Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1850-11-30
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POPULATION OF SAN FRANCISCO.
The community Of San Francisco
is a perfect oNa pod,1Hu, although it's
principal ingredient and general char
ac'er is American. The America rs
are the onions ana favor that season,
inc whole dish. Let any one place
himself IN any one spot for a balf am
hour and he will see as many castes
as were ever dreamed OF in his phi-
5ioSoPhy-castes Of humanity in CAV
Dy great caster, not the counterfeit
PrcSeh'ment IN plasier-ofparis, made
by human hands. And vet there is
no clashlng, no interference, no M.
uonal' sectional feelings enrenderod,
and better regulated community
never existed. Here you will fnd
me New York merchant, the South.
ern planter, the Western farmer and
'he Eastern trader-thc STAKEHOLDER
and the hot-hcadcd abolit:onist. Here
is Inc volatile, enthusiastic. and san.
gunc trcnchman. Then comes the
fiery, hot-blooded Italian, who low.
ers his brows, and growls out deep
.0t"r9Io through his teeth, if one but
.lo,gS his elbow. In his wake comes
'hc stolId German, with his little blue
cap, and enormous vizor, who seems
while he inhales his tobacco smoke
from the bowl of his Dutch pine to
exist but IN a dream; but in his cyc7
you ,, can see his favorite expression,
wen Got, what a couniries!' Next
we w, sec the Englishman-who, let
M nm associate with Americans all his
jIife-ncyer loses his nationality. He
bears his birth-right upon his brow.
he arrcs ii in his hat, il is imprinted
up,h ms coat, ii is porceptible in his
Vesf' II is evident in his trousers, a d
h,hquestlonab!e in his CATERS and
shoes. Then comes the child of
hT'n' poor, dov n-troddcn-trodden,
betrayed Ireland. His looks are
brighter now, but saddening thoughts
VIII cast a shadow over his brow
when ne thinks of the green sd that
grows over the graves of his ances-
TORS. When he conjnres VI the his
tory of her long, long years of oppres
SION, when he sees the thousands mn
on thousands of his countrymcn star
wing and dying like dogs upon the
"a,ysIde, the tear glstcns in his eve;
ana yet he yearns for home, and dc
'cfmInes when he has obtained
McaI'h 10 ~ againto his own, his ma
i've land. The harp is music in his
ear the shamrock the oasis in the
desert, and he echoes the words of
the song:
roh steer my bark to Erin's Isle
Tor Erin is my home"
in all due reverence and sincerity
ana with his heart in his mouth
ana here is your cannie Scot, from
aberdeen TO Glasgow, a long-headcd
ch'ei' who takes care of the pennies
me bonnie, merry Scot. Now stalk
me SSpanlard, with bis dark complex
lon' l his raven locks, his piercing eve,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick
~ quarrel;' the proud blood Of the
'Cas'iIlan mobiles mantles readily to
ms cneek' and he bows with the air
OF Dono the olden time. He is
followed by Mexican. He is nrond
OF the few drops of Castilian blood
lhatremains in his veins; but is mere
~ counterfeit presentment. Here
comes bevy of Celestials, with
their dark loose clothing, their IRE.
proachable white stockings, and their
practical boots and shoes. They
are all very happy and clannish; the
omy real socialists in existeme.--I
They guard their pig-taiIs as they do
their honor, and cherish them with