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prBLIFBEP twice a month. VOL. III. ATLANTA, GA., JULY 1, 1884. NO. 17. RAILWAY CUISINE. A MODEL RAILWAY DINING STATION. It is reported of Horace Greeley that when he visited the South soon after the late war between the States, he remark ed: “The South needs 20,000 good cookB.” Those familiar with the cuisine of the South previous to the war recol lect that the cooking was excellent be cause it was made a special point of at traction. The traveler by rail, especially in the Sou th, very justly complains not only of the cuisine at the railway eating houses alon g the line, but the ill ventilation and want of cheerfulness and adaptation °f the buildings. That there was room for improvement in the house and the cooking cannot be ques tioned. a line which looks after the comfort of the passenger in this special matter renders itself popular. We pre- wnt on this page an illustration of a model railway eating house. We do so ■n order to commend the example thus ® fcl to other lines for imitation. We r nst to see every railroad dotted with Uke mstitutions. i . hotel is situated at Oxanna, on e Georgia Pacific Railroad, and reflects e ‘ighest credit upon the road and town. A w ide hall runs through the build- and on one side, convenient to the ln s, are the dining rooms, on the et Iffi * e tWo large waiting rooms, tick- inon.'a 6 » telegrap h, express and baggage of the railroads, all of which are occupied. ^ secending broad, easy flights of stairs you reach the parlors and rooms of the hotel on the second floor, around which runs a delightful wide porch, from which are magnificent views. Briefly stated, the hotel in all of its ap pointments is strictly first-class and all right. Oxanna is situated on two trunk lines, on the banks of a running stream fur nishing sufficient water for steam and drainage purposes, in the midst of an almost inexhaustible superior iron ore, having fine springs on the mountain side, high above the houses, from which the purest spring water can be obtained by gravitation, and is surrounded by fer tile farming country whose products must seek this natural channel to the commercial world. Eight trains stop here daily. We expected to present on our first page of this issue a handsome cut of the Exposition Grounds at New Orleans, but as we are roady for tbe press, our engravers notify us that it will not be ready for several days. As we cannot afford to delay the issue, we give another illustration in its stead. Those wishing to secure a representation of the Expo sition Buildings and Grounds at New Orleans, will send for the next issue. This is the midsummer issue, and will be found to contain niany *dvernse- ments. It will pay to read them atten tively for they contain many val “^ f facts and suggestions. They are full of instruction. Written especially for the Southern World. | THE FRENCH BROAD IN OI.DEN TIMES. bt a r. h. Queen of the ancient wilderness, when on thy royal tide The white swan and the light canoe soft floated side by side; When tby far-stretching waters like a moving mirror held Untrodden woods and beetling cliffs no mortal ever scaled; When thy fresh bosom heaved beneath the south-wind's wooing pow'ra, That on bis kiss e’er had tbe scent of ilch Floridian flow’rs; Primeval grandenr was thy crown, thy robe the ambient skies. Thy sceptre rolling floods that laved tbe hunter’s paradise 1 From darkling caves along tby shores the shaggy bear looked forth Whene’er wild geese came sweeping down upon thee, flying north; Thy rocky steeps re-echoed through the summer nights the howl Of ravening wolves, the goshawk’s scream, the panther’s horrid growl. The notes of lonely whip-poor-will, tbe owl’s blood-curdling song. The gambols of the trout that leaped thy merry shoals among. Ten thousand bird cantatas each spring morn ing there would rise Tto make melodious music for tbe hunter’s paradise 1 The meek-eyed does and antlered stag*. *® d tawny bison herds Came down at noon to drink at all thy pearly- bottomed fords; The wild ducks on thy deep still coves In oountless millions flocked. Their variegated hues a chans sun-bellied and Milow-rocked; The crane stood meditatively In many a lone lagoon; Tbe lover chanted amorous lays beneath the rising moon; The Indian maidens In thy depth beheld their wild-rose bloom; The warrior viewed his feathery form, fierce la its paint perfume. The virgin glories of the scene the pale-face hunter drank In luscious draughts, while seated on some tall cliff's bastion flank. He sadly thought of home behind, but gased with pride before Upon tbe undeveloped wealth that decked thy homeless shore; And bargained there to pay the price of hard ships, toil and blood. To wrest thee from tbe fierce wild beasts and children of the wood. Tbe distant wigwam’s curling smoke roee ’neath the setting sun. The night-clouds like lone sentinels hung o’er the mountain’s dun, Thy queenly bosom proudly heaved, as there, alone with God, The sturdy pioneer arose and christened thee M French Broad." Mt. Vernon, N. C. 0 ■», The Waynesboro True Citizen, in speaking of oar young friend, Preston H. Lovett, says that his friends there are pleased to learn that he is 1 ' succeed ing finely in the profession of law in the great capital city of the State. No other result, however, could be expected from one who applies himself with the same industry and devotion to his work.'* Preston merits all that can be said of him in law or belles-letters, and he is destined to success in all the courts in whieh he practicee.