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THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1898 A BASQUE IDYL. ; RAMUNTCE York: R. F. cisco: For Pierre L Cc a moment of roman B born r saw motkh , brought up her ¥ that at las but a name of the golden-1 flanc according to that Arrochkoa, G brother, favors the Dolores, is bitte om; true h young her mother, osition, and while | vears as aw to | i | a convent for life. The most touching | scene, pow 1 its pathos, is the &l when Ramuntcho and Arrochkoa visit | the sequestered convent intending to kid- | nap the young nun; impressed by the | spirit on, the traditions | of h ifice, the atmos- ital purity that en- hearts quall at th , and the hero, moth- .is left to wander away e Loti I in his desc n happier ti of ption: the Basque sc the Basque charac- ter, the sque daily life. Smugg becomes less a matter of adventu | i an idyl in every | | of poetry as we creep with the s | GONDUGTORS AS MODERN BAVYARDS. E are living in an age of discovery, and the most recent memorable exploit of our explorers has been the bringing to light of the Boston street-car conduct« Those of us who remember this worthy of old may not have known him as a rara avis, but quite a remarkable number of news- paper articles have recently appeared about him, and the stret-car conductor | of Boston has been drawn from com- v nd set upon the He is the idol of the hour. One en- thusiast, writing recently in an East- ern journal, declared that not her cult- ure, but her street-car conductors con- stitute Boston’s chief glory, while seve- ral of the New York papers and one Chicago journal have held the uni- formed factotum up for local admira- tion. Even The Outlook word for him, and a note of disapprobationforhisunworthy compeers in less fortunate cities. To a man or to a woman—for I suspect most of these writers are of the petti- coated sex, these personally conducted ones from Boston hold up the conduc- tors as a model for emulation in the “Far West.” We are told that the Athenian conductors speak in low, re- fined accents, unlike the rude bawl of the Westerner. According to authority they open and shut the umbrellas of lady passengers, help the children on and off the platforms, and do not poke passengers in the back to urge upon them the impossible duty of “stepping up forward” in a crowded car. They answer all questions, and never grow weary in well doing. The list of their virtues prolongs it- self beyond space here to recount it. The difference between them and our Western men is insisted upon, relent- lessly, and to read these curious ar- more | centu: at dead of night, through spectral woods, over sterious mountains, or along si- lent river; the playing of the pelota, the ng of the fandango, the gatherings in church, are described for us with all the loving fidelity of a native poet, the visions of Basque scenery make one un- tand the Basque nostal And the tely delicate love-making of the two children—the hero is only 15 when the | ce opens—is redolent of purity. Se- becomes well nigh impossible, but re is a scenic description taken at ran- d of thick branches which they , under the oppression of very high mountains, which they do not see, is all in ravines, profound and torn up, n precipices, where torrents roar under :en night of the foliage. The oaks, ches, the chestnut trees become nd more enormous, living through es off a sap ever fresh and mag- nificent. A powerful verdure is strewn over that disturbed geology; for ages it ers and classifies it under the fresh- {mmovable mantle. And the it where, descends from from the t 3 = the branches, descends great Pyrenees hidden behind be seen, Pierre Loti's charm little to his tran M. Henri du Bois has und which his command of nglish does nnt 1 him. Translation, more especial- Iy in the case of a singularly idiomatic writer, does not mean an exact | rendering of expre in_ another nd it often requires all the au- sate eloquence to make us for- t the crudities of his translator. LOVE LORD OF ALL. RTS AND_FRIENDS—By Grey. w York: Apple- 1 Fore sale at Doxey's. This is not the dramatie, psychologlcal sort of work we look for from the author of “The Sil e of Dean Maitland.” In “Sweethearts and Friends” Maxwell Grey gives us a sketchy story {llustrating the hopes, fears and trials of the latter day yo g woman whose ambitions are not limited to social gayveties and matri- monial success. The heroine is a very charming girl who, in defiance of family prejudice, cuts out a medical career for erself, closing the door of her heart against little Love in the belief that his advent would imperil her mental salva- tion. But Love wins the day, as he has done from time immemorial, and sweet Dr. Amy marries the “friend” who has al- ways been her sweetheart, albeit he went ay for a time under tutelage of a fiip- int fairy whose shallowness seemed to him more womanly than Amy’s independ- ence. gentleman, alternately dubbed The Immaculate and Bayard, is a preux chevalier rather out of joint with modern prose, yet he learns to bend to circum- stances and accepts meekly his wife's de- votion to her profession. The love of these twain is literally trled by fire and the scene in which Bayard rescues a child and Dr. Amy rescues Bayard savors a little too much of the melodramatic to be ticles is enough to make every woman in the unfavored West wish that she might go to Boston and place herself under the protection of Boston's newly discovered “glory.” Something of this sort T was think- J ing the other day as I got aboard an electric car at the outskirts of the city. I hdd “traveled some distance before takirg the car, and my coat- was cov- ered with an all-too-palpable powder. I was dabbing ineffectively at my sleéves, handkerchief in hand, when the conductor, just a mere Western con- ductor, approached with a little brush. “Let me brush you,” he said, simply, and leading me to the door he very deftly and gently removed every par- ticle of dust from my back and shoul- ders. Then, having other duties, he handed me the brush and I finished the process in comfort. ' - It is a peculiarity of the human brain that dispraise makes a greater impression upon it than does praise. In one of his recent pleasant on Writing English” Arlo- Bates told an amusing instance of this. He said to his audience: “If I were to say to you that ‘The Heavenly Twins’ is mor- bid and - unhealthy rubbish; that “Trilby’ is a pleasant transient ex- citement; but that ‘The Return of the Native’ seems tc me the most notable English novel since Thackeray, you would have no difficulty in remember- ing that I condemned ‘The Heavenly Twins.! You would have a fairly clear idea that I had been less enthusiastic than the general public about ‘Trilby,” and you would perhaps vaguely recall that there was something else—really it is astonishing how quickly a name slips from the memory—which 1 praised.” As the audience left the hall one lady said to another, & stranger, “I beg your pardon, but could you tell me the name of the third book that was given, th:’nna the lecturer said we should for- get?” , almost °h is to the Basque country, adds to oression which they have of a sort niversal. meditation wherein the | 5 -d; a strange penumbra aken a task for | “Talks | taken quite seriously. The real charm passages; plot is thin and characters are somewhat shadowy, but there is page upon page In which the reader breathes the atmosphere of the Riviera, dreams amid the luscious Southern sights and sounds or revels in the more bracing glo- passages are those describing the two girl students stealing the hours wherein to con Greek ‘*assoclated ever after with delicate heryl-green of afterglow, dark mountains, and glory of the crimson and purple zenith, with the blackbird’'s last notes.” THE AMERICAN COOK TWELVE LESSONS IN SCIENTIFIC COOKERY—By Miss Susy Tracy. San Francisco: H. S. Crocker Company. Miss Tracy probably knows why she prefaced her lessons with the adjective “sclentific.”” As a matter of fact, they are addressed to students who have not vet mastered the A B C of the culinary art, and their merit lies fn their direct simplicity. The veriest tyro could hardly spoil a meal when following Miss Tracy’s directions, but the more ambitious cor- don bleu must go further afield for in- struction. Had Miss Tracy professed to teach only American home cooking, she would have saved her artistic reputation; as it is, certain of her recipes irresistibly recall poor Du Maurier's definition of roast chicken, “such a different thing from poulet rotl.” In like manner is our authoress’s bouillon a different thing | from the French article, being nothing else but ordinary English beef-tea. Her directions to steep “French frivd pota- | toes” fn cold water would make the hair of the humblest French cook stand straight on end, while her views on the subject of bolled fish are an insult to piscine aristocracy; no self-respecting condescends to boil tastefully in plain, unadulterated water. In the matter of brofling, too, Miss Tracy might with advantage the preliminary use of marinades or sauces. But to the unso- phisticated American family cook her handbook will probably prove helptul. MOLLIE MAGUIRES. | Jesiiy | THE BODYMASTER'S DAUGHTER—By A blood-and-thunder novel this, in the | go0d old blood-curdling style; a tale of | cruelty, murder and sudden death to sat- of the “Mollie Maguires,” and gives us of this little book lies in its deseriptive | riesof Westmoreland; among the happlest | | views, study | February number a paper on “British Alic Lee Moque. New York: G. W.| Dillingham Company. San Francisco, for sale at the Emporium. isfy the most insatiable reader of the | sensational. Mrs. Moque takes us to| | Pennsylvania, under the relgn of terror | | change; and the | candid piece of critic an exceedingly vivid insight into the Joys that befell survivors who intruded upon regions where there was opposition to surveying in general and railroading in particular. The story is not a pleas- ant one; the scenes—more especially the domestic scenes—in the saloon of Potts- town which was the Maguire rendez- vous, are repulsive in the extreme, vet their air of reality suggests that the au- thoress has based her little romance on hard historical facts. A vzin of poetry is supplied by the loves of Toola. the rustic beauty, whose only dissipation is an occasional wagon trip to Pottstown, and Jennie, the refined stepdaughter of the “Bodymaster,” or chief of the infa- mous Maguire brotherhood; and the life- like personality of Danny, the Bodymas- ter's crippled, warm-hearted, ' viciously inclined son, gives opportunity for some very pertinent theories on heredity. Mrs. Moque is not yet a mistress of style, but her conceptions of character are powerful and with her capacity for stirring plot we may look for some fine work from her pen in the future. THE CENTURY. H. Phelps Whitmarsh writes in the Century for February of ‘The Steerage of To-Day,” his article being illustrated by Andre Castaigne. Mr. Whitmarsh draws this picture of one of his compan- ions in the voyage that he made: Kneeling in an upper bunk near me, a middle-aged Irfshman was hanging a pot containing a_shamrock plant. I entered into conversation with him, and learned that he was going to join his son in Cali- | fornia, to whom he was taking the sham- rock as a present. “I hope it will live,” he said, looking wistfully at the pot as it swung from the beam. **’'Twas the wan thing the bhoy wanted. ‘L'ave iv'ryting,’ says he in his letther, ‘an’ come over. 1 have enough for the both of us now,’ sa: he; ‘an’ I can make you comfortable for the rest av vour days. But, says he, ‘fetch me a livin’ root av shamrock if ye can.'” All Sunday we were in smooth. water, running under the lee of the Irish coast. The day being fine and warm, the steer- age swarmed on deck in full force. Men, women and children all crowded about the after hatch, some playing cards, some dancing and some already making love; but for the most part they lay about the deck, sleeping and basking in the sun. In the afternoon my friend the Irishman appeared with his shamrock. He wanted to give it a “‘taste” of fresh alr, he said. At sight of it many of the Irish girls shed tears; then, seating themselvesabout the old man, they sang plaintive Irish melodies until the sun went down. The sad faces of the homesick girls and the 0ld father sitting among them holding in his lap the preclous little bit of green presented a sight not easily to be for- gotten, E REVIEW OF REVIEWS. In the series of articles dealing with the immediate problems which concern the fish | Breat powers of the world, now appearing in the American Monthly Review of Re- Mr. W. T. Stead writes for the for 1808.” Thisisa m, all the more in- nglish reader be- sh point of view. Problems and Politic: teresting to the non-. cause eof {ts strictly Bri PALL MALL MAGAZINE. The Pall Mall Magazine for February will be espectally rich in fiction. Besides Anthony Hope's sequel to the “Prisoner of Zenda" (“Rupert of Hentzau"”), there will be the conclusion of “X. L. thrill- ing story. “The Bird at the Neck,” a short story of to-day, by Mrs. Mary Stuart Boyd, entitled, “Wanted, a Work- ing Housekeeper’ n Incident of the Boom,” a narrative of the stock ex- Kaffir Circus,” by Jes- o OB TSR e 1 e e I 47 e e @ ¢ = e s GROUP OF FIGURES ON A MONUMENT LATELY ERECTED TO DUMAS sie Mansergh; and the ‘“Last Experience of Adam Skirving,” by Mary W. L. Fal- coner. All these stories are well illus- trated. CURRENT LITERATURE A portrait of John Vance Cheney, re- | produced from a drawing specially made | for the purpose, forms the frontispiece of | the February number of Current Litera- ture.” This is by way of illustrating the article on Mr. Cheney and his work, which s provided by F. M. Hopkins as his monthly contribution to the “Ameri- can Poets of To-day” series, so long an Interesting feature of this magazine. Among other good things in this number are an article on the lite Alphonse Dau- det, an account of his life and work, as well as a reproduction of his exquisite littlesketch, “The Deathof the Dauphin”; spirited readings from Sienkiewicz's laest novel, “Hania,” and from Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett's “His Grace of Osmonde”; a compilation of clever thrusts at the sterner sex entitled *Men in Epigram”; and another, a verse com- pilation, “What the Old-time Poets Say of Death.” The editorials are keen and clever. THE ATLANTIC. An article In the February Atlantic Which will attract wide attention to an | evil hitherto largely unknown and unsus- pected is that upon the relations of the labor unions to the negro, contributed by | John Stephens Durham, late United | States Minister to Hayti. Mr. Durham | shows the grave injustice and injury done to the whole colored race by the system of exclusion practiced by the labor organi- zations of the country. He does not con- | sider that this was originally a conscious crusade against color, but that it is part of the general system of exclusion, like | the discrimination against women and the limitation of apprenticeships. But in ef- fect, the color limit is drawn by them so | absolutely and so strictly that no man suspected of the slightest tinge of color Is permitted to join a trade union or to work in company with a union man | throughout the United States, The result of this sweeping exclusion is to shut out the colored man, no matter how capable or well trained, from all skilled employ- ment whatsoever, and to degrade him to | depend upon unskilled labor or menial service entirely for his support. THE ARENA. J. M. Foster, a new contributor to the Arena, presents an article on “Secret | Societies and the State,” which will com- | mand general attention and perhaps pro- | voke controversy. A most valuable num- ber is the article by Mrs. J. B. Montgom- ery-McGovern on “An Important Phase of | Gutter Journalism—Faking.” The evil dis- | cussed by the author is so crying and uni- versal that her protest will call forth a hearty response. LADIES' HOME JOURNAL. A writer in the February Ladies’ Home Journal tells and pictures how to over- come the difficulties of securing good N7 ) UL THE BEDS OF PRESIDIO, SAN FRANCISCO. IGH - LYING sea-blown stretches of green turf, Wind - bitten close, salt-colored by the sea, Low curve on curve spread far to the cool sky, And, curving over them as long as they lie, Beds of wild fleur-de-lys. Wide - flowing, self-sown, stealing near and far, Breaking the green like islands in the sea, Great stretches at your feet, and spots that bend Dwindling over the horizon’s end— ‘Wild beds of fleur-de-lys. The light, keen wind streams on across the lifts, Thin wind of Western springtime by the sea; The warm earth smiles unmoved, but over her Is the far-flying rustle and sweet stir In beds of fleur-de-lys. And here and there across the smooth low grass Tall maidens wander, thinking of the sea; And bend and bend, with light robes blown aside, For the blue lily-flowers that bloom so wide— The beds of fleur-de-lys. —Charlotte Perkins Stetson. K2 S G cocc0000000000000000G000000000 2k FLEUR-DE-LYS. © 0 0000000000000 0CGC060096G66 2 photographs of young children. He has evidently given much study to the matter, | and seeks to instruct the parents rather | than the photographic artist. The key- | note of his teaching is to avoid putting the | children in strained, unnatural position: but to let them assume natural pos The best way to dress the children and to fix their bair is also told, making the article exceedingly valuable. | FRANK LESLIE'S. The gold regions of the Klondike are | described and pictured elaborately in | Frank Leslie's Popular Monthly for Feb- ruary. The article is written by Henry Clay Colver of Seattle, who gives an in- teresting account of the first discoveries and of the recent expeditions, and .ells IN PARIS. accented note, after all, is not so much the praise of him as the corresponding | I am glad some conductors, somewhere, are getting a little praise, for their po- | sition is at best a thankless sort of | one, and I confess that for my own part I have been prone to forget the favors 1 received at their hands and to cherish the memory of the times I |'have been carried beyond my corner; the occasions when I have been | frowned upon for forgetting to ask for a transfer, the days when cars have passed me by, while the conductor whistled and regarded vacancy, on the platform. | Some time ago I had occasion to go | to a part of the city with which T was | quite unfamiliar. Seeing, a block or | more away, a large building in course | of construction, I asked a conductor what it was to be. He told me, and when, a few seconds later we passed another half-completed structure, he volunteered the information that itwas a new orphanage, and during the rest of the trip he called my attenetion to several features of the district that | disparagement of his Western brother. | And so, amid all this queer pean to | familiarity, but with a perfectly frank the Boston street-car conductor, the | and friendly wish that I might see all that was to be seen of a very interest- ing part of the city. It was a gripman on this same line who, during the Christian Endeavor Convention here, confided to a friendof mine his anxiety lest the Endeavorers should catch cold during their stay here. They ain’'t warmly enough clad for this climate,’” he said. “I've been advising 'em to get warmer under- wear.” On one of the park lines, recently, I noticed a child of perhaps 2 years, in charge, apparently, of her father. The little one wore a baby-tormentor, in the shape of a bonnet with a mon- strous frill that fell down over herface, completely hiding her eyes and render- ing her vision an impossibility. = She kept throwing her head back and peer- ing from under her shelter tent in the endeavor to see something of her surroundings. The conductor was rather surly looking. I heard him speak with quick decision to a passenger who persisted in stand- ing, without holding on by a strap insisting upon his right to do as he pleased. The tonductor had not looked amiable, but presently he came into the car, bent over the baby and very gent- 1y folded back the big ruffle, smoothing it down so as to give the child unhin- dered vision. ‘There,” he sald to the father, “now she can see out.” The lat- ter was not offended. He smiled, and when the frill fell down some time after he turned it back again. But I do not believe that even a Boston con- ductor ever showed a manlier bit of consideration for the comfort of a little child. I do not think that it could be suc- cessfully maintained that her street- car conductors are San Francisoco's chief glory. The city has one or two other features to which her people may point with pride, but for just mere men, the majority of whom do not “speak with a cultured. accent,” most of our knights of the bell-punch do very well indeed. Now and then one encounters an unamiable one among them, but as a rule they are honest, kindly men, who make up in patience and willingness to serve what they ‘while the car rounded a curve, and the 4 were unknown to me. All this with no | two had a little dispute, the passenger lack in culture and opportunity. ADELINE KNAPP. in a practical way just what s necessary to fit a man out for a year. The illus- trations are numerous and excellent. Fol- lowing this article is a paper on Alaska by R. H. Herron, which contains a de- scription of our far-away territory, in whicn the magical Klondike is situated. Tnis also is richly fllustrated. A 16x22- inch map of Alaska accompanies these articles. £ McCLURE'S. Dr. Nansen contributes an article to the February number of McClure's Magazine giving his ideas and hopes for the future of North Polar exploration. As no other man has yet got so near the pole, by 1% miles, as Dr. Nansen himself, with nis companion, Johansen, everybody will be eager to read what he has to say on this subject. The article is fully illustrated with photographs and drawings from life (most of them hitherto unpublished), by Nansen, Greely, Peary, the Arctic art- ists, Willlam Brauiord and Albert Operti, and others. LIPPINCOTT'S. The complete novel in the February issue of Lippincott’s is A Trooper Gala- had,” by Captain Charles King. It con- tains some close and vivid sketches of character and life at an army post in the Southwest. The warlike excitement {s furnished by a prolonged pursuit of a dangerous band of outlaws. LITERARY NOTES. ‘We have received from R. H. Russell, publisher, New York, copy of a volume of cartoons by Homer C. Davenport just issued by him. The book is artistically printed and bound and contains an in- troduction written by John J. Ingalls. It is sold In two editions—the popular, price $1 75, and the library, price $2 25, Mark Twain's “More Tramps Abroad” (“Following the Equator’’) has already sold over 10,000 copies in England. Mr. Clemens has just sent to London for a quantity of the ‘“‘copy’’ paper which he is in the habit of using. It is quarto size and rather thin. Like most authors in these days he has his manuscript type- written before sending it to the printer. Perhaps he appreciates the value of his autograph to the collector and wants to keep it for his heirs. ¥ An English trade journal says: “The Klondike Morning Times is, we should say, the dearest paper in the world. The price per copy Is £1 10s. Here are a few selections from its advertisements: ‘California ham at Soapine Sam'’s, only 10d an ounce’; ‘Cariboo steak with onions at the Greyhound Restaurant, 12s'; = ‘shave, €s: ciose shave, 7s d; halr cut, 13s} hair cut, London style, 16s’; ° men wanted at La Due’s sawmills. Noth- ing to do but work. Pay £3 a day and ‘Mule cutlet, 4s 2d°; ‘dog, a three drinks.” tenderloin, 10s 3d." The Times has poetical department, humorous {llust tions and a thrilling account of an a sassination in a saloon over cheating at cards.” More than six months ago David Christie Murray went out into the desert places of North Wales to devote him- self to a work of fiction, animated by a serious purpose, which has long lain at the back of his mind. This book is to be called “Despair’s Last Journey,” and will represent the writer's own view of the facts of life; it will probably be finished in time for publication in the spring Mr. Murray has also recently seen through the press a volume of tales and poems shortly. to be issued by Messrs. Chatto & Windus of London. This will be the first collection of Mr. Murray's verse which has appeared. *“Book News,” which publishes in each issue an expression of opinion from lead- ing authors in regard to their own per- sonal view of their work, gives in its Feb- ruary number the following remarkable utterance by Sarah Grand in regard to her purpose in writing “The Beth Book,” in which, as will be seen, she touches up- on the errors of the critics: “In influencing their daughter’s choice of a husband parents are apt to consider a man's means, manners and position rather than his principles or ideals. If he prove to be a good fellow in society they are content’ to inquire no further. Many men of excellent manners in public are men of most corrupt mind, whose con- versation in private is a continual source of suffering to their wives. I wrote ‘The Beth Book' to show what a refined wo- man must suffer when forced to associate with such a man, the inevitable blight, the certain deterioration that settles upon her even when she has the force of character to escape absolute corruption. The critics have almost all missed this, the one purpose of the book,-and pounced upon something quite incidental, and merely introduced by way of illustration, and as the vivisective incident, to which they attribute an exaggerated Impor- tance. The subjects discussed came in- evitably into the life of an intelligent wo- man situated as Beth was at the time of which I was writing; she could not have avolded them, and, therefore, no picture of her would be faithful that ignored them; but it is in the conditions of her life, not in her intellectual pursuits or opinions, that the real significance of her story is to be found.” ) GALIFORNIA AND MANIFEST DESTINY. N early decree of “Manifest Des- tiny” was that the great West should some time become a part of the empire of the United States. ‘With American history there be- gan a mighty expansion of the Anglo- Saxon race, which was destined to con- tinue till the farthermost Occident should be reached. Benjamin Franklin in 1754 prophesied that in less than a century the vast trans-Alleghany country must become “a populous and powerful dominion.” ‘Washington caught a true vision of the West, and his sagacity and knowledge of remote regions served him well in public and private life. Wolfe's vic- tory at Quebec was a door opening to the Anglo-Saxons an infinitely vast re- gion, Napoleon “lightly offered the province which had come to him so cheaply,” and all Louisiana was acquired. By tae treaty of 1819 Florida was ceded to the United States. Notwlithstanding Span- ish possessions and the claims or covet- ous desires of England, France and Russia, “Manifest Destiny” had decreed that the great California territory should belong to the United States. ‘We are indebted to the question of slavery extension for the accession of California; slavery extension cwes its downfallto the admission of California. It has become an admitted principle in American politics that free States could come into the Union only when accompanied by slave States. After the admission of Texas, when there were fifteen slave and fifteen free States, a vital question was that of the disposition of California. ‘‘Mani- fest Destiny” answered the question and forever turned the tide against human slavery. Neither the climate, nor the sofl, nor the production of any portion of California was adapted to slave labor, and slavery had not ex- isted In Mexico since 1829. Although there were early indica- tions of gold, a favoring Providence concealed the illimitable stores of wealth until after the American con- quest and after hope of slavery exten- sion had faded. The fortunate acci- dent of Marshall gave to America the golden wealth of California. And now for fifty years California has been a most influential factor in the world's development. In the dark hours of civil strife it was our gold that sup- plied an indispensable element of strength and steadiness to our Federal finance. The “Manifest Destiny” of California, 80 far as it relates to past days, is not merely a trumped-up expression of to- day . for retrospective use. Numerous prophetic utterances of the pioneer press and observant travelers afford an instructive commentary on subsequent history. Read in the Californian and the Star, beginning with 1846, and in contemporaneous speeches such expres- sions as these: “The destiny of Cali- fornia is fixed—she is to become a free and independent State. She is to make het own laws, manage her own re- sources, and found those Institutions in which her children are to find a hap- Py home.” “This (English) is to be the language of California. The vast tide of immigration from the United States will inevitably make it so. It becomes, therefore, every parent to have his children taught this language.” “Who can now doubt the importance to which California is destined?” “Our com- mercial capital, San Francisco, is des- tined to be the center of the exchange, of the world, and is destined to sunvis& the world with a large share of its cur- rency.” “Manifest Destiny” is calling to-day for native sons and native daughters of moral fiber and excellent virtues. ROCKWELL D. HUNT.