The Saturday and Monday; For then I’m drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. My master carries me to church, And often am 1 blamed Because 1 leave him in the lurch As soon as the text is named ; 1 leave the church in sermon-time, And slink away to Sally, She is the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. When Christmas comes about again, Oh, then I shall have the money! I’ll hoard it up, and box and all, I’ll give it to my honey; Oh, won hl it were ten thousand pound! I’d give it all to Sally ; For she’s the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. As you go over the W. & A. ask i the conductor to show you the great “horse-shop bond ” The Western <& Atlantic Railroad is . known as the “old reliable.” NO. 3. The Western & Atlantic is the onlyw railroad by which7 you can pass through Marietta, skirt Ken nesaw Mountain and pass through its bat tle-field. Pass Big Shanty, Allatoona (Hold the fort for I am coming), Res aca, Dug Gap, Buz zard Roost, Tunnel Hill, Ringgold, Chickamauga, and other points of the