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found him, lie meditated an instant, but only an instant, when he opened the door of the safe and counted out the money. The gambler saw that he was caught, that Smith could and would make him much more trouble than the money would do him good, and that this was by far his best way out of it. Smith took the money and departed, the good man meekly following.
Even in the interior, Califomians concluded in 1850 that there were sufficient conveniences to render life comfortable, while in San Francisco the man with money might indulge in luxuries to any extent, and even board at a hotel having a notice posted "Potatoes at every meal." True, there were some, who, like the Englishman, seemed to expect as much of a place which had called itself a city but for twelve months as of a metropolis twelve hundred years old. This John Bull, with more belly than brains, and characteristically prolific in left-handed compliments to those who showed him attention, was invited by a friend to a public dinner, which, considering the newness of things, and the fact that the market was necessarily supplied entirely from abroad, was really elegant. The Entrlishman feasted himself to his heart's content, and rose from the table with happiness shining from every corner of his face. His entertainer, naturally proud of the capabilities of so new a country, slapped him on the shoulder and exclaimed, " Well, sir, was not that a good dinner? " " Yery good, very good," replied the Englishman but then its nothmg to what I have eaten in London! "
One Sunday immediately after the receipt of the news of Louis Napoleon's doings in the Crimea, a clergyman of Nevada took occasion to refer in tlattering terms to the Bonaparte family in general. A volatile Frenchman happened to form one of the congregation. Scarcely had the preacher reached the culmi
