The union Democrat., 1870-04-02
Gossip from san Franci-ce.
rHE tribune.

died game. There seem to be no mourners.
On the contrary. everybody laughs or sueers.
We are honest whea paper dies. If we hate
it, so we express ourselves. If we are indif-
ferent, ditto. But when a mere man with
perhaps not half tie brains that were con-
dcnsed even in single edition of the Trib-
une gets out of bis body and leaves an un-
pleasant, sodden mass of flesh, blood. bones,
carbon and phosphate Of lime behind him,
we get ont our handkerchefs. play dismal,
dress in black, look blue. and rejoice inter-
nally when the whole gloomy performance
of getting him under ground is over.
JOHN sTRATMAN.
Nearly every ore has joke fresh, stale or
musty for the departed Tribune. And peo-
pie are shaking their heads and telling each
other in would be mcurnful sort of wey,
how sorry they are that Jack should have
gone on so as be did in bis paper. Yet he
was honest. lie said pretty near what he
thought. There was certain crew he wanted
TO ''get even" on and so far as words 60, he
did. So far as that went. the Tribune ac-
complished its mission. consider il sue
cess. Not one man in thousand is capable
of starting an orgaa, through which, he may
trumpet his opinion of the bilks. beats. dead
heads and bummers bv which he is surround
ed, and of keeping it atioat three months
There's rough vigor and enterprise about
Stratmnn, which does not crop out of your
every day men. lie is not dead. He'll do
something yet. Ilisnaper was but one effort,
one indication of the mans push and go
aheadativcness. II may be criticised severe
". if you wish. Did you expect from John
Stratman essays on the science of the beauti-
fnl in nature and art? Was the paper lit
tie rough? Well why should mt the various
elements which make up society come to the
surface in print once in while for inspec-
tion? We shall in time have other papers
Just like Stratman's-onlyro rougher and more
bitter. The different voices Of the commu-
nifty will speak as much in print as they do
now in speech. Look at the increase of lib
erty. license if you choose to call it which as
regards thought flung before the public
through tie agency of the press and type has
been evidenced during the last ten years.
PARTY GRATITUDE.
But what grateful creature is the Repub-
lican party to those who have borne the bur
then and heat of the day Put not thy trust
in Princes Rather put not thy trust in par
ty. Party has no soul after the vctory's
gained. Then the ranks disperse for plunder
and the most cunning wins. Where was
harder worker than Stratman? Who was
more dangerous to the unloyal? Whose was
the most popular fist at loyal mass meetings?
Yet in the division of the spoils the foxes get
all the meat, the bulldogs have scarce a BONE
Shame
JIM MURPHY.
The leaves are falling fast. Poor jim
Murphy jumps frcm that wrecked steamer
Golden Gate, and the cold wcters of tho Pa
ctc close over one other Of the few remaining
human land marks Of our "river." Poor
jim! The roar of the Tuolumne as in the
still summer afternoon. it rushes past his old
homo at Indian Bar. sings to the few surviv.
ors clustered around that spot, u newer, sad
der melodv-hs drge
We can for our dead do one service. better
even than the erection of monuments. We
can remember them Cor those qualities which
compel our admiration ani regard. The
scenes among which they lived and wnere we
lived with them, shall he their monuments and
every mountain, hill, gnch, bar and cannon
has for them its epitaph its story. Not gloo-
my or sepulchral. Indian Bar. Swett's.
lIavkin 3. Red mountain. are to a few Of us
all records of Jim Mrrphy's kind heart; of
deeds which though small in compass lacked
not the spirit of the greatest benevolence
These are truly sacred to memory"
They are better far than cold stone graz
ven with cold letters: sometimes with cold.
worn out sentiments: sometimes with asser-
tons which the honest heart of the buried
would repudiate, could he but make himself
heard.
deem is well, thetthis change called death
comes to us all. Were it not So we might be-
come terribly cold. hard-bearted and selfsL.
Because. now we say practically, 1.-The heap
ing up of cash or the hodv's enjoyment is the
grea. business of liien Sentiment is imprac-
tical. 1t is not Cuisines" But some one
very near is taken from us. All There is
also in your heart soft corner. You are
lore desolate, miserable. The earth is black
Money is no salve for this wound. Then,
you may know something of the value of this
quality YOU call sympathy or sentiment. You
want also that which il real. not assumed
Suppose for the sake of argument, you call
me customary. ""imprsctical. sentimen-
tall like to go out i'll the fields sud forests
amoug trees, birds, brooks and flowers.
like even to wander in graveya,ds. l should
hate to sell soap or tape over the counter of
dry goods or grocery store. | stand maybe
a little outside of all this buying and selling.
this hickering and scheming and litigation
and sixpenny bother and worry SO. am
hardly useful working member of society.
but suppose again, just for the sake of arsu-
ment. that you have been what the world
calls dead, score or two of years; your grave
tersotten; scarce a hillock marking it in tie
neglected nameless corner of tie church yard;
your name familiar to none, save two; one
money-ge,ting old uan; whose victory over
you IN a horse-trade marks a brightday in his
metai,,c HE; |. the other; 90 by myself in
the SOLITARY lanes, aud when the spring bu0s
are bursting and the green grass is growing.
recall yoa among others. with thoughts of
pleasure; you. dead aud goue io-ty wears ago.
d" IL not tor money; not to gain your cnoa
will; maybe 1t Is my nature so to do. mavbe
IL is my pleasure to recolleee you for what in
you was high, noble. kind, talented and
cheerful, And you, we will imac;na oaa;n
inst for the sake of ar,,nn,n~.