"But, my dear," was my reply, "GEORGE FRANCIS TRAIN got up his name by gittin into musses, and wastin and pinin away into furrin pastiles."
"GEORGE FRANCIS your grandmother," said she. "You and he orter be tide together and caged. If I only had the keepin of you then, Ide nock the foolishness out of your nozzles, or break your pesky old topknots in the atemt."
Between us, Mister PUNCHINELLO, MARIAR would do that ere thing to the letter, if she had a chance.
_Madge (to her elder sister, who has just rung the hall-door bell)._ "FLORA, YOUR BEAU'S HERE."
_Flora._ "LET ME IN IMMEDIATELY, YOU NAUGHTY GIRL."
_Madge._ "I WILL IF YOU'LL PROMISE TO GIVE ME YOUR BON-BON BOX AND CORAL PIN."]
[Illustration: HIGH REVEL IN THE WHITE HOUSE.]
An animated and picturesque view, fresh from the hand of genius.
The mellow sunshine, the birds fluttering in the air, the ships dashing through the briny deep, the foliage upon the hills in the dim distance, the glittering steeples of the great city of El Dorado,--and one of GEORGE LAW'S old man-traps in the foreground, with a high-pressure boiler (you see there is an excursion party on board, with a band of music), and an open bay,--all combine to lend to this wonderful triumph of art an airy and exhilarating tone, indescribably delicious.
This is the Golden Gate which guards the harbor of San Francisco. It is open and shut by means of an earthquake. This water, extending in every direction, is the well-known Pacific Ocean. They have called this the _Golden_ Gate, because somewhere in this vicinity the precious metal was discovered, accidentally, as it were.
Observe the skill--with which our artist has distinguished land from water; trees from ships; clouds from church spires; human beings from Chinamen. In so doing, he has distinguished himself also.
In view of these sloops on the extreme left, may we not say that this is a mast apiece?
This exquisite gem was completed about the same time as the Pacific Railroad, and yet how different. Here the eye of the beholder lingers fondly upon the scene, drinking in at every point new and inspiring beauties. I presume that the traveller upon the Union Pacific may drink at every point if he wants to, but he can't linger. Their time-table doesn't allow it.
