tizing minuteness in the morning paper does not mak
breakfast the less palatable, and the exposure of pri-
vate life in the public prints does not lessen the circu-
lation of a journal.
How many in all this bustling city could pray the prayer of Socrates, but would not rather write him down a ragged, bare-footed, old heathen, and an ass ? " O, beloved Pan, and all ye gods whose dwelling is in this place, grant me to be beautiful in soul, and all that I possess of outward things to be at peace with them within. Teach me to think wisdom the only riches. And give me so much wealth, and so much only, as a good and holy man could manage or enjoy."
San Francisco climate, like the people, is exceed- ingly mixed, very good and very bad ; treacherous, contradictory, and yet most reliable ; hot and cold, and yet neither hot nor cold; dry, yet always damp, raining, but not wet — clothing at one time on the street, lace shawl and furs, overcoat and duster, and one as appropriate as another. "Four seasons in one day ; blarst such a country ! " exclaimed a tragic Faust as he threw up his engagement and hurried out of town.
Often in the kitchen there were storms; as when Alice, who was a good cook, and had a bit of temper withal, had her wages gradually reduced from $250 to $100 a month, flew into a rage, and marched her- self off*, saying she would not live in such a place.
How different from all this is the picture of to-day ! Gradually from Yerba Buena cove the city of our father Saint Francis has spread out, first northward over the hills and into the valleys beyond, far away to the Golden Gate, then southward for miles, en- compassing the old Mission Dolores and far beyond, while westward and on the hill tops broad avenues lined with palaces and gardens invite the weary money- makers to repose. Grand hotels, and mercantile and manufacturing establishments, stand along the busy
