The Shasta courier., 1856-01-12
For the Shasta Courier.
Bull Gulch Corrcspondence.

MEssRs EDrToRs The old year has toled
his last knell. Eighteen hundred and fifty five
was. and is no more and Time has filed another
annual brief in that court from whence there is
no appeal The good and evil of our three
hundred and sixty-fve days and nights, are re-
corded in the unchanging and eternal Book OF
Ages, What a grand. sfupendous thought! All
The gold that lies buried in the rich placers of
California, cannot change or alter one single en-
try in the Eternal Ledger. The great seal of
Time has closed its pages, and it is now destiny.
In the day of Judgment it will be opened and
woei woe! unto him who shall have a balance
of evil against him. Fifly-six with smiling,
hopeful face, is breathing many hopes to the
young and buoyant, bidding forget the ills of
the old year. and cooring the future with much
and many Joys. Alas it is a pity the year could
not always be young and gay but like those
that have gone before, in the spring it will
dress in all the gay foppery of flowers and bios
SONS; in the summer twill exchange its beau
teous and perfumed vesments, for richer suit
of fruits; in the fall twill tire of its too subsan
tial ornaments; then winter will come and strip
it of It's scanty wardrobe of scar and yellow
leaves, and the poor year will perish as all have
done.
How many memory and prayer in the last
tweniy.four hours, has gone back from the
gulches of California, to the old home in the
Atlantic states. How many a tear has been
rudely brushed away from the carp-worn face of
the California miner. as the past News Years of
his younger days, come flooding back his
memory, recalling many a joyous festival and
loved face, never TO be enjoyed, perhaps, never
TO be seen again All little do the father,
mother, brother, sister, or sweetheart realize,
as they sit by the cheerful fresde, keep time to
soft music in the giddy dance, or fly the
frozen snow to the the jinggling of the silvery
I11l -,,b ~ e.. IL
lonesome log cabin, with its cherries. earthly
floor and grub diggings! Avaunt dark shadows!
Let the light of hope and youth fall upon the
canvass.
We had ball last night, jolly happy affair
it was too; truly say ''a went merry
as a marriage bell" The Messrs. Dickinson are
trumps, and that's fact, in the way of doing up
these kind of affairs. A fine sized room 90 by
Alphabetically decorated just filled sufficient for
comfort, is about as much as could be asked by
California hombre to welcome in the New Year.
Then the supper. Ye Gods! what a sight fer
hungry man! If we have genius it surely is
for good eating; we love to gaze on table
grooming under the weight of good things; we
have TO feast the senses ere we saiate the ami
NAL; this unites the g flow of reason and the
feast ot-pgs. No pears tasted halt
rich and mellow as old Wilson's watched
them ripen day by day when trudging to and
fro to school.
The attentive and lady-like hostess cannot
have too much credit bestowed upon her for
the tastefully arranged and most richly laden
table The bar, too. was well supplied with
good liquors; but it won't do to take too much
even of good thing. We have faint remem-
brance of three gentlemen monopolizing sundry
cots in side room, about o'clock, A. Ma
weakening in the knees from over exertion, ia
tigue-thats all. In fine, Messrs. Editors we
had good time, and hope it may not be the
last Respectfully yours,
JEFFERSoNIAN,