The Sun.
London, England, 1850-05-31 00:00:00

Floier, John Moody; C. A.

Foley, J. IL

Idorris, David Aciand, Sir T.D.

MINORITY—NOES, 68.
Armstrong, Sir:A. Grey, Sir G. Parker, John
Baines, M. T. Grey, R. W. Rich, Henry
Berkeley, Admiral Hall, Sir Benjamin Russell, Lord John
Boyle, Colonel Hawes, Benj. Russell, F. C.
Bramston, T. W. Hayter, W. G. Saiwey, Colonel
Brown, William Henry, Alexander Scully, Francis
Burke, _Sir T. J. Heywood, James Shell, R. L.
Carter, J. B. Heyworth, Lawrence Somerville, Sir W.
Cavendish, C. C. Hobhouse, T. B. Stansfield, W. R. C.
Cobden, R. Howard, C. W. Tancred, H. W.
Craig, Sir W. G. Howard, E.G. Thompson, Col.
Dundas, Admiral Hume, Joseph Thompson, George
Ebrington, Viscount Jervis, Sir John Thornely, T.
Elliot, J. E. Lewis, G. Cornewall Tufhell, Henry
Fagan, William Lushington, Charles Walmsley, Sir J.
Ferguson, Sir R. Mackie, John Walter, John
Fordyce, A. D. Mackinnon, W. A. Willyams, H.
Forster, Mathew Maule, Fox Wilson, James
Fertescue. Chichester Melgund,%Viscount Wilson. Matthew
Fortescue, J. W. Moffatt, George Wood, Sir Charles
Fox, W. J. Nugent, Lord Wyvill, Marmadnke
Grace, 0. D. J. O'Connell, M. J. TELLERS.
Graham, Sir James Packe, C. W. Hill, Lord M.
Granger, T. C. Palmerston, Via. Bellew, R. M.

A MAN FROM CALIFORNIA.
(From an American Paper.)
Marble was in Boston the other day, and strolling
along the wharfs, when he met with a tall, gaunt-
looking figure, whose sunburnt countenance and tat-
tered parti-coloured garments—originally of the most
outlandish fishion—had that picturesqueness about
them derived from only long-continued exposure to
the atmosphere, which fancy sketchers delight to pre-
sent on canvass.
Dan, who never permits the lack of an introduction
to interfere when he desires to make an acquaintance,
hailed the man—" Hallo, my friend, where are you
from ?"
" Jest from Calerforny, stranger."
" Ah, indeed ! and you can tell us, then, whether it's
all true about that ?" somewhat anxiously interrogated
Dan in reply.
" Trew as you live, and a darned sight more—for
no man out of Calerforny really does live."
" Then why do you come back ?"
" Back ! why to get my family. Fact is, stranger,
a man gets so powerfully rich that he becomes cove-
tous of himself ; and, of he aint very careful, will cut
his own throat to rob himself. The root of all evil,
you know—there's a leetle too much of it, and I left
for a while, partly on that account."
" Oh, you did, eh !"
" Yes—and between you and me, that's the only
way a man can die in that blessed land !"
" Healthy climate, I suppose ?"
" Healthy !it aint anything else. Why, stranger,
you choose there any climate you like—hot or cold—
and that without travellin' more than fifteen minits.
Jest think o' that the next cold mornin' when you
gets out o' bed. There's the mountain there—the
Sawyer Navady,' they call it—with a valley on
each side of it—the one hot and the fother cold.
Well, get on the top of that mountain with a double-
barrel gun, and you can, without movin', kill either
summer or winter game, jest as you will."
" What ! have you ever tried it ?"
" Tried it often—and should have done pretty
well, but for one thing."
" What was that?"
" I wanted a dog that would stand both climates.
The last dog I had froze off his tail while pantin'
on the summer side. He dident get entirely out of
the winter side, you see. Trew as you live."