The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1895-10-10
OUR TOWN.
Kind Words by al Editor
of New Orleans Paper.
A CHARMING, PICTURESQUE PLACE
Near by Looms Up KenneSaw Noun.
tain Recalling MemoriesI
of Other Days.
From New Orleans Picayune ]

From New Orleans Pcayune
Marietta, the county seat of Cobb
county, is typical town of the new
south with population of about
$500. 1t possesses numerous man.
ufactories, prominent among them
being the Marietta Manufacturing
Company and the Brumby Chair
Company, a tour through which,
under the guidance Of their cour.
teous managers, Mr.. Dick Simpson,
of the former, and Mr.. James Tai.
ley, of the latter, reveals scores of
workmen engaged in making chairs,
and one who has never before seen
the operation, cannot but weader
at the care and attention bestowed
upon those useful and necessary
household articles. A paper mill,
and, on the outskirts of the town.
one of the most extensive marble
works in the south, are other indus
tries deserving Of mention. It mas
two very nice hotels, Numerous
churches, one of which, not yet
completed is entirely of marble, and,
strangest of all, to one who has
travelled through Louisiana, the
writer failed to see a single saloon.
A public school, erected at cost Of
$15, 600, reflects credit upon the
town officials.
The society is extremely refined
and the beautiful homes, of which
there are many, presen. with theil
well kept lawns, a most pleasing
picture.
But, picturesque and pretty as il
the little village, its chief charm
lies IN the beautiful drives that sur
round it on every side, and at this
season of the year, when the foliage
has just begun to pu. on its autumn
dress, the views presented, are o.
surprising loneliness. One of the
principal features, and one which
none who visit there should fail te
see, is the National cemetery, one
Of the most beautiful cities of the
dead to be found in all the lSnd
There are buried here upwards Of
1900 soldiers, and 5000 tablet;
bear the word unknown" Gaz.
ing upon the little mounds, which
marks the resting place of ali, and
in the solemn stiffness which every.
where prevails, one cannot but re-
call the lines of Tennyson and long
tor the corning of the time:
Ill the war"drum throbb'd no longer,
and the battle flags were turld
lr the parliament OF man. the federation
of the world"
A short distance away, looms up
against the sky the form of Kenne.
saw, and no one can view it without
recalling the old days, when almost
hidden from sight by the smoke Of
battle, Its sides reverberated with
the harsh, disccrdart sounds Of
war. But now all is changed, and
the sweet messengers of peace, the
songsters of the forest, fit, undis-
turbed, from bough to Dough, fright
ened occasionally away by the ap~
preach OF some tiller OF the soil on
his early morning journey to the
held, or, perhaps, having tucked
their little heads under their wings,
wearied of their singing, they may
be awakened and their slumbers
broken' by the passing of ner-y
parties of bellies and beaux, who
make the welkin ring when, to the
accompaniment Of sweet music, they
while the happy hours away with
the songs that, old as they are, will
never lose their charm.
"Ah, scenes in deep remembrance set.
scenes never, never to return;
Scenes il, in stupor forget,
Again | fell, again burn.
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