San Francisco History

Mark Twain in San Francisco

The following news articles by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) were printed in the San Francisco Daily Morning Call between June and October 1864.

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The Cosmopolitan Hotel Besieged

As a proof that it is good policy to advertise, and that nothing that appears in a newspaper is left unread, we will state that the mere mention in yesterday's papers that the Cosmopolitan Hotel would be thrown open for public inspection, caused that place to be besieged at an early hour yesterday evening, by some thirty thousand men, women and children; and the chances are that more than as many more had read the invitation, but were obliged to forego the pleasure of accepting it. By eight o'clock, the broad halls and stairways of the building, from cellar to roof, were densely crowded, with people of all ages, sexes, characters, and conditions in life; and a similar army were collected in the street outside, unable to gain admission - there was no room for them. The lowest estimate we heard of the number of persons who passed into the Hotel was twenty thousand, and the highest sixty thousand; so we split the difference, and call it thirty thousand. And among this vast assemblage of refined gentlemen, elegant ladies, and tender children, was mixed a lot of thieves, ruffians, and vandals. They stole everything they could get their hands on - silverware from the dining room, handkerchiefs from gentlemen, veils and victorines from ladies, and even gobbled up sheets, shirts, and pillow-cases in the laundry, and made off with them. They wantonly destroyed costly parlor ornaments, and pulled down and trampled under foot the handsome lace curtains of some of the windows. They "went through" Mr. Henning's room, and left him not even a sock or a boot. (We observed, a day or two ago, that he had a bushel and a half of the latter article stacked up at the foot of his bed.) The masses, wedged together in the halls and on the staircases, grew hot and angry, and smashed each other over the head with canes, and punched each other in the face with their fists, and to stop the thieving and save loss to helpless visitors, and get rid of the pickpockets, the gas had to be turned off in some parts of the house. At ten o'clock, when we were there, there was a constant stream of people passing out of the hotel, and other streams pouring towards it from every direction, to be disappointed in their hopes of seeing the wonders within it, for the proprietors having already suffered to the extent of several thousands of dollars in thefts and damages to furniture, were unwilling to admit decent people any longer, for fear of another invasion of rascals among them. Another grand rush was expected to follow the letting out of the theatres. The Cosmopolitan still stands, however, and to-day it opens for good, and for the accommodation of all of them that do eat and sleep, and have the wherewithal to pay for it.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 1 September 1864.

Rincon School Militia

Before disbanding for a fort night's furlough, the boys connected with Rincon School had a grand dress parade, yesterday. They are classed into regular military companies, and officered as follows, by boys chosen from their own ranks: Company A, Captain John Welch; B, Captain John Warren; C, Captain Henry Tucker; D, Captain William Thompson; E, Captain Robinson; F, Captain Charles Redman; G, Captain Cyrus Myers; H, Captain Henry Tabor. Companies I and J have no regularly elected officers, we are told. The drummers of the regiment are two youngsters named Douglas Williams and John Seaborn, and their talent for making a noise amounts almost to inspiration. Both are first class drummers. The Rincon boys have been carefully drilled in military exercises for a year, now, and have acquired a proficiency which is astonishing. They go through with the most elaborate manoeuvres without hesitating and without making a mistake; to execute every order promptly and perfectly has become second nature to them, and requires no more reflection than it does to a practised boarder to go to dinner when he hears the gong ring. The word "drill" is the proper one - those boys' legs and arms have been drilled into a comprehension of those orders so that they execute them mechanically, even though the restless mind may be thinking of anything else in the world at the moment. Professor Robinson has been the military instructor of the Rincon Regiment for several months past. The School exercises, earlier in the day, were very interesting, and consisted of dialogues, declamations, vocal and instrumental music, calisthenics, etc. "The Humors of the Draft," a sort of comedy, illustrative of the shifts to which unwarlike patriots are put in order to compass exemption, was well played by a number of the School boys, and was received with shouts of laughter. Douglas Williams played, on his drum, a solo which would have been a happy accompaniment to one of our choicest earthquakes. A young girl sang that lugubrious ditty, "Wrap the Flag around me, Boys," and the extraordinary purity and sweetness of her voice actually made pleasant music of it, impossible as such a thing might seem to any one acquainted with that marvellous piece of composition. The Principal, Mr. Pelton's, heir, an American sovereign of eight Summers and no Winters at all, since his life has been passed here where it has pleased the Almighty to omit that season, gave a recitation in French, and one in German; and from the touching pathos and expression which he threw into the latter, and the liquid richness of his accent, we are satisfied the subject was a noble one and wrought in beautiful language, but we could not testify unqualifiedly, in this respect, without access to a translation. The Rincon School was mustered out of service, yesterday evening, for the term of two weeks.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 1 September 1864.

Fine Picture of Rev. Mr. King

California and Nevada Territory are flooded with distressed looking abortions done in oil, in watercolors, in crayon, in lithography, in photography, in sugar, in plaster, in marble, in wax, and in every substance that is malleable or chiselable, or that can be marked on, or scratched on, or painted on, or which by its nature can be compelled to lend itself to a relentless and unholy persecution and distortion of the features of the great and good man who is gone from our midst - Rev. Thomas Starr King. We do not believe these misguided artistic lunatics meant to confuse the lineaments, and finally destroy and drive out from our memories the cherished image of our lost orator, but just the contrary. We believe their motive was good, but we know their execution was atrocious. We look upon these blank, monotonous, over-fed and sleepy-looking pictures, and ask, with Dr. Bellows, "Where was the seat of this man's royalty?" But we ask in vain of these wretched counterfeits. There is no more life or expression in them than you may find in the soggy, upturned face of a pickled infant, dangling by the neck in a glass jar among the trophies of a doctor's back office, any day. But there is one perfect portrait of Mr. King extant, with all the tenderness and goodness of his nature, and all the power and grandeur of his intellect drawn to the surface, as it were, and stamped upon the features with matchless skill. This picture is in the possession of Dr. Bellows, and is the only one we have seen in which we could discover no substantial ground for fault finding. It is a life size outline photograph, elaborately wrought out and finished in crayon by Mrs. Frances Molineux Gibson, of this city, and has been presented by her to Rev. Dr. Bellows, to be sold for the benefit of the Sanitary Commission. It will probably be exhibited for a while at the Mechanics' Fair, after which it will be disposed of, as above mentioned. Dr. Bellows desires to keep it, and will do so if bids for it do not take altogether too high a flight.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 1 September 1864.

The Theatres, Etc.

MR. MASSETT'S LECTURE - "DRIFTING ABOUT." - The printer having by mistake announced in the big bills the entertainment of Mr. Massett for last night, this is to say that to-night is the occasion when he will drift before his audience, spread his sail to the popular breeze, and make the waves ripple with prose, poetry, humor and song, imitation, incident and story. There is enough of variety to please the most exacting, fun enough for the most funny, humor for the gay, pathos for the serious, and whims for the eccentric. He will do a greater variety of things than any other man ever attempted before an audience in one night, and brevity will be united with the variety. As the entertainment is announced as for "one night only," those who would hear and see Massett, should go to-night.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 1 September 1864.

Strategy, My Boy

One of our new policemen was lying exceedingly low in a Chinese alley the other night, for the purpose of surprising a loafer who was in the habit of stealing the bread of a butcher, the butcher thinking it was not meet that he should do so. While lying prone on the ground, the officer was discovered by a vigilant Chinaman, Ah Wah. The former feigned obliviousness. The benevolent Chinaman shook the prostrate form, but meeting with no response, decided that the ghost of the policeman had gone to another beat, and concluded to administer on his estate. John took an inventory. Item, one pistol, when suddenly the officer sprung to his feet and took John. He was brought before Judge Shepheard yesterday morning, charged with petty larceny. His counsel, Mr. Zabriskie, said that any innocent person might go through a man's pockets under similar circumstances. The argument was overpowering, and Ah Wah was discharged.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 1 September 1864.

The Mechanic's Fair

The stern, practical appearance which the great array of machinery and all manner of industrial implements has heretofore given to the Pavilion is being softened and relieved, now, by a pleasant sprinkling of fresh flowers and beautiful pictures; and by the time the Art halls are fully dressed with paintings, and the central tower with blooming plants, and the fountain below filled with limpid water, and the thousand lights a-blaze above a mass of people in ceaseless motion, the place will look as vivacious and charming as it now looks tumbled and shapeless. And while on this flight, it is proper to state that in the east wing of the Pavilion, Mr. Beers will have an excellent and commodious restaurant, where visitors can obtain anything or everything they may choose to eat or drink, and in quantities to suit the capacities of all stomachs. How naturally doth the cultivated human mind ascend from art and horticultural to hash and hominy!

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 2 September 1864.

Lost Child

A fat, chubby infant, about two years old, was found by the police yesterday evening, lying fast asleep in the middle of Folsom street, between Sixth and Seventh, and in dangerous proximity to the railroad track. We saw the cheerful youngster in the city jail last night, sitting contentedly in the arms of a negro man who is employed about the establishment. He had been taking another sleep by the stove in the jail kitchen. Possibly the following description of the waif may be recognized by some distressed mother who did not rest well last night: A fat face, serious countenance; considerable dignity of bearing; flaxen hair; eyes dark bluish gray, (by gaslight, at least; ) a little soiled red jacket; brown frock, with pinkish squares on it half an inch across; kid gaiter shoes and red-striped stockings; evidently admires his legs, and answers "Dah-dah" to each and all questions, with strict impartiality. Anyone having lost an offspring of the above description can get it again by proving property and paying for this advertisement.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 2 September 1864.

Suicide Out Of Principle

The Grass Valley National, of Tuesday evening, tells a story of a Chinaman named Ah Sin, who committed suicide in a very civilized way, impelled thereto by an enlightened motive. Ah Sin loved - to smoke opium. He had, it may be supposed, a quantity of his favorite drug, but lacked a pipe. In an evil hour, when suffering for the want of a smoke, he chanced upon a pipe "worth four bits or a dollar," and incontinently gobbled it up. At least that was the charge made against him by some other Chinamen, who were so angry with him for thus disgracing the national character for honesty, that they could not take time to starve the culprit to death in the usual manner, but undertook to beat him to death. A Policeman rescued him from the hands of the executioners, and for safety placed him in the calaboose. John called for his pipe and his opium bag, took a farewell smoke, and then taking his sash, a dirty silk one, from his waist, hung himself with it, with a great deal of difficulty and determination. The Policeman discovered him dead when he went in to give him his regular tea. He was in a kneeling position, from which it may be inferred that he died while saying his prayers to Josh.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 3 September 1864.

Labyrinth Garden

Visitors to the Mechanics' Fair, to-day, should examine carefully the pretty and ingenious Labyrinth Garden, in miniature, gotten up by Mr. Frank Staeglich, and situated near the Floral Tower. It is easy to see your way into it, and the paths are very straight, but to see your way out again is the impossible feature of the thing. Although this garden, with its endless complication of drives and avenues, is only about as large as an ordinary lunch table, the grass plats, flower-beds, and rows of microscopic trees, with which it is luxuriously embellished, are all alive and growing. There are within the garden one hundred and twenty-five perfect trees, from one to three inches high, belonging to many different species of California's lordliest forest monarchs, among which are the giant redwood and several kinds of pines. The long rows of lilliputian shrubs which inclose the garden are vigorous young cedar trees, and there are three thousand of them.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 3 September 1864.

The Lost Child Reclaimed

The child which we mentioned yesterday as having been found asleep in the middle of Folsom street by the Police, and taken to the City Jail, has been called for, collected and carried away by its father. It knew its father in a moment, and we believe that is considered to be a severe test of smartness in a child.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 3 September 1864.

The Californian

This sterling literary weekly has changed hands, both in the matter of proprietorship and editorial management. Mr. Webb has sold the paper to Captain Ogden, a gentleman of fine literary attainments, an able writer, and the possessor of a happy bank account - three qualifications which, in the lump, cannot fail to insure the continued success of the Californian. Mr. Frank Brett Hart will assume the editorship of the paper. Some of the most exquisite productions which have appeared in its pages emanated from his pen, and are worthy to take rank among even Dickens' best sketches. Taking all things in consideration, if the Californian dies now, it must be by the same process that resurrected Lazarus, which we are proud to be able to state was a miracle. After faithfully laboring night and day for about four months, and publishing fifteen numbers of the best paper in its particular department ever issued on this coast, Mr. Webb will now go and rest a while on the shores of Lake Tahoe. He has chosen to rest himself by fishing, and he is wise; for the fish in Lake Tahoe are not troublesome; they will let a man rest there till he rots, and never inflict upon him the fatigue of putting on a fresh bait. "Inigo" has our kindest wishes for his present and future happiness, though, rot or no rot.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 4 September 1864.

The Hurdle-Race Yesterday

The grand feature at the Bay View Park yesterday, was the hurdle race. There were three competitors, and the winner was Wilson's circus horse, "Sam." Sam has lain quiet through all the pacings and trottings and runnings, and consented to be counted out, but this hurdle business was just his strong suit, and he stepped forward promptly when it was proposed. There was a much faster horse (Conflict) in the list, but what is natural talent to cultivation?- Sam was educated in a circus, and understood his business; Conflict would pass him under way, trip and turn a double summerset over the next hurdle, and while he was picking himself up, the accomplished Sam would sail gracefully over the hurdle and slabber past his adversary with the easy indifference of conscious superiority. Conflict made the fastest time, but he fooled away too many summersets on the hurdles. The proverb saith that he that jumpeth fences with ye circus horse will aye come to grief.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 4 September 1864.

Domestic Silks

California may branch out and become a great silk manufacturing State some day, when it becomes known that her facilities for doing so are much superior to those of most other lands. Mr. Louis Prevost, of San Jose, who has a lot of silk worm eggs and cocoons on exhibition at the Mechanics' Fair, says that in Europe the greater portion of every crop of silkworms get diseased and die, but in this climate they all live and come to maturity - it is impossible for them to become diseased. He also says that here, it is but little trouble, and requires small care and attention to raise silk worms, and that in his department of labor, one man here can perform the work of eight in Europe, and do it with comparative ease. Mr. Prevost gets no opportunity to manufacture California silks, because the demand for his silkworm eggs is so great from foreign countries, and the prices paid him so liberal, that he finds it more profitable to lay the eggs and ship them off than to keep them and hatch them. As fast as the worms produce them, he sends them to Italy, and comes as near filling all orders from there as he can, at twelve dollars an ounce (containing forty thousand eggs.) He has an order from Mexico, now, for five hundred ounces, but he is unable to fill it. They say that a silkworm ranch is one of the few kinds of property in this world that never fail to pay. Let Californians make a note of it, and act upon it.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 4 September 1864.

Looks Like Sharp Practice

The examination of Simon Lewis, the pawnbroker, charged with exacting usurious interest, was concluded yesterday, in the Police Court. The testimony for the prosecution presents this state of facts: Adolph Warner took a watch, with chain attached, to the shop of the pawnbroker and pledged it for forty dollars, but did not receive the ticket which the law requires pawnbrokers to give in all cases to the person pledging an article, containing a description of the article, number of the pawn, and date of the transaction, signed by the broker. When Warner's wife discovered that he had left the watch with Lewis, without taking a ticket, she went herself for it, and received from the broker two tickets, one for the watch and one for the chain, purporting to evidence two separate loans of twenty dollars each, instead of one entire loan of forty dollars. The law prohibits pawnbrokers from taking a greater amount of interest than four per cent on sums over twenty dollars; but on sums of twenty dollars, and under, they are in the habit of charging ten per cent. The prosecution claims that his was but one loan, but that defendant had bifurcated the pledge so as to reduce the sums to within the limit upon which the high rates are charged, and thus compelled him to pay ten, instead of four per cent. The case looked badly for the pawnbroker; but when his own books were introduced in evidence, with his own clerk to explain them, of course Lewis would be exculpated, at least in the eye of the law; that is to say, he would - and he did - escape through a mere doubt - a doubt in law, but nowhere else. Lewis had the manufacturing of all the record and documentary evidence himself, and he would have been a more stupid knave than is generally to be found among pawnbrokers, if he had not made it to suit his side of the case in the event of a future controversy about it. From the contradictory character of the evidence, the Judge could not convict the defendant, but he delivered a short and pointed homily on the subject of honesty, as the best policy, and gave notice that he would be somewhat rigorous in future complaints of that sort.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 4 September 1864.

A Terrible Monster Caged

A most wretched criminal was brought into the Police Court yesterday morning, on a charge of petty larceny. He stands between three and four feet in his shoes, and has arrived at the age of ten years. His name does not appear on the register, so the world must remain in ignorance of that. He is an orphan who has been provided with a home in a respectable family of this city, and is charged with having taken some chips and sticks from about Dr. Toland's fine new building, which it is supposed he uses in kindling the fires for the family he lives with. The person whose vigilance discovered grounds for suspecting this fatherless and motherless boy of the horrible crime, is a carpenter who works at the building. The county is indebted to him. The little fellow came into Court under a strong guard. He was terrified almost out of his senses, and looked as if he expected the Judge to order his head to be chopped off at once. The matter, if entertained at all, will be heard on Monday, and in the mean time the little boy will anticipate worlds of misery. It is a matter of wonder to some that a deliberate attempt to send an indefinite number of souls to Davy Jones' locker, by one who occupies a prominent position, escapes Judicial scrutiny, while the whole force conservatorial is hot foot in the chase after some little ragged shaver, some fledgling of St. Giles, unkempt and uncared for, who flits from corner to corner, and from hole to hole, as if fleeing from his own shadow. But such persons don't understand conservatorial policy. Let the hoary headed sinners go, they can get no worse, and soon will die off, but look sharply after the young crop. The old trunk will decay after a while and fall before the tempest, but the sapling must be hewn down.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 4 September 1864.

A Promising Artist

The large oil painting in the picture store under the Russ House, of the "Blind Fiddler," is the work of a very promising California artist, Mr. William Mulligan, of Healdsburg, formerly of St. Louis, Mo. In the main, both the conception and execution are good, but the latter is faulty in some of the minor details. Dr. Bellows has a smaller picture, however, by the same artist, which betrays the presence of genius of a high order in the hand that limned it. The subject is a dying drummer boy, half sitting, half reclining, upon the battle field, with his body partly propped upon his broken drum, and his left arm hanging languidly over it. Near him lie his cap and his drum-sticks - unheeded, discarded, useless to him forever more. The dash of blood upon his shirt, the dreamy, away-at home look upon the features, the careless, resigned expression of the nerveless arm, tell the story. The colors in the picture are not gaudy enough to suit the popular taste, perhaps, but they represent nature truthfully, which is better. Mr. Mulligan has demonstrated in every work his hands have wrought, that he is an artist of more than common ability, and he deserves a generous encouragement. One or two of his pictures will probably be exhibited at the Mechanics' Fair now being held in this city.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 6 September 1864.

Peeping Tom Of Conventry

An amorous old sinner, named John Fine, went to the North Beach bath-house on Sunday for a swim. Owing to the number of pounds he weighed, he was forced to wade - his weight being considerably over several stone he couldn't swim, for who ever heard of stones swimming. In order to make up the deficit of fun, he went to the partition that screens the ladies' department, and peeped through a crevice. Mr. Ills, the proprietor of the establishment, witnessed the untoward scrutiny, and ordered him away; but life's charms riveted Fine to the spot, and he heeded not the Ills, when his person suffered under the weight of another stone. The proprietor sent a projectile which struck him in the face, near the left eye. Astronomically speaking, Fine saw stars, but didn't think it a fine sight. He left at once and prosecuted Ills. Yesterday Mr. Ills was fined five dollars for assault and battery.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 6 September 1864.

Turned Out Of Office

Resident Physician Raymond, Visiting Physician Geary, and Matron Weeks, of the City and County Hospital, were all summarily bundled out of office, last night, by the Board of Supervisors, for alleged official neglect, indifference, indolence, and general "dry rot" produced by long continuance in office, and apparent security in the possession of their places. Notice was given of a motion to reconsider this action, and in the meantime the two doctors and the matron were, by resolution, to retain their offices until their successors were appointed.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 6 September 1864.

A Small Piece Of Spite

Some witless practical joker made a false entry, a few days ago, on a slate kept at the dead-house for the information of the public, concerning dead bodies found, deaths by accident, etc. The Alta, Bulletin, and Flag, administered a deserved rebuke to the Coroner's understrappers, for permitting the entry to remain there, and pass into the newspapers and mislead the public, and for this reason the slate has been removed from the office. Now it is too late in the day for such men as these to presume to deny to the public, information which belongs to them, and which they have a right to demand, merely to gratify a ridiculous spite against two or three reporters. It is a matter of no consequence to reporters whether the slate is kept there or not; but it is a matter of consequence to the public at large, who are the real injured parties when the newspapers are denied the opportunity of conveying it to them. If the Coroner permits his servants to close the door against reporters, many a man may lose a friend in the Bay, or by assassination, or suicide, and never hear of it, or know anything about it; in that case, the public and their servant, the Coroner, are the victims, not the reporter. Coroner Sheldon needs not to be told that he is a public officer; that his doings, and those of his underlings at the coffin-shop, belong to the people; that the public do not recognize his right or theirs to suppress the transactions of his department of the public service; and, finally, that the people will not see the propriety of the affairs of his office being hidden from them, in order that the small-potato malice of his employes against two or three newspaper reporters may be gratified. Those employes have always shown a strong disinclination to tell a reporter anything about their ghastly share in the Coroner's business, and it was easy to see that they longed for some excuse to abolish that slate. Their motive for such conduct did not concern reporters, but it might interest the public and the Coroner if they would explain it. Those official corpse-planters always put on as many airs as if the public and their master, the Coroner, belonged to them, and they had a right to do as they pleased with both. They told us yesterday that their Coronial affairs should henceforth be a sealed book, and they would give us no in formation. As if they - a lot of forty-dollar understrappers - had authority to proclaim that the affairs of a public office like the Coroner's should be kept secret from the people, whose minions they are! If the credit of that office suffers from their impertinence, who is the victim, Mr. Sheldon or the reporters? We cannot suffer greatly, for we never succeeded in getting any information out of one of those fellows yet. You see the dead-cart leaving the place, and ask one of them where it is bound, and without looking up from his newspaper, he grunts, lazily, and says, "Stiff," meaning that it is going inquest of the corpse of some poor creature whose earthly troubles are over. You ask one of them a dozen questions calculated to throw more light upon a meagre entry in the slate, and he invariably answers, "Don't know" - as if the grand end and aim of his poor existence was not to know anything, and to come as near accomplishing his mission as his opportunities would permit. They would vote for General Jackson at the "Bodysnatchers' Retreat," but for the misfortune that they "don't know" such a person ever existed. What do you suppose the people would ever know about how their interests were being attended to if the employes in all public offices were such unmitigated ignoramuses as these? One of these fellows said to us yesterday, "We have taken away the slate; we are not going to give you any more information; the reporters have got too sharp - by George, they know more'n we do!" God help the reporter that don't! It is as fervent a prayer as ever welled up from the bottom of our heart. Now, a reporter can start any day, and travel through the whole of the long list of employes in the public offices in this city, and in not a solitary instance will he find any difficulty in getting any information which the public have a right to know, until he arrives at the inquest office of the Coroner. There all knowledge concerning the dead who die in mysterious ways and mysterious places, and who may have friends and relatives near at hand who would give the world and all its wealth for even the poor consolation of knowing their fate, is denied us. Who are the sufferers by this contemptible contumacy - we or the hundred thousand citizens of San Francisco? The responsibility of this state of things rests with the Coroner, and it is only right and just that he should amend it.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 6 September 1864.

Christian Fair

The Ladies' Fair of the Christian Commission will close positively tomorrow evening; to-night and tomorrow night there will be a sale or two at auction, but the ladies wish it distinctly understood that there will be no general auction of articles left on hand at the close of the Fair. They consider that when half a dollar may be the means of saving a soldier's life, they have no right to fritter away donations at a sacrifice. They have already reduced prices to cost, and in some instances even below cost, and if the articles cannot be sold at these rates, they will be retained and contributed to swell the resources of the Christian Commission in other portions of the State. They have a stove, a set of furs, several fine cakes, and a few other articles of value, which they are anxious to dispose of before the Fair closes; those who desire to purchase will please make a note of it. About the middle of the Hall, on the east side, Mrs. Alvord has, in a glass case, several bouquets, done in wax by Mrs. Selim Woodworth, wife of the commander of the U.S. ship Narragansett, which are to be given to the lady who polls the largest vote for them; it costs something to vote in that ward, and the money thus collected is to be forwarded directly to the wounded soldiers. The largest of these bouquets is an exquisite work of art and will bear the closest inspection. The silver vases containing the smaller bouquets, were donated by Mrs. Alvord. Near at hand, the last named lady has a rare set of books which she has contributed, and which are also to be voted for, and will be presented to the pastor who shall be in the majority. Pay your poll-tax and deposit your ballot. It has occurred to us just at this moment, that if any of the barefooted Disciples, travelling according to their custom "without purse or scrip," should return to Earth, and happen into the Fair, they couldn't vote, could they? Consequently, it is risky, charging for votes, isn't it? Manifestly.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 7 September 1864.

Terrible Calamity

Explosion Of The Steamer Washoe's Boilers - Supposed Killed, One Hundred - Wounded And Missing, Seventy Five - Several San Franciscans Among The Number - Attention Paid By The Sacramentans To The Wounded - The Cause Of The Calamity - Scenes And Incidents - Etc, Etc.

We compile an account of this terrible disaster from dispatches published in the evening papers. The explosion of the boilers of the Washoe took place at ten o'clock, at a point just above the Hog's Back, about ten miles above Rio Vista, on her up-trip on Monday night. One of the boilers collapsed a flue, and, it is said, made a clean sweep aft, going overboard through the stern of the boat. The cause of this dreadful calamity, according to D. M. Anderson, the engineer, (who died at the Sacramento hospital just after he made the statement,) was rotten iron in the boiler. At the time of the explosion there were one hundred and twenty-five pounds pressure on the boiler, with two cocks of solid water. The engine was high pressure. The upper works of the boat aft were completely shattered, some portions of them, with the state rooms being blown overboard. The boat had passed the Hog's Back about four or five minutes before the explosion. She was about twenty yards off the left bank at the time, and the whole steering gear being destroyed, she took a sheer and ran ashore, her bow providentially touching a tree, to which those not injured fastened the boat. Had she not run ashore, almost everybody on board would have been lost, as they could not steer the wreck, and they had no boats, the steamer sinking gradually astern. The boat was set on fire in three places, which added to the horror of the scene. The fire, however, was put out by the few who were uninjured. The Chrysopolis was a long way ahead, and knew nothing of the matter. The Antelope being behind, came up and took off the wounded and a large number of the dead, and brought the first news of the sad affair to Sacramento.

Measures For Relief Of The Wounded, And Taking Off The Dead.

On the arrival of the Antelope at Sacramento, about half-past five o'clock yesterday morning, with the terrible news, the alarm-bells of the city were rung, and the Howard Association turned out to attend to the wounded the steamer had brought up. The scene for the three hours that elapsed before the Antelope reached the steamer Washoe is described as most horrible. All who were alive had been taken ashore, but there was no shelter for them. Those of the wounded who were able to move sought shelter in the sand and brush, groaning and screaming with pain. One man, who was scalded from head to foot, got ashore, and in a nude state stood and screamed for help, but would not allow any covering to be put on him. A woman in a similar condition was brought up on the Antelope. The steamer carried only the wounded to Sacramento. A large number of the slightly wounded, who could walk or ride, were taken to the rooms of the Howard Association. The Association hired the Vernon House for a hospital for the sufferers. On board of the Antelope the scene was a most dreadful one. Her entire upper cabin, with the exception of the passage-ways, was covered with mattrasses, on which the injured were lying, sixty-three in number. Others were in the ladies' cabin, and still others in the dining-room. Four are reported to have died on the way up, and at the time of landing others were gasping their last on the levee. At the Vernon House the Howard Association have a large number of members, who, with a large force of ladies, are doing all that can be done for the sufferers. The Association also has a committee out collecting, who have so far met with good success. Immediately on the arrival of the Antelope, the steamer Visalia fired up and went down to the wreck to bring the bodies of the dead left there by the A., and also such others as may be recovered while she is there.

[approximately 1,200 words listing dead and wounded has been omitted.]

Flags were at half mast yesterday, on the Masonic Temple and most of the engine houses, and on a number of private buildings in Sacramento. The entire medical fraternity were in attendance on the sufferers, as well as the clergy of all denominations.

The opinion is now that the total dead will exceed ninety, if not one hundred.

Too much praise cannot be awarded the members of the Howard Association, who almost to a man were engaged in behalf of the sufferers after the arrival of the Antelope. A large number of ladies were in constant attendance also at the Vernon House, doing all that they could do to alleviate pain. The collections in Sacramento have been quite liberal.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 7 September 1864.


The regular semi-monthly earthquake arrived at ten minutes to ten o'clock, yesterday morning. Thirty six hours ahead of time. It is supposed it was sent earlier, to shake up the Democratic State Convention, but if this was the case, the calculation was awkwardly made, for it fell short by about two hours. The Convention did not meet until noon. Either the earthquake or the Convention, or both combined, made the atmosphere mighty dense and sulphurous all day. If it was the Democrats alone, they do not smell good, and it certainly cannot be healthy to have them around.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 8 September 1864.

Beautiful Work

The ladies should examine some of those rare specimens of embroidery on exhibition at the Mechanics' Fair. Among the finest is a tapestry picture of a royal party in a barge - names "unbeknowns" to us - by W. S. Canan, of Healdsburgh; a large portrait of G. Washington, by Mrs. Chapman Yates, of San Jose; and a cat and a pile of kittens, by Mrs. Juliana Bayer. We do not like the expression of the old cat's countenance, but the kittens are faultless - especially the blind brown one on the right. So perfectly true to nature are those young cats, that it is easy to see that every school-boy who comes along is seized with an earnest desire to drown them.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 8 September 1864.

Captain Kidd's Statement

Captain Kidd, of the ill-fated steamer Washoe, has been accused, according to telegraphic reports from Sacramento, of ungenerous and unfeeling conduct, in remaining with the wreck of his boat after the explosion, instead of accompanying the maimed and dying sufferers by the catastrophe to Sacramento. In defence of himself, he says he was satisfied that the wounded would be as well and kindly cared for on the Antelope as if he were present himself, and that he thought the most humane course for him to pursue would be to stay behind with some of his men and search among the ruins of his boat for helpless victims, and rescue them before they became submerged by the gradually sinking vessel; he believed some of the scalded and frantic victims had wandered into the woods, and he wished to find them also. He says that his course was prompted by no selfish or heartless motive, but he acted as his conscience told him was for the best. We heartily believe it, and we should be sorry to believe less of any man with a human soul in his body. His search resulted in the finding of five corpses after the Antelope left, and these he sent up on the small steamer which visited the wreck on the following day. However, he need not distress himself about the strictures of a few thoughtless men, for that class of people would have blamed him just as cordially no matter what course he had pursued. Whether one or more flues collapsed, or whether one or more boilers exploded, or whether the cause of the accident was that too much steam was being carried, or that the iron was defective or the workmanship bad, are all questions which must remain unsolved until the Washoe is raised. At present, and so far as anything that is actually known about the matter goes, one of these conjectures is just as plausible as another. Captain Kidd thinks the cause lay in the inefficient workmanship of the boilermakers. The surviving engineer says he looked at the steam-gauge scarcely two minutes before the explosion, and it indicated 114 pounds to the square inch (she was allowed to carry 140;) he tried the steam cocks at the same time, and found two of them full of water. The boat carried 120 to 125 pounds of steam from San Francisco to Benicia, and from here to where the accident occurred, it was customary to carry less, as the water grew shoaler, because, as every boatman knows, a steamer cannot make as good time, or steer as well, in shoal water with a full head of steam as she can with less; from Rio Vista to Freeport, it was customary to carry about 110, and above Freeport about 70 pounds of steam. The Chrysopolis was far ahead, and had not been seen for more than half an hour; and since the last collision Captain Kidd had given orders that the Washoe should be kept behind the line boats and out of danger; he was making no effort to gain upon the Chrysopolis, and had no expectation of seeing her again below Sacramento. Gass & Lombard, of Sacramento, contracted to build boilers for the Washoe which would stand a pressure of 225 pounds, and secure the inspector's permission to carry 150; Captain Kidd appointed Mr. Foster, one of the best engineers on the coast, to stay at the boiler works and personally superintend the work. The workmanship was bad; the boilers leaked in streams around the flues, and the Inspector would only allow a certificate for 113 pounds of steam. The boat made seven trips, but the leaks did not close up, as was expected. Gass & Lombard then contracted with boiler makers here to take out the flues and make the boilers over again, 80 that they would stand 140 pounds - Captain Kidd relinquishing 10 pounds from the original contract. It was done, at a cost of $7,000 - about what a new set would have cost - and after a cold water test of 210 pounds, the Inspector cheerfully gave permission to carry 140. With a margin like this, the boilers could hardly have exploded under a pressure of 114 pounds unless the workmanship was in some sort defective, or the severe test applied by the Inspector had overstrained the boilers; or unless, perhaps, a rivet or so might have been started on some previous trip, under a heavier head of steam, and this source of weakness had increased in magnitude until it finally culminated in a general let-go under a smaller head of steam. The sinking of the boat is attributed to the breaking off of the feed pipes which supply the boilers with water, and which extend through the bottom of the boat; and as the wreck settled and careened, a larger volume of water poured in through the open ash ports forward of the fire doors. The boat sank very gradually, and had not settled entirely until nearly three hours had elapsed. But as we said in the first place, the real cause of this dreadful calamity cannot be ascertained until the wreck is raised and the machinery exposed to view. Captain Kidd leaves to-day with the necessary apparatus for raising his boat, and Mr. Owens, who built her, will accompany him and superintend the work. It will be several months, however, before the Washoe will be in a condition to resume her trips. Captain Kidd says he would raise the boat, anyhow, to satisfy himself as to the cause of the accident, even if he never meant to run her again. Capt. Kidd feels the late calamity as deeply as anyone could, and as anyone not utterly heartless, must. That his impulses are kind and generous all will acknowledge who remember that he kept his boat running night and day, in time of the flood, and brought to this city hundreds of sufferers by that misfortune, without one cent of charge for passage, beds or food.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 8 September 1864.

Democratic State Convention

C. L. Weller, Chairman of the Democratic State Central Committee, called the Convention to order yesterday noon, at Turn-Verein Hall. He observed, in the opening speech, that it was the most important Democratic Convention which had met since the adoption of the Federal Constitution, inasmuch as upon it would devolve to decide whether our liberties were to be preserved or destroyed. Beriah Brown was chosen temporary Chairman, and temporary Secretaries and a Sergeant-at-Arms were also appointed. A Committee on Credentials was appointed, consisting of one Delegate from each county. A Committee on Permanent Organization was chosen in the same manner. The Convention then adjourned until three P.M.

Afternoon Session. - As soon as the Convention met, the work of forming the Committees on Credentials and Permanent Organization was begun, when the discovery was shortly made that Chas. L. Weller and Beriah Brown held proxies for the San Diego and Shasta delegations respectively. This riled Coffroth, of Sacramento, and expelled from his system a two hours' speech which had probably been festering there all day, on account of the evident disposition of the San Francisco delegation to rule the roost. He gave it to them hot and strong, and accused them of gobbling up everything else they could get their hands on. He was bitter on the San Francisco boys. Weller replied that he did not conceive himself guilty of any very heinous crime, in being the recipient of a proxy, and reminded the Convention, in a general way, that he had always been a good and consistent Democrat, and had suffered martyrdom for the cause. Coffroth hit him back; said he was ready to bring flowers and lay them at the feet of any who had actually suffered martyrdom, and then ungenerously insinuated that he "didn't see it." He couldn't recognize a martyr in a man whose misfortunes were all aces in a deal for a Congressional nomination, perhaps. So the afternoon was wasted in wrangling, and actual work cannot begin in the Convention until to-day. Downey, Weller and McKewen are the most prominent aspirants for the nomination in this District, and Coffroth in the Middle District, as we are informed by a chaste and reliable Copperhead. The permanent officers of the Convention are as follows: Chairman, J. W. Mandeville, of Tuolumne; Secretaries, John D. Goodwin, of Plumas, T. L. Thompson, of Sonoma, and Barclay Henley, of San Francisco. A Committee on Resolutions, consisting of five members, was appointed. They are to report to-day.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 8 September 1864.

Mrs. Hall's Smelting Furnance

We would call the attention of all persons interested in mines and mining machinery, to several bars of copper and galena, which are exposed to view on a table in front of the hot-air engine in the Mechanics' Fair. The bar modestly marked "galena," contains more silver than anything else, and was smelted from ordinary ore in Mrs. Hall's famous smelting furnace, by her daughter. The time occupied by the young lady in the production of this bar was only twenty minutes, and the materials used were a bushel of ore and a bushel of charcoal. By this process every particle of metal can be extracted from ore and saved, in less time and at smaller expense than the same ore could be roasted preparatory to crushing in a quartz mill. Copper ore can be reduced with the same facility and at the same slight expense. The furnace is a combination of principles long known to the votaries of science, but the "Condenser" attached to it is an entirely new invention, and the credit of originating it belongs to Mrs. Hall alone. It is a large drum, which sits upon the flue of the furnace, and into which all the smoke passes; a shower bath from above thoroughly washes this smoke, and the metallic particles which would otherwise float away upon the atmosphere are thus arrested and precipitated to the bottom of the drum. By this means, all the metal in the ore is saved, which is an achievement not hitherto compassed by any of our reduction machinery. Mrs. Hall's invention has been patented, and in a letter from the Department at Washington she was assured that there was no piece of mechanism gotten up for similar purposes, in the Patent Office, which could at all compete with this invention of hers. Let all who have the mining interest of California at heart, bestow upon Mrs. Hall's smelting apparatus the attention its importance deserves.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 9 September 1864.

Charitable Contributions

Messrs. Barry & Patten collected over a hundred dollars yesterday, at their saloon in Montgomery street, for the sufferers by the explosion on the steamer Washoe. It will be forwarded to the officers of the Howard Association at Sacramento. An earnest and extended movement in this direction would produce enough money in a single day to secure to those poor flayed and mangled creatures every comfort and attention they may stand in need of, and it is proper that Sacramento should be liberally assisted in her humane work of ministering to their wants. Who will set the ball in motion? We have seen twenty thousand dollars collected in a short time in the noble little city of Memphis, Tennessee, for a similar purpose, years ago. If money is wanted by the unfortunates now suffering at Sacramento, San Francisco will respond promptly and with a will.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 9 September 1864.

Cross Swearing

That a thing cannot be all black and all white at the same time, is as self evident as that two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time, and when a man makes a statement under the solemn sanction of an oath, the implication is that what he utters is a fact, the verity of which is not to be questioned. Notwithstanding witnesses are so often warned of the nature of an oath, and the consequences of perjury, yet it is a daily occurrence in the Police Court for men and women to mount the witness stand and swear to statements diametrically opposite. Swearing positively - leaving mere impressions out of the question - on the one hand that the horse was as black as night, and on the other that he was white as the driven snow. Two men have a fight, and a prosecution for assault and battery ensues. Each party comes up prepared to prove respectively and positively the guilt and innocence of the party accused. A swears point blank that B chased him a square and knocked him down, and exhibits wounds and blood to corroborate his statements. B brings a witness or two who saw the whole affair, from probably a distant standpoint, and he testifies that nothing connected with the fight could have escaped his observation, and that it was A who chased B a square and knocked him down, and between these two solemn statements the Court has to decide. How can he do it. It is an impossibility, and thus many a culprit escapes punishment. There was a case in point Tuesday morning. A German named Rosenbaum prosecuted another German named Levy, for running into his wagon and breaking an axletree. He swore that he kept as far over to the right hand side of the street as a hole in the planking would permit, stopped his wagon when he saw the impending collision, and warned Levy off. Notwithstanding, Levy drove his vehicle against his wheel, breaking the axle, so as to require a new one which would cost twenty-five dollars. He stated also that Levy had been trying to injure him in that way for a long while. Levy brought a witness who swore that between Rosenbaum's wagon and the hole in the street, there was room for a wagon or two to pass; that Rosenbaum challenged the collision, and that it was unavoidable on the part of Levy; that instead of stopping his wagon, the prosecuting witness drove ahead at a trot until the wagons became entangled, and that no damage whatever was done to Rosenbaum. On the whole, that instead of Levy running into Rosenbaum's wagon, Rosenbaum intentionally brought about the collision for the purpose of recovering damages off of Levy. The case was stronger than we have stated it, and the Judge could do nothing but dismiss the matter. That there was perjury on one side, was apparent. Yet this is but the history of one-half the cases that are adjudicated in the Police Court. There should be examples made of some of these reckless swearers. It would probably have a wholesome effect.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 9 September 1864.

Democratic Ratification Meeting

Several hundred men and boys of all political colors, were gathered at the Plaza last evening to see the sky rockets, look at the pictures and hear the music and speeches. It was expected, of course, that all the apostles and prophets, saints and martyrs of the peace makers and the Constitution preservers would display themselves, no matter how diverse in their different shades of Democratic conservatism, as the exponents of the party that is now vaunting its determination to wreak a terrible retribution on the members and supporters of the present Administration, under the leadership of George B. McClellan. While the speakers were concentrating their thoughts for the grand effort before them, the lights were suddenly extinguished and darkness became visible. The accident was ominous. Soon, however, all was ablaze again, and the work of the evening begun. Colonel Hayne was chosen to preside over the meeting. A very moderate and carefully guarded inaugural embodied his appreciation of the honor thus conferred on him, and his views in regard to the conduct and results of the forthcoming campaign. He had always been a Democrat and a thorough Union man, opposed to dismemberment under any circumstances whatever. He defined the policy of the Democratic party, and expressed his belief that the salvation of the country lay through the Democratic party. Colonel H. was disposed to be charitable towards his opponents, and, on the whole, showed that parental solicitude and the good example of Republican politicians have not been entirely lost on him. After the Chairman had closed his remarks, the Hon. H. P. Barbour of Tuolumne was presented to the meeting. He spoke of the humiliation of the party, during the while past, but congratulated himself and his audience that the genius of civil liberty had rolled away the stone from the tomb, and the Democratic party had come forth. He abhorred the man whose argument is vituperation and epithets in a political discussion. He challenged an impeachment of his Unionism or his patriotism; deprecated this fratricidal war; arraigned the Administration for nullification and negro equality; pointed to a Democratic Administration as the only hope for the restoration of the unity of the nation and the Government; declared his confidence in the issue of the campaign, and exhorted the party to unity of action, asking no quarter, but to fight under the motto of "victory or death." He considered himself better than a negro any day.

Mr. Doyle, one of the Electors for the State at large, delivered a short address. His effort was rather feeble, characterized by moderation entirely unnatural to Democratic speakers. The whole substance of his speech was, that after trying Mr. Lincoln's Administration for three and a half years, the nation were satisfied that to continue it would only be to sink the country inextricably in ruin. A man is needed at the head of affairs who combines the elements of civilian and soldier; who knows exactly the right thing to do and the right time to do it in. McClellan is the man. The mind of the speaker lit for a moment on the Monroe Doctrine, and finally eliminated through his organs of speech in feeble tones, the expression of a desire to vote for a competent man.

Mr. Wm. T. Coleman responded to a call in a speech made up of a little glorification, followed by the usual expressions of confidence in the result of the party, vindicating his own loyalty, and pointing to McClellan as the man who is to restore our primal fraternity. Mr. C. said he was not a sycophantic Peace man - a clamorer for peace on any terms, whatever. He wanted to see a pacification between the States as speedily as possible, but one based only upon honorable terms.

After Mr. Coleman closed, a Mr. Hamilton was introduced, and was the first speaker of the evening to cross the bounds of moderation. Before he exhibited his positive sympathy for the South, we had begun to think that the discreet caution or sober temper of the declaimers would afford but such slight grounds for criticism, beyond their usual arrogations, and their reflections upon the war policy of the Administration. We have not space to give even an epitomized report of any of the speeches, but suffice it to say that Hamilton with the growing vehemence of his nervous temperament, declaimed immoderately against the Administration; asked the people if they were prepared to respond to its bloody mandates; declared that but for the fact that they saw relief in an approaching election day, the opponents of the Administration would have resisted with blood, and that those who attempted to carry out its measures would long ere this have been in their graves. The speaker grew more virulent as he progressed, and sounds of dissatisfaction were heard from different persons on the stand. His speech was not well received. Hamilton has certainly mistaken his party - he can't vote for McClellan; he'd better go and get a situation in Jeff. Davis' cabinet. His speech was the regular old stereotyped Radical Copperhead tirade - not even excepting the attack on ministers of the gospel.

In appropriate order, followed next C. L. Weller. His first remark was a fling at General McDowell, referring to Bull Run. He is troubled with Alcatraz on the brain. He inflicted upon his hearers that exaggerated woe of his morbid imagination, which he glories in parading on every possible occasion, and with which he ardently hopes to create a current of sympathy and devotion which will carry him irresistibly to high political preferment.

We left Mr. Weller alternating between General McDowell and the Chicago nominee. His chief idea in approving the nomination of General McClellan seemed to be that he could now rant, vituperate and administer such counsel as he saw fit, and yet vindicate his loyalty by drawing on General McClellan's well known patriotism and constancy to the Union.

During one stage of the meeting, two speakers divided the attention of the crowd. W. D. Sawyer, Esq., had been called upon by some who were too remote to hear the speakers on the stand, and he addressed them from the west side of the Plaza.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 9 September 1864.

Race For The Occidental Hotel Premium

The best trotting race of the season came off at Bay View Park yesterday afternoon, for the Occidental Hotel premium of three hundred dollars. The competitors for it were a stallion "Kentucky Hunter," entered by H. Fish; gr. stallion "Captain Hanford," entered by Charles H. Shear; and b. stallion "George M. Patchen, Jr.," entered by W. Hendrickson. These are set down in the bills as the three fastest stallions on this Coast. On the first heat "Hunter" came in a length ahead of "Patchen," and "Hanford" brought up the rear. Time, 2:38. The next heat was as closely contested as the first; "Patchen" was first, and "Hunter" and "Hanford" neck-and-neck to within two hundred yards of the Judges' stand, when "Hunter" roused himself and dashed up to the score a couple of lengths ahead of "Patchen." However, it was pronounced a dead heat, because "Hunter" had broken into a run once or twice in going around the track. Time, 2:411/2. "Hanford" led for a considerable portion of the last half mile, and all thought he would win the heat. The second heat proper was a handsome race, and was won by "Hunter," again. Time, 2:43. "Hanford" came out third best. "Hunter" won the third heat also, leading "Patchen" about two lengths. Time, 2:40. The first premium, of two hundred and fifty dollars, was awarded to "Kentucky Hunter," and the second, of fifty dollars, to "George M. Patchen." There was a large crowd present, and the race created unusual interest; considerable money changed hands, but we did not bring any of it away. Previous to the Occidental contest, a tandem race came off for a purse of one hundred and twenty-five dollars, mile heats, best 3 in 5. "Spot" and "Latham," driven by Mr. Covey, and "Rainbow" and "Sorrell Charley," driven by Mr. Ferguson, ran. Before the first half mile post was reached, Ferguson's team ran away, and Covey's trotted around leisurely and won the purse. The runaways flew around the race track three or four times, at break neck speed, and fears were entertained that some of this break-neck would finally fall to Ferguson's share, as his strength soon ebbed away, and he no longer attempted to hold his fiery untamed Menkens, but only did what he could to make them stay on the track, and keep them from climbing the fence. Every time they dashed by the excited crowd at the stand, a few frantic attempts would be made to grab them, but with indifferent success; it is no use to snatch at a cannon ball - a man must stand before it if he wants to stop it. One man seized the lead horse, and was whisked under the wheels in an instant. His head was split open a little, but Dr. Woodward stitched the wound together, and the sufferer was able to report for duty in half an hour. Mr. Ferguson's horses should be taught to economize their speed; they wasted enough of it in that one dash, yesterday, to win every race this season, if judiciously distributed among them. The only Christian way to go out to Bay View, is to travel in one of the Occidental coaches, behind four Flora Temples, and with their master-spirit, Porter, on the box, and a crowd inside and out, consisting of moral young men and cocktails. Mr. Leland should be along, to keep the portable hotel. The principal attraction at Bay View to day will be a ten-mile race, single heat. Four entries have been made - "Fillmore," "Gentleman George," Grissom's mare, and another beast, whose name has escaped our memory. To-morrow the great equestrienne race, for the Russ House premium of silver service, valued at three hundred dollars, will come off. Thirteen ladies have already entered their names for the skirmish.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 10 September 1864.


The soldier boys, Perry and Rines, in charge of the Sanitary Cheese and Silver Bar, at the Mechanics' Fair, have been presented with several curiosities, which they have added to the greater attractions in their pagoda. One is an ancient tea pot, two hundred, or two thousand years old, or along there, somewhere - at any rate, it is very old - which was given to the boys by a lady in whose family it had been preserved for several generations. Another is a wine-glass which was taken from one of the ships in Boston harbor just after our exasperated forefathers had thrown her cargo of tea overboard. The young lady who presented this relic, received it from her grandfather, who took it from the vessel with his own hands. And still another is an old half dollar, made in the second die ever cast in America. It was presented to Rines, and he has given it to the Sanitary Fund, and has it on exhibition. It is worth twenty-five cents to see the Sanitary cheese and the other curiosities, but it is worth double the money to hear the orator, Rines, deliver his spirited and entertaining discourse concerning them. The man who exhibits the lions and tigers in the menagerie isn't a circumstance to him. We could print an extract or so from his speech, but we do not think it would be exactly fair to spoil its attractiveness in this way. Go and hear it yourself. A lady gave a dollar, a day or two ago, for the privilege of lifting the silver bar, but she miscalculated her strength somewhat, and failed to carry out her design. The bar weighs nearly two hundred pounds, and her lifting capacity wouldn't reach. The privilege is still open, however, to others of the sex.

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 10 September 1864.

A Philanthropic Nation

Mr. O. C. Wheeler, Secretary of the California Branch of the U.S. Sanitary Commission, has furnished us a neat little volume entitled "The Philanthropic Results of the War in America," from which we learn that since the war began, the American people have not only paid for its prosecution by enormous taxes, but have voluntarily contributed, toward caring for the wounded, etc., the immense sum of $212,274,259.45 ! That was up to February, 1864; the figure must reach at least $250,000,000 by this time. This was not all given to the Sanitary Fund, of course, but to the hundred different departments of charity created by the war. How much of it came from California? The two hundredth part, say. Only that - and yet ours is one of the greatest States in the Union. Therefore, let her not complain, yet awhile, that the calls upon her in behalf of the Sanitary Fund are too heavy, but rather let her move steadily along, as she is now doing, in her aid to that charity, and continue to do it henceforward as cheerfully as she has done it heretofore. Deposit your spare quarters on the big cheese at the Mechanics' Fair. It is the contribution of two whole hearted brothers, and it is worth twenty-five cents to look upon such a monument of kindly Christian charity. After that cheese has gone the rounds of the States and collected a quarter of a million for the Sanitary Fund, it will be cut up in New York and sold by the slice. What will California bid for the first slice?

The San Francisco Daily Morning Call. 10 September 1864.


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