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The golden era, v. XIII, no. 14, Sunday, March 5, 1865.
Contributor
Fulvia. Egan, Pierce, 1814-1880. Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870.
Date Added
2 March 2022
Format
Newspaper
Language
English
Publish Date
1865-03-05
Publisher
San Francisco [Calif.] : J. Macdonough Foard, Rollin M. Daggett
Source
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
In tears : a reminiscence of San Francisco in the Ides of March, eighteen hundred sixty-four / by Fulvia. The fair Lilias; or, Life in death / by Pierce Egan. Life in death Our mutual friend / by Charles Dickens.
Topic
Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens. American poetry > California > Periodicals. American literature > California > Periodicals. San Francisco (Calif.) > Newspapers.
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“GRooKS © LAWRENCE,
PUBLISHES, No.64o Guar Seer, f
NOTES OF A BOIEWIAY,
A wanderer is avs They, to measure
civilization of a city
street shows; at lea
acquired ina quiet all
1865. — Vol. XIII.—No. 14.
Lord,
‘A
California: Sunda Larch
WRITTEN FOR THE GOLDES RA.
IN TEARS,
REMINISCENCE 0F OF SAN
S$ OF MARCI, FIGHTEEN
his Iabors—a partial reward.
sponse could lovingly hand ia
iste
i
ings of the liberal soul
ie Be Egan’s New Story
PUBLISHED FROM ADVAN
The Fair Lilias;
LIFE IN DEATH.
BY PIERCE
of “the Poor ou neg or,
The Marble Heart,” “ Lad or, The
THE LITTLE PURPLE HOOD.
BY CLEMENT RIVERS.
sw 1 SHEETS.
8 genius: clothed by Goa,
the
livin:
wind strong
hope thus
Tam naturally of @ melancholy tarn
very apt at taking things
As he heard
to assi
MHUNDRED SIXTY-FOU
BY FULVIA.
“What aileth thee
toot, hat thou art mlly gone
+ full of
into
broken ear rout ot hs soul
on thei
sople Tam surrounded.
STREET Silows AND puns.
a f @ night I pass along
crowded and welltighted street
whi
always enpected to be
and I was never
Instead of which,
is
‘ch ws supposed they outa eave
ich might when I was late fc
in atall
ome seem by
windows, not forgetting the
within the shop. I say shop, because it is
good old Saxon word and cannot be
strued. ‘The man who is s0 far above or
or it,
& promiscuous crowd,
wrth sentimental balderdec and
and his body with fouler drink.
oo, he rok and gent ones
have somewhat to answer for in
Poo!
‘That was a tranquil morning which
Francisco and the
Ocean—that Fourth day
hundre@ sixty-four.
name is Jones, James Jones, and ‘Such is
Some years ago I lived in the
te sity, ana, being very
re, T iavariably passed
rere iret, ‘ft ‘going tomy
E ing, at a certain
yor ang "iad, whore slight ‘ora
eavelon pea in a dark, bro
whose bi vas covered. with
old fuioned. “hood, of
me sired demand for the tast numbers
containiog the opening of
The Fair rte ore
a Death,” induces to give, this week,
full and concise summary of “oe veo ot
Introductory chaptors, eo that all who failed
© copy of the previous issues, cam
tho aid of such summary, ewe the story:
‘a satisfactory manner to its el
SUMMARY.
be afrala om Song nto
serve to succei ‘Though
Fach Srovonghtare has its own
class of frequents
Kearny street, for parposes of business
uninterrupted rest
the vine-trellised windows of
att hous saw the porple
all aglow, warm
over preen hillsides
10 patronize
LAMB AND COLERIDGE,
‘That most genial of all exsayists,
has never described anything
wh
Lick House block, seldom fall into the
of a Kearny street milliner or dreasmaker.
My most common
ne, fa to aro throogh ail
"Tis
this young lady, Ta
you, as she i coro ce one
Hioned,—
told that
dinner give
‘haw the Rothbury Towers is the residence of
chimney sweeps of London nb
prot
Eorlenany Sie Due Engher Daath
‘made droadtol ravages in hie family. He is
toa
His wife
upon the the w:
Chaos cease, and ‘twas
stays tte on =e “a i
said ir, 1 me
their eyes must have
they Men, who perceived ‘fearful accident,
which th
the generous feast, made a
eau
eye alone, had fe
themselves. and had given
orisons to the
that : considered her quite
mine, and, (what is baaly a
r er fell in love with her.
was a very quiet sort of love,
oe pace alone erally appreciate
neo of the hour and the scene,
which our souls go out towards Heaven, Men, who gazed thoughtfully
and has not the eye and sent their
dearer
snow-drift and
Imade of
2 rune nt See
Bat why, night after night, should we
told that somebody misses Willie, or
‘When this cruel war is over”
flog to make somebody bap
Cangice the
y toa
the ho
existence ol of the
” Lamb's lif
cherished in the memory of
manhood (for, “none but
cease to revere se land of
”) and who
the call of the bugl
Tmarsbeled battalions, se the
National Capital—
to meet her at
I stood
bat on
He writes to Coleridg
masic as
taken ill, and it exhausts my
urs support her in
i 3 which make the
destaad the, oa of all
to listen, because
I
Tcan spend the
a
vague way
my means to have
day,—anniversary of the
our Magistratic
the soul. the
and
his life was
he never
without a doubt,
Poor,
the notes
this
heart. With a
mast bave w: eed so nearly upon
there rans through all
Iatcy Hosanest of whowe fetaree
printed want ai
Rouse from
stole out upon plaintive notes
art bewed dow with grief and woe,”.
and the big tear drops stole down
and his strong frame shook an
though some mortal agony had seized
‘al tranquil day!
fail Cal
fora, ofall the loyal "Twas no of floral
to drop
humor.
“Hail, beautifal City by the
Queen of
and Grace
1s there cosine more
his Lette
wy sorrow. CHAPTER I.
not Lilias is gent by Helecaca dangerous missions, to
secl. Hail” floating on the sur leep pools, or to
(OME, SWEET HOME.” ‘The National colors foaled in cragey peaks—all “ “te tage ‘tote
Inever, when I think of music, can and position of esthea! step oF unlucky slip will remove ope of the
the tonching picture once presented to he admits that what Bay, over tog au of the
mind by an artist friend of Payne, of
Haina ot a particle is tenderest anxiety.
Ships tihed “thet ons,
prows toward the Golden Gate,
‘away int o the » deeper, bluer
plac!
world._all ‘rekon, he
outstretched hands reaching ever
the
y Pa:
author of “Home! Sweet Home.” He
asyot
never knowing, save in his dresms at
what the true anor ot home were,
wandered thro’
Jess and almost penniless
ch he knew
th, as be Tveatered forlorn
ig Ms ‘ends
cing was the
street, wbeting his
stream,
broke forcibly away.
ruganiaias, Diablo
uoder
Dusiness,he seized him by the lifts,
became
captivated lips :
Lamb, growing
went about his
of caves and
ing sex
this homeless elendleas wanderer, came
1d sounds wrung from hi
to
to the admiration of
of sweeps.
‘crossing ;
the force
ver
oout the me on our dear
‘anos fe frends, The
that Lar jong
due to rie essay
which fs bat an essay, and
siete from his own life. Trae he
aad elreiog. pe, but
melody to
birth, will Treas ong as kindly
eat,
1: fo perhaps Jong stretoh from
band to the ome Sweet Home.
Bot Fold 8 rk Tshould
sive ron as it would.
este POR THE MILLION,
Teould go on with anecdote and
pascal ch
another roate,
the voice of
by the ie, and I
tld no wall describe
‘Though I have not read
there is no rary nae
aths than poor Payne.
An and os ofall I have sai
raGebie ohare a band
ofitable
wi
with, what 4
letters to Coleridge
when wandering stout ail to
pleasant a ction his eanay on
House in H. “Dream
2 and “Barbara Alen and thank
lived.
n this asa Pastime,
“death-gun of
‘and
of any of ‘ont the
there was &
is pro!
8 good one, and et we rod and
of the wan 0 must, 100k for hi
creation wre outside
indy at
whether am
‘ebich would
to ashes;
not continually worry his ears
"Sonn comes marching home,” oF
will care for mother now.” In Europe,
O ye holy manes. Vale!
3d 1865.
Yosemite
were many,
think that,
"THE BOUEMTAN.
cost to discourse mails upon
Promenade. The humanizing edeoinof
can i aed by those who have
esse:
ani
1 donot esitta to aneibe to the
gh
prayer wi
ote by one oiled fowls.
¢ last time on the white
Atraveler in
“In point of fact
in Chinn, when am t laid in
the and
bands
ated
dreams of all the great comoues, a
i aii h
5
PRE
ge
raore simple and more taney than that
‘any other nation in the wor
‘No one can estinato what a rofaing
flaence such a sim
Would have upon our people.
Tn this hurry
den eaih, wo are ll apt te
needs some repos
Garaver THAN StkaTuay.—Pew
that
the
mine id
what that
may
soul.
7 f toll,
come
peacock than
thon
was Deap. made my
= is
ESTERN PAVERS g)
a marriage is ‘kelp to
place
Dead!
6 ‘The strong man in the midst of his
Dead!
all the day had looked forward to Fall
hour of rest, he could know
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