Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-02-06
FROM THE BAY.
LANDSCAPE VIEWS = MINISTERS AND
SMALLPOX.
A Sample Love-Letter- Preparing to Fight
the Epidemic-A Woman's Affection
for Her Pastor.
San FRANc1sco, February A, 1880.

l write in the midst of weather-Ma,
weather, strawberry and japonica weathe
days that seem like kisses put on tn,
mouths of children. Everybody SEEM
abroad, too, taking in the sunshine, tn,
warm, soft Moons, the clear, unspotteC
skies. Yesterday, sweeping together ;
handful of children in the neighborhood
with them under one grasp and Hawthorn,
in the other, l set off for hill near us
shining green and bright in the strong vel
low light. The goats were there before
us, and that was all and as the little ones
shouted and took to their heels up the
hillside, l camped on a shawl and opened
my book at random, lighting on
the journal of Solitary Man." and 10
here found this sentence, my own thought
put into the prettiest words imaginable.
"There had not been a more delicious
afternoon than this in all the train of sum-
mer,
THE AIR BEING SUNNY PERFUME,
Made up of balm and warmth, and gentle
brightness" Does not that smack of all
the lovely days that ever were, of all their
sweet fragrance, of all the sunshine ever
shed through the sunny months. Closing
the book to get full Whit of the day, and
looking off and below, there lay the city at
my feet, upon its skirts the bay, and be-
yond, the hills in ring about it. Spires
shot upward here and there, and like hand
kerchiefs at signal, wreaths of smoke
Hill as in sacred hush of its own aris-
tocracy, and the lowlier sand dunes,
further back, cleaned yellowly in
the sun with soft, rich smooth
ness and an undulation and grace
far more beautiful. Such witching
tenderness the landscape had with the sun
upon it so. 1t was like pretty face all
merry dimples and glances from under eye.
lashes. l have seen so many
LOVE LETTERS
Floating round among newspapers, letters
accidentally discovered, and filled with the
gush of youth and extravagant, untrie1
affection. Everybody reads them and
laughs-probably we all knew these letters
by heart in our own foolish days. But
another love letter has fallen into nv
hands, from man to his wife of twenty
six years, with boy of his own old enough
to make sweetheart happy by post, and l
know the letters of youth can't more than
match it. 1t was written by business
man here, unexpectedly called over night
to Sacramento, and was sent to his wife to
apprise her of his enforced absence. Here
1t IS
dearest, Fondest l have time to send
a line and admonish you to take good care
of your precious self. The weather is very
cold and | fear frost tonight will you
be kind enough to see that the foraponda
is covered with newspapers, also the orange
trees? Again l admonish you to take good
care of yourself-put extra clothing on the
bed and tuck yourself up warm Like
bad penny, hope to return soon. With
true, fond and loving heart embrace you,
and bid you good-by until tomorrow,
when hope to fly back with wings of love.
"Yours, affectionately and lovingly,
FRANK"
If that woman ever got anything sweeter
than that when she was sparkeds it must
have been powerful sweet.
The other Sunday, in one of the Metho-
dist churches, before his sermon began,
the minister leaned over his pulpit and
with few we'll chosen words introduced
to view pair of
MINIATURE SADDLE-BAGs
Of the old-fashioned kind in use when
Methodist preachers rode upon the circuit.
One of these old preachers, living in San
Jose, who in his prime never knew what
an easy time was, will soon reach his
golden wedding No one ever heard of a
preacher rich in his old age. and this old
man is poor. So it is proposed among the
different Methodist churches to fill these
little saddle bags with gold and present all
to him on the appropriate day. This
seems like charity at home, does it not
and yet it is not charity exactly either,
but like browning mans career with ap-
Rev. Thomas Guard preached
two sermons ON the Sabbath a week ago,
to be his last in San Francisco
before his departure for Baltimore His
family have all finally given consent, and
they leave before many weeks, to the great
sorrow of many personal friends and of all
who have listened to DR.. Guards preaching
On the Sabbath of which | speak the
church was crowded, many turning away
unable to obtain entrance. In the evening
the sermon was one of exhortation, the
speaker desiring to urge the gospel on this
last occasion. In striving to depict the
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sin, the action of the pulpit rose to its
highest point. Scarce ever, without the
aid of pigments, in moment of time have
| seen face change so-the eyes distended,
the mouth trembling, the long hair tossing,
the brow beaded and glistening with per
spiration, in addition to which the hands
passed restlessly to and fro with fingers
falling apart, the knees sunk and the voice
fell to thrilling whisper as it repeated
and prolonged the word &c flesh .sh.sh /!
flesh.sh-sh." felt the blood tingle in my
fnger-ends and surge through my cheeks
as | listened and looked, and | feel as
though would willingly go to Baltimore
to hear another such sermon, | know how
people outside laugh at
A woMAN's AFFECTION FOR HER PASTOR,
Make jokes about it, and handy light
words among each other with reference to
it, but to me it seems sacred thing.
When l say, This is the man who by
right of his consecrated Office counseled me
when l was young, ushered me into the
happiness of my married life, christened
my children, buried my children, gave CON-
fort in my sorrow, whispered the way to
the friends taken from newly, / can
mean no other than my pastor-friend, and
can have no such reverent feeling toward
another friend. So you will see how lonely
many will be because the pastor goes
away, and how long it will be till another
can prove himself able to fill the place. l
want to talk about smallpox, because such
a little undercurrent of scare runs through
the city. The other day, drifting on the
bay, we saw two men carefully lifted from
the hulks into small-boat poised on its
oars just ready to receive them. They were
carefully blanketed, and resigned them
selves completely to the fate of being
lifted and lowered, and by the aid of
strong glasses we could see that one had a
large mustache. These two men were
from the City of Peking, in quarantine,
had just broken out with small pox,
and were being transported to the
Pest house. | have friend, who, during
the great prevalence of the dread disease
some years ago, was taken. to this hospital,
which seems set apart from all other hos
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