Los Angeles daily herald., 1876-01-01

doctrines that there were many enjoy
ments of even the sensual nature
which we ought to be thankful for and
the qualification of which was without
reproach. 1t would be an inveterate
topper who would get drunk on this
full-flavered beverage. One or two
glasses after dinner and before the ci-
gar was lit would be all sufficient,
worthily finishing the meal, and ad-
ding an additional zest to the Havana.
No wonder the brandy was pro-
nounced so good. Years had elapsed
since it had flowed from the still ad-
Joining, and the port had made the
journey to England and back.
Beyond the pride Mr.. Rose takes in
the creation of such place as Sunny
Slope, we believe is that with which
he regards the care of his vintage and
his success in adding to the resources
of the Pacific Slope"
We have not the time to argue the
advantages of home production, but it
is evident that millions of dollars will
soon be earned which are now sent to
foreign countries for very inferior ar
ticles, and the day is not very far dis
tant when there will be better APP
| probation OF California wines and
brandies.
In the early cleaning, when the
mountains were still glowing in the
bright rays of the setting sun, we
strOlled with Mr.. Rose to the fields in
the rear of the cultivated part of the
farm. Through the orange trees, by a
smaller vineyard. where the choicest
varieties of foreign grapes were gath
cred, up by the stream, walking on
top of the old dam, the ''centenniap
| of which has passed
Grass up to the ankles. Can it be
| possible that thi. lS the last day of
"gloomy November when the most
| favored district. ri the East are in
slush and snow, afp. itu,n whence al
ready comes the account oI frost twen-
ty degrees below zern; piercing gales.
and vessels blockaded by ice, The
mares are sleek, as they nibble the
juicy herbage; their coats are fine and
their eyes lustrous, and they caper in
glee as we approach to take closer
view. No need of barns or close sta
bles here. They can breathe the warm
air the whole of the year. and the rain
is like an emolient bath. The hors-
es careen over the field which is
perennial in it's greenness, for unlike
almost any other place in California,
springs break from the upper slope
and spreading gently over the surface
flows the whole of the year, natural
irrigation giving life to the plants.
We are anxious to get a close look at
some of those we so highly admired
few days ago and we follow them to
the Eastern boundary of the field.
We had become accustomed to sur
prises but here was the most surpri5-
ing of any we had yet seen.
Beyond was another pasture field, n
large field of several hundred acres,
the one from which the weanlings
were driven up the day of onr visit.
From the elevation we could overlook
it, and the most famous of the wood
land pastures of Kentucky which we
ever saw does not equal it in beauty.
The thich growth of alfilerio, burr clo-
verand wild oats felt like thick sod
under the foot, q soft Garnet which
tskes away the jar of the gallop as the
colts rush past. Dotted over with
lrees, the symmetrical live oak, with
rounded top, in the foregrOund-back,
I tall sycamores and others of still high
er growth. Meadow larks were twit-
terng from the fence rails, robins,
black k-birds and the California mock
ing bird making melody from among
the green branches. Immediately
back from this field rises the slope
which extends to the base Of the
mountain, and thousands of feet still
higher are the Jagged peaks. Every
fissure, every rock, every gulch, is
brought out clear in the radiance of
the sunlight which now is only shin
ing about third of the way from the
summit, and we can see the shadows
moving up, up, and enveloping the
former bright projection with neu-
trail tint, purpllsh gray, something
like the early dawn of the morning.