Los Angeles daily herald., 1873-11-13
An Elegant Description.

with elegant dlctlOn, anu soaring W
the heights of Parnassus, the writer
bursts forth into a flood of song, and
carols gushingly an angelic melody,
before which all other psalmody pales,
and the SMILES of the ancient poets
are as the lhue Of turnip compared
with the glory of sweet orange flowers.
s***s****# Aurora announced
her coming through the magic tints of
thousand cOlorings, y = =.
The blue and purple earth giants that
lift their majestic SUBMITS to the
ethereal heavens, from the scowling
ocean at Santa Monica to the smiling
valley of San Bernardino, penciled the
vast expanse of clear sky with distant
lines so poetical and dreamy, no Ras-
seles could tire or murmur OF. The
morning was vocal with the music OF
the lark and the linnet, while ever and
anon chanticleer, the royal cock OF the
walk, sounded his clarion horn. The
great orb performed its unmistakable
functions, and lighted up and warmed
the spheres, and gave zest to its living
creatures. At evening, did you not
hear the birds calling to repose, the
cooling of the doves, the plaintive song
of the plOver, the signaling shrek Of
the quail, and the owl adding his sol
emn notes to the vespers Of the feath-
cred chorus?
********, the value of every inch
of ground is understood, the noble
beast vaulting through space with
speed superior to that of the lOcomc-
tive.
*****, what more soul-stirring
picture is there than to see the very
finest specimens of brute excellence,
the elect of their "race," seemingly al
most Instinct with soul, straining ev-
cry energy, thronging with tremen-
dous thrOes of absolute Abandonment
of the goal? What more inspiring
sound can there be than the thick
thunder of the trampling hoofs coming
up the splendid reach of the home
stretch, = y, every muscle and
nerve alive with hot expectancy, eager
as the master for the victory? The
whirling wheels seemingly flash into
one seeming solid roll; the drivers,
mad with rivalry, bend over their fly
ing animals, and with voice and every
urgency call forth the last power of the
gallent brutes; the fieeting throng Of
the swift steeds gather toward the fin
ish; in seconds is crowded the ecstatic
excitement of a lifetime.
s~@#*#. What sweeter music can
there be than the sob's of middle
melody in the throat of the splendid
racer, rs he darts by with beating
breath and swelling nostrils, his eye
flashing with quick intelligence and
bent on victory? Such scenes and
sights are worth years Of the tame and
ordinary vegetating on which we call
life.
Before such God-like language, all
minor lights must bow their heads.
Although it shrinks like timid hare
in its form, or the gopher in its hole,
from the bare thought of rivaling such
gorgeous delineations and soul stirring
pen pictures as the morning constela-
tion offers, yet the HERALD with the
assistance of all the literary men in
Los Angeles, humbly submits its fee
BILE effort at word painting, stirred and
stimulated by the brilliant productions
of the matutinal luminary:
The JOYOUS COURsE-THE FLEET
AND RUSHING QUADRUPEDs-GOR-
GEoUs EQUINE, MASCULINE AND
FEMININE DIsPLAY-A PARIDIsI-
IcAL DAY-HEAyENLY WEATHER,
ETc., ETC.
The throats of hundreds of roosters
penned up for slaughter in the hotel
coops and restaurant yards, heralded
the advent of the son of Eos. The gen.
tie zephyrs fooled round the streets re-
joicing in the thought that the tyrant
Eolus was confined in his cave, and
was otherwise hunkydory. The child
of Helius and Climene had long since
paid the penalties of his rashness, al
though there were several lively look
ing ph@tons on the streets. At the
bright bars, the aarum potable and
the friendly caudd gall were freely
dispensed, and nature grinned her
most dulcet smile, as the primal matu-
final aureate sunbeams gilded the
chimney pots of Temples building.
THE EXCITING STRUGGLE.
The 'tsweet music of the sobs Of
middle-melody in the throat of the
racers" commenced about past one,
and the awful struggle was gallantly
won by the deep-chested, Pilot Chief.
His eye flashed with quick intelli-
gence, and was bent Qn two on vic
tory"
The time of the noted Dexter was al
most equalled, and the flood of gay
and happy child-like hearts lost piles
of coin on the issue.
THE RINK.
The dulcet and sweet strains of mad
ly melodous, and mirthfully murmur-
ing music, moved melancholy to a
smile, and banished the frown from
the brow of an old squaw opposite, do
ing forty-eight honrs in jail for drunk
enness. The stately form Of a kitchen
stove, in the centre of the rink, had a
grand effect with beautiful back
ground Of pears, photographs and sew
ing machines. AS the inspiring dot
and go one movements of the dreamy
waltz floated heavenwards, and were
lost in the vaulted arches of the can
vass roof, and one gazed on the para
fine oil exhibited from San Fernando,
great glad sobs welled up from many