The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1895-08-15
No Section Can Surpass it
in this Country.
CHARMING, SALUBR|ORs CLIMATE.
Fine Crops Greet the Eye....The Cobb
County Literary Convention to
Meet in Middleton.
Where'er, Ger all this country,
My wandering steps now roam,
My heart oft turns with pleasure

MY wandering steps now roam,
My heart oft turns with pleasure
10 the friends of my dear old home.
Daring the first part of this year
! spent two months lecturing to the
people among the mountains and
valleys of beautiful East Tennessee.
While there, enjoying their warn-
hearted and cheering hospitality,
and looking on such superb stock
and herds of pretty cattle fed from
"garners filled with golden grain,"
| thought in the exhuberance of the
hour, "surely this is the finest coun.
try in the world" And it is in-
deed fine country. But when /
was forced to remember every time
J. took drink of water, that their
cisterns could not cope with Geor-
gia's cool wells and crystal springs,
felt a longing for my dear old
Georgia home. And when I came
in contact with the mud, the mud,
the mnd, which sticks to you like
the big-hearted Tennessee people
do, could but think of the pretty
gray land, comparatively level and
productive, to which | had beer SO
long accustomed in Cobb county, a
patriotic feeling pride swayed my
thoughts, and I could but. agree
with my dear old crippled friend
and brother, uncle Fayette Jeffries
that, ali things considered, no sec
ton in this broad land, can surpas
! that salubrious and charming bel
of which Cobb couaty is the repre-
sentative heart and center.
Last week | spent several day
in Henry and Spalding counties il
the vicinities of Locust Grove an,
Griffin, and | thought that surely
had never seen such fine crops il
all my life. And there were
few fields, which by themselves, sur
passed anything | have seen in
long time. But when | rode few
days ago on my swing from Powde
Springs to Lost Mountain, l opene,
my eyes in wonder and delight, 70
the corn and cotton were on an ay
erage, just as fine or finer, than tn
famous Spalding county farms coul
boast. And so the impulse seize
me to write this hurried letter t
the Marietta Journal, throug
whose columns | talked to my Cob
county friends in the golden ION
ago, and congratulate them all up
ON living in county, unsurpasse
by any cline which my wanderin
eyes have seen. | believe in sing
ing a note of cheer and hope ever
time can, making people content
ed-yes, happy and thoughtful
amid their abiding environments.
| rejoice that, turning aside from
other invitations of long standing,
can look forward to meeting agar
soon with my old friends in tn
Cobb county Literary Convention
which convenes at Middleton, GA.
the meeting having been postponed
from next Saturday to a date to b,
announced later.
My heart is unspeakably sadden
ed when | think OF the mission tina
recently carried me back TO tn.
community of my former home anC
friends. l vas called to the bed
side of my noble young friend, Mr.
ColemS" Watson, at Lost Mountain
reaching there few sad hours be.
fore he folded his hands in obedi>
ence to the touch of death. Only a
few weeks before, his bright and
beautiful sister, Miss Lila was CALI
ed cup higher" They were known
far and wide, as two of the brightest
members our literary circle ever
had. Oh, how my heart is pierced
with pain to give them up. Only a
short time before their going, my
own precious sister, Sallie Blanche,
the sunshine and inspiration of all