Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-01-21
DAILY EVENING STAR.
The CalifOrnian's.F Farewell,

| OAAA I Gv GNxNG SIAR.
The Californian's Farewell.
I'm going to the diggins, with Smith and Jones and
Where the sands all in tie gulches are bright with
precious ore;
I shall take pick and shovel-build log and can
And in the gravel grovel, on that bright and gold
Shore
Where the stones and sand are money and the rivers
milk aud honey,
In that wondrous FL Dorado, by the Sacramento
shore.
Pm going there by water, and know hadn't ought
For shall be SO sea-sick when winds and waters
roar;
shall feel, when on the ocean, for thee deep deyo
But fear the vessels motion will make me think
of shore;
For when the sea makes breaches. one naturally
retches,
And would be very glad indeed to be upon the
shore.
leave you sad and lonely for know you love ma
only,
But fear you'll find another ere my expeditions
o'er;
Where the broad red sun setting am going to get
wetting
But therell be in fretting on the Sacra-
mento shore.
love you, and leave you and awhile of joy bereave
you,
But all will be serene again when return once
Adelaide! fair Adelaide! I'm vesy sad afraid
I'll get to be a skeleton, and never see you more;
For the dining will be sclnty in our little canvass
shanty,
And shant be so gallantry, while scratchingfor
the ore;
But rll get with some hard knocks pocket full Of
rocks,
And then grow fat upon the thought of seeing
you once more.
fair and lovely creature! angel in form and featured
know you love me truly, and will love me ever.
But fair one, of alarm your troubled feelings calm,
I shall not come to harm in the precious land of
But shall get from the hollows hundred thousand
dollars,
To bring you for settlement from Sacramento
shore.
My spectacles straddle on my nose all like saddle
Will guide me to the plocers and dggins of the
And by Erebus and Nox" Pll get through all these
knocks,
That pocket full of rocks on that Ophir's golden
shore
But never think that same is the 'aurr sacra James,
only ask competence on Sacramento shore.
Dear Ad lest you grow thinner be dill ,ent at din
ner.
Eat beef tits good for love, they say, in books of
ancient lore;
And I, in that fair valley-I shan't stand shilly
shally,
But my appetite rl rally ;;as oft I've done before:
My spectacles upon my nose, make all "co,eur de
rose"
And will brighten cen the barren glades on Sac
ramento shore,
I say nothing of the few have given up for you
That loved me in despite of the spectacles wore;
There We're Sarah, Mad, and Lizzy and Ginny, Jane,
and Sissy,
And that sang like Grisi, and any number
more;
For you sacrifice them, however much prize them,
And with pckaxe on my shoulder seek the sac-
ramento shore.
Then farewell, Adeaidy, the ship is almost ready,
Think of all the airs used to play, as late the
evening wore;
When I'm tossing on the billow, and you toss upon
your pillow,
Still wear for me the willow, till my pilgrimage
is o'er
Then lassie fair and bonny, with her true and low
ing Johnny.
Will stand up at the altar, and-I can't say any
more
MIsLED BY A NAME.
1t was my fortune to pass portion of
my youth at celebrated watering place, to
which it was the fashion, at that time, with
the faculty, in all parts of the kingdom, to
consign their patients, usually in compliance
with the desires of the latter, when medi-
cince could be of no more avail; and there
was such constant influx of pale people of