Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-12-15

financially, than which no society could
ask more. Mrs. r. n. Van Brunt gave a
song recital, at Dashaway Hall, on Mon
day evening, with one of the prettiest pro.
grammes that anybody has presented for a
long time. Sullivan's, Schumsnn's, Rubin.
stems, Beethoven's and Grieg's songs are
certainly the best there are. Miss Belle
Welton, who assisted Mrs. Van Brunt,
though not so well. known as that lady,
made most favorable impression. On
Saturday took ride on the much-talked.
about
PARK AND OCEAN RAILROAD.
There was half an hour to spare when we
reached the entrance of the Park by the
Market-street car, so we had look at the
new conservatory which replaces the burnt
one. 1t is finished, all the signs of car
penter work are effaced, and the tropical
plants, somewhat shorn of their stately
proportions, are all set out under the
loftier dome. They are thriving, however,
though the tangled mystery of their full
growth is wanting. The banana had
thrown up a new, paddle.shsped leaf,
through which the sun shone, making it
like a sheet of green chalcedony. When
it was time to take the Park and Ocean
steam cars, the arrangements proved to be
a good deal like those of the elevated rail-
way in New York city. At the head of a
short flight of wide stairs tickets are
bought at pigeon-hole and then dropped
in an open glass box, whence an operator
with a crank pumps them down into a
black walnut case attachment, an act
which punches them as they go. This
ticket-receiver stands at the entrance of
LARGE, PLEASANT STATION,
Into which one proceeds and waits for the
train. The side doors slide, the people
rush and find themselves on board large
excursion cars, carried forward by gen.
uine locomotive between sand hills already
a quarter reclaimed by thickly planted
bents and little evergreens that look more
like the tops of full grown trees submerged
in sand-drifts, than like what they really
are. At last the surf comes in sight, and
hearing too, with its roar like that of
lions hurt TO death" A little longer run
and we are at the base of the steep ascent
that leads to the Cliff House, while all
around carpenters are putting up booths
and counters for Sundays trade in fruit
and lager. The truly wise make a short
cut down to the long sweep of beach. The
breakers were very fine on Saturday. They
rolled in against the wind, which blew
back thin veil OF spray from their orests,
making them look like the "monstrous
heads" of Henry Tvs monologue on
sleep. The trains only ran once an hour
on Saturday. They were to run every
fifteen minutes on Sunday, and probably
every half hour during the week, when
everything is in working order
NOTES BY THE WAY.
A picture in one of the Market-street
shops attracts good deal of attention.
copy by Phillips of Ruben's Descent
from the Cross" The livid figure of the
Christ, the blood stains upon it, and its
stiff, dead, awful open mouth are realistic
ally horrible. The price set upon the
painting is $500.
The last Cricket Club meeting was at
Mrs. Nicholas Kittles house, the
bright particular star being Miss Bessie
Kittle, the daughter of the house,
whose Pennington finish on California
beginning makes as charming result as
the New York structure on Boston
tonds," was said to achieve by Robert
Grant in his Confessions of Frivolous
Girl"
Poor General Pope has not been able to
leave his bed since he arrived in the city,
which same city is, in its Democratic affilia-
tions, wild with excitement over the com.
ing of Hancock tonight.
PHILIP SHIRLEY.