Daily Los Angeles herald., 1878-10-15

| ABOUT nalI past seven yesterday
evening carriages began to roll up
Temple street to the ample stair
ways leading to the Pavilion, dis.
charging q multitude of the elite
of our thriving burg. Many who
preferred stroll reached the
scene by the aid OF shanks's mare.
On entering the Pavilion the
scene was fairly dazzling. Myriads
OF gas jets played around the gall
lery and in the center of the hall.
The cooling splash OF the central
fountain was grateful in this warm,
Indian Summer weather. The
stage at the bottom of the hal! was
6raped in the American flag, with
the colors of Mexico and France
supporting it. A magnificent flag
of Ireland, with the glorious old
harp on background OF green, de-
pended from the gallery near the
door.
When We entered we found q
gooily crowd, the band of the
| Wangemaa Brothers before the
platform and u wilderness of semi.
tropical vegetation on every hand.
By the way, while speaking Of
displays, we should remark that
very many of the floral, vegetable
and fruit contributions have not
yet been unpacked, but will be by
IL o'clock to-day.
THE GRAFTON.
After music by the band, Mr.. J.
de Barth Shorb, the President Of
the horticultural Society. made a
very neat little speech, in very
modest vein, introducing his
brother, DR.. J. Cam pbell Shorb,
the orator of the evening.
DR.. ShOrb was arrayed in fault
less evening costume, and was the
beau ideal of u preux chevalier.
He acknowledged, with much feel
ing, the compliment whi n had
been paid him in making him the
orator of the evening when there
Was so much local talent here. Cat
this allusiOn to them three incip.
lent orators blushed up to the roots
Of their hair
Having dismissed this aspect of
the question, DR.. Shorb, with a
witty allusion to Henry Ward
Beecher, which drew down the
house, passed to the cosmogony of
Moses. This gave him AL opportu-
nifty to pay graceful compliment
to the ladies, of which he awaited
himself very fully. BY an easy
graduation, and u justifiable varia-
tion of the Mosaic c0smogony, DR..
agriculture. He ascrlbed the ori-
gin of these interesting and prime
val arts to the extrusion of our first
parents from Paradise, when the
principle of "root hog or rdienprom.
inently developed itself in the hu-
man race.
The Doctors discourse was list
ened to With absorbing attention
throughout and extorted tumultt,-
Gus applause at its conclusion. 1t
was conceded TO have been mas
ter'y effort.
THE POEM.
At the conclusion of DR.. Shorb's
address, the poem OF our fellow
citizen Mr.. Ksrchevai was finely
read by Mr.. Butterfieli. We here
give it in full;
POEM,
WRITTEN FOR THE SOUTHERN CALlpoRNIA
HoRTICULTURAL soCIETY's FIRST AN
NUAL EXPOSITION, AT LOS ANGELES,
OCT. IA, 1873:
Once more, with peace and plenty
crowned,
We gather from afar and near.
LoI Labor. girt with lriumphs round;
Lo! Art, with tom pies laurel-bound:
Lo! Science, with her gifts profound.
In marshaled, proud array are here.
Soft xephyrs. like 4Eolian lutes;
Sweet strains OF music In the air;
Pomona. with her golden fruits;
| Fair Ceres, with her tasseled shoots,
Aad Joy aat beauty everywhere.
By blissful mount and slumb'ring sea,
Repose in peace the healthful days;
The stalwart patriarch smiles to see
His grandchild on his joyous knee,
And dreams OF happy days TO be
Ere yet shall fade life's shlmm sring
blaze.
Through all our breadth, through all our
coasts,
No feverstricken, fainting lands,
No helpless, pale. despairin. hosts,
Like hopeless, grSvsless. shuddering
ghosts,
Stretch forth their mute, implori ng
hands.
No mocklng demon stands to taant,
No famine-wasted multitudes;
No frenzisd wall OF wos and want,
Rings in our ears, to awe and daunt;
] Nor wild-eyed, shriveled s1ectres haunt
Our busy ways or solitudes.
Whsre, through the ages past and gone,
Frowned down the mountains. stern
and gray,
Der plains and valleys clothed in tlwn ,
Atcrlmsoh eve ana dewy dawn,
Lo! waving trees and grassy lawn,
And boundless life and hope to-day.
Where, by the whlsp erlng stream S,
The rapt old Padres pondered deep
And deeamed their sweet, Area 1ian
dreams
Beneath tho moons soft. mellow beams
The train goes by with thunderin Z
sweep.
Throughyacant spaces. waiting long.
The huh OF busy labor thrills;
The pulses OF a mighty throng,
With emptre-sweep, throb FREQ and
stiong;
Lo! wales re.scho song to song,
' And temp OH thousand hills.
Not as the temples reared OF old,