Weekly Trinity journal., 1857-03-07

was under the weather that day but he
hoped no one but he knew how blurred was
the page and how unsteady the lines, when
he drew his reluctant pen through the half
of Mrs. Blank and infant And after
many days, when, the weather was genial
and her nurse persuasive, and the little lady
appeared on deck again, pale, and sad-eyed.
and quiet, and in her simplicity of sorrow
and demure raiment seeming unwittingly to
rebuke the selfish cheerfulneSs of some who
might have forgotten her once or twice
then uncouth hands, looking at her nskance,
would, with a certain courtly awkwardness,
and very modestly perform gallant things
in her service and competing passengers,
in phrases as rough as Esau's thigh, would
approach her with ingenious anticpations of
her halfformed wishes, and abundance Of
timely tenderness until, at last, when the
good ship sailed through the Golden Gate,
she was won to exchange her self-absorption
for graceful pensiyeness, prettier, and even
more commanding than disordcred sorrow.
Full fathom five her darling lies;
OF his bones are corals made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that can fade,
But doth suier sea change
Into something rich aud strange!'
And this was she Tho crossed the Plaza,
one bright morning in the year of our ORD.
Eighteen Hundred Forty-nine. She l.aned
on the stout arm of her husband. Oh intelli-
gent, gallant joyous-looking gentleman
though that was his bah, that went down
among The sca-Shclls, and he had no other for
his sorrow. Ee had arrived year before !;
ais ventures had been lucky he had be-
come q merchant Of some note, a man of
water-lots and steamboats,, and shares in de
sirable sites at the head Of navigation and
he had builta brave house to put his little
wife in, aud his babyfailure, in which he had
invested such sum of love But he was
not broken yet, or disprited, for he had not
touched his original capital-she remained.
They crossed the Plaza diagonally from
Clay street to Dupont and as they passed
they made jubilee In the little white
shantee on the rise of the hill, whore the
Alcalde then held occasional court and adj
ministered expensive justice, premature
lawyer was outpouring AskansaS eloquencc,
and crushing the claim Of some sGcrlcgiouS
ranchero to a lifty-vara lot in the middle Of
apaper cemetery. Presently plain black
bonnet, bordered with a white cap came
within range of the window Forthwith
that impetuous counsel forgot his client and
his case, dropped the thread of his argument
which has never been picked up again to
this day, and performed wild vault through
the window into the open space in 'front.'
That blessed ranchero holds his own.
In the Old Adobe the collector of Gus
toms was
In his counting-house
counting out his money
and pert permit-clerks, with q variety of
bad language, were explaining to bewildered
foreigners the peculiar institutions of our
country Here she comes p was whispered
in the ycrandah. The deputy cashier caught
up the word, and like the hill-bcacons in the
Spanish Armada, it flew from desk to
desk. AT once an informal recess was taken,
and frenzied aliens, frantcally gesticulating
were suffered to abide in blasphemous I'M
patience till the phenomenon had passed
A the El Dorado free fight was ad-
jOurned for the occasion, and drinks all
round substituted thereafter by mistake
Across the open space, an agile, sun
Drowned neryouslooking Mexican comes
caracoling on his fretted steed Resplend-
ent is he in holiday scrape, of hues as null
tifarious as JoSeph's coat resplendent in a
foppish sombrero, and famous for the precise
cut Of his ranchero's jacket. A musical
man is hc--jinglng as TO bis frurS jngling
as to his horses bit and headstall, jingling as
to the high peak of his saddle, jngling as
to his leggins. In q moment he is almost
upon her. One sharp jerk at the savage
bit throws his quiyering horse upou his
launches, and pauSing so he sits the model
of an equipped cabilero, unscrupulons and
gallant. That night, a solitary wayfarer,
with heavy pouch at his belt makes his
way over desperate road to the Mission
Dolores nnscathed. An unerring knife had
been whetted for him, but beam from an
angels eye sealed it in its sheath
In front of the Bella Union,' Sam
Roberts and his Hounds are marching two
and-two, in carnival attire, mixed of Mexi-
can, Chinese and Indian garments, snatched
with impunity from the nearest shops, with
out money and without price. But now
they halt, and forming IN line, lift their hats
even gracefully with some hopeful
show of respect-and salute the First Lady.
No flames from Chilean tents alright the
quarters of Clarke'S point that night no
'hriekS of violated women make that Dight !
lldeous. A minister of grace bestowed the
.alIsman, though no grateful lips do homage
o the saving hand.
In the Aguila de Oro' they are having
lively game of monte A miserable
wretch, an invalid miner, attenuated and
eeble, his joints all twisted in the rack of
rheumatism, elbows his way to a table and
olds suspended over card, in lucky indie
ision, soiled and finger-worn bit of paper,
certificate of deposit with Wright & Co.
or three thousand dollars in dust Once