The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-04-10
From new California Correspondent
Flashes and Slashes of a Steel Pcn'

SAN FRANcIsCo, Jan. %, 1851.
Coop MORGAN DocrHUR HowLT:-And Its
yerself that I'm writing to faith; its liberty,
but this IL fra country sure, and want 70
tell my friends all about it, Well we landed on
Friday at night, about o'clock in the morning;
and upon my sowl, there was town. oeaut-
full town-a delightful town-a splindid town
faith it was all town. And there were the tents;
tents here, and tents there, and tents every
where: tents by the score, and upon my sowl, II
was all tents And thin were the hills, och, SIGH
beauties; as many as Rome BARN one, and then
they are rising up to heavens azure curtain
Och the finest hills, be the powers, an its all
hlls.-And thin are the straits,
Och the stras all mud, and the mud all wather;
And frame houses are made of shate iron,
Brick side walks SO fine are made of pine lumber,
And my landlord is Misther O'Bren.
But we had the dvls own time finding lodg-
ines for thra; och 800 a wake for single GIN
tleman, the ateing and the drinking and the
slaping on the floor in the bargain; I'll not trub
lie EN- and aft we wint, through mud and wather,
and list as landed fornints the house | spicd
the finest lookin woman in the world thrying to
wade the dirthy wather; hoop! placed my ten
thcr arm around her dilicate waist and landed
her ladyship safe on thother side and by all that's
beautiful gazed into her eyes, those "windows
of the sowl,'' as MIR. Moore calls thin, and in
1
Swatc crathur said |, and will yis consnt to be
Mistress O'Mulligan, and all she said was, ''no
comprendc, no comprcnde, and on the other side
a big Spaniard calls out, s!hombra cara ho!' and
sz |, is it me We are bemaning with yer nasty
gibbcrish, an it's mesclf can shut yer cabbage
box; but thinking of the jewel beside me, thurnz
ed round and the angel had vanished, and Whit
looked for the Spaniard, by japers the divil had
vanished too.
Now did not think of my wife Bidy; but its
all thrue as MIR. Moore says,
Faith, love is the sowl of nate Irs,man,
He loves all that's lovely, does all that he cam
And faith do all that can, and its good wages
l get. Professional gintlemen get eli ht dollars
and the likes, and my wife Bdy earns $l2 d
day at washing, and all she does at night is owe,
work, and faith, she does we'll at that-Biddy
spreads the linen for the gintlemen-they are
we'll PLACED with her-and Biddy is not the CIR
to throw up till her work is done. Biddy ant
mcself will both be washwomen now-whilc she
is washing the linen for the gintlemcn, Ill be
washing gowld in the mines; think Of that; whir
my trinds are digging taties at home, III be dig
ging the gowld and it's larger they are every day
I'm going to the mines whin the rain stops, and
:. that will be in thra weeks says the Post Mas
thur, and he is gintlcman. Ask Mr. O Rob
bins the Post Masthur whin this lethnr will &c,
there, and if it does not get there at all ist be
lave me dead, and they are dying here quite fas
sure, and behave in my sowl, some are dead be
fore they are buried; but let the dead bury the
dead, as Tom Moore says, and | will 60 to the
gowld mines.
Och! this is the land for all Docthlr How'll;
Who'd dig for potaties when get gowld,
Pm young as horse and AS strong as cowlt
And III make the dust fly before its all sowld.
| And this is the cline for us too DOcthur How'll;
| The moon is like sunshine, the air is so fine,
The land is mellow meal from the bowt,
| And b'lave in s0w our taes'll make wine.
They large and as plump fig Docthur IIowlt
And so are the cabbage faith, all in their prime,
And December IS as pleasat as May DOcthur How'll
Were it not for the rain-aith it pors all the time!
P. S. Whin yez land, call at O Brien's, my
room is No. IL; there ar. II more gintlcmen il
the room beside meself, SO you sec my room il