Los Angeles daily herald., 1888-10-21

tween the hills and sloping to the shore,
is the picturesque town of Elsinore, with
| its eighty hot and cold mineral springs
and sanitarium, its delightful flower gar
dens, orange groves and shade trees; its
cozy cottages, elegant villas and pretty
churches; its fine hotels, pottery and tile
works, and busy little shops and stores
its bright, happy children ond cheerful,
contented looking men and women.
Elsinore "What's in a name ?''
Often nothing; but in this much that is
beautiful and singularly appropriate. All
that its sweet, musical name suggests is
fully realized in a visit to its enchanting
scenes, so happily portrayed in the
lines of Chas. A. Gardiner:
"when the mountain shade recedeth,
And its mirrored image sleepeth
In the peaceful lake that creepeth
To its feet
Where the carly oleander,
And the fragrant buckwheat mama,
Spread DER all the broad savanna
Incense sweet.
Where the summer breezes linger
In the bosom of December.
And the winter cometh never,
Nevermore.
There thy peaceful dwellings cluster.
BY the mountains anu the water,
By the soothing. healing water,
Elsinore.
Elsinore! Thy pictnre fingers
With the scenes that fairy fingers
From obliviOns waters bring us
To the Shore
"And the ripping, laughing waters,
Meath the shallOp's Prov that brought us,
Beat against the walls Of mem'ry
On the south, on the high mesa, which
slopes to the lake, and from which is
presented view unequaled in Southern
California, is Lakeland, the new town OF
Lake Elsinore. Behind it rise lofty
mountains, which give it grand and
glorious background. Its broad avenues
and large villa lots give it an air of COM
fort and ease which are especially tempt
ing to the retired merchant and the over
worked physician, lawyer, clerk or ar
tisan in search of rest Here he may
rest from his labors and inhale new life,
free as the birds of the air.
On the east lies Wildomar, the rail
road town of the Lake Colony. 1t lies
midway between Los Angeles and San
Diego, in the Temecula Valley. The
valley lies along the California Southern
Railroad, and between the santa Rosa
mountains and parallel range of hills.
1t was founded about two years ago by
Messrs Graham and Collier, the found
ers of Elsinore and Lakeland. These
gentlemen are we'll known to California
tourists, as they take pleasure in intro
ducing visitors to their lovely "cities of
the lake." and happy is the man who
secures seat in their ever ready
barouche for an eighteen mile drive
around the lake. True, the pretty little
steam yacht will land you at any point
you NAV wish; but let us drive.
AS we roll smoothly along the lake
shore road, past banks OF moss, beds of
bright poppies, green fields Of barley and
groves of young oranges and
lemons, orchards of white, blossoming
apricots, fourishing vineyards and vast
fields of brilliant wild flowers; enjoying
with eye, ear and nostril the sights,
sounds and perfumes, we ask ourselves,
is this fairyland, or are we dreaming?
Why go to Italy or the south OF France,
when there is this in America?
Birds of song and plumage, quails
which conjure up visions of toast, ETC.,
mild-eyed rabbits, hares which test the
speed and wind OF the fleet greyhounds
gay, frolicsome squirrels and kindred
animals animate the the scenes by which
we pass, and call for speech which silent
nature seems to seal when she presents
her most grand and beautiful features.
Night has cast her sable mantle DER
lake and mountain. All nature is hushed
in solemn silence. You can stand upon
the shore and listen to a thousand voices
in the waves, stirring up ten thousand
memories both glad and sad. You drink
in the soft music, which in it's pleadings
is like the low voices of departed friends,
whispering words OF comfort and Of hope
and in that silent communion with past
and present the nobler points of your
character tower high above the weaker,
and 80 became fixed.
American tourist, how say you?
EVERETT Won CULLIN,
In Boston Journal of Commerce.