The morning call., 1893-04-16

paper article. so I have added second.
giving pen sketches of a few more local
celebrities of San Francisco In the sixties.
One Of the gay old boys" that made.up
the contingent nightly thronging tine parlOrs
OF the Ivy Green was George Lumley, "a
fine old English gentleman, one of the Olden
Tine &c loved good liquor and his ap-
pearance showed he did. Glancmg at his
good-humoredf face. lit I'D. ii must be con-
fesssd, with false fires, one could not help
recalling the chaffings Sir John Falstaff
used to indulge in with his retainer, Bar
dolph Lumley kept sort Of ship captains
exchange down North Beach way, but he
was always welcome at the Ivy Green. In
fact he was there as often as he was at his
own place
One day, unluckily for himself-for he
was past the middle age, and with Bar-
dulphlan face-Lumiey fell in love. The
object OF il was pretty young girl, whose
father WAS not averse to the match, for
George Lumley was considered good catch
In a financial point of view. Things were
going OH smoothly till one fine morning the
girl skipped with gay young clerk OF the
house of Flint, Peabody d Co.. and they
were married. Then things went all awry.
Poor old Lumiey, In his grief, abandoned
himself to the wine cup. and in company
with the man who was to have been his
father-ln-law sought consolation at the Ivy
Green.
Mistress Ellen Moon gave them all the
consolation she could, but II came in the
brandy as an alternate. The consequence
was that the disappointed fatheF-in-law and
the rejected lover remained on the premises
for nearly a whole week, but neither In
ClicQuot nor in brandy did they find relief
from their SORROW. They found the JIM
Jams, though, and when George Lumley
pulled through them he gave Characters
tic snort and exclaimed, Twas but
dream .'-and spent the remainder OF his
brief life railing at the peTfdy of women.
DR.. Stephen r. Harris, elected Mayor OF
San Francisco in 1851, was frequent Wis
itOr to this inn, and with DIR. Colt, Judge
DwineNe, Judge Tingley and Judge Ben
nett formed a sort Of cabinet council for
they ruled the roost and had things pretty
much their own way at the old frank"
Harris was an agreeable old gentleman, not
inclined 10 be reminiscent under any cir
cumstances. Even when the wine was in
the wit was not ont with the doctor. Be-
sides filing the office of Mayor he was, at
the election in September, 1853. chosen for
the responsible office Of City Comptroller.
The reason for his Teticence was easily ap
parent, for during his iBeumbeDcy Of the
mayoralty and comptrolershlp the mu-
niciDal government Lad some very ticklish
passages in its history. The Henry Meggs
episode, it will be remembered. was fea-
ture about the time the doctor was Comp
tTOller.
Old Dr. Ever, as he was familiarly called,
may be termed one OF the Ivy Green's
laTes. he was an infTm old man, English
by birth, and had served IN the British
army as medical officer Although ema-
ciated in body and shabbily dressed, he was
rich-a miserly rich man. Diamonds and
precious stones of all kinds were his fad.
He had jewels set by the incest art Of the
jeWeler-riyieres Of diamonds, carcanets,
clusters, aggrappes, soiItaires, pendants,
and many stones unset, hidden away where
only his own eyes could view them. One
very beautiful piece OF work, and very
T,,F Ill Ts-r. af cf darI
enamel. on which nestled diamond of the
purest ater, be was very fond Of showing
10 those in whom he had confidence. II was
called ''the dewdrOp on the leaf. Captain
Nolan of the British Foot Guards had pre-
sented this gem to the famous dancer. Lola
MopteZ- On the reverse it bore the inScrip-
tion. ITO the Only Fair"
The doctor came in possession Of this
beautiful trinket at an auction sale of Lola's
iewery, held in the latter part OF 1856 at q
salesrOom- run by W Cornell Jewett and
Major Wheelock, in the premises now 0ccu-
pied by the Evening Bulletin as publica-
tlOn Office. Ever was an educated man who
had fallen out with the world, and was
Diogenes in the bitterness Of his cynicism.
Being an expert in precious stones he de-
O. lighted to eXlOrt haphaZard opinions from
would-be lapidaries. and then he put them
70 an open shame by his superior knowledge.
lie died from neglect and in squalor, did
this miserly old man, and the apartment
where his body was found would have dis
graced Tom-all-Alone's barrack As for his
gem treasures they never came to lighr.
Some say thieves broke in and stole them
before the breath was ont Of the old mans
body. Perhaps the Public Administrators
OF that time might have told an Interesting
story had he been disposed 10 speak.
My zen touches a celebrity who fitted
through the city life of the sixties. and who
reported daily at Mistress Ellen Moons
inn-I refer 10 Lieutenant Felix O'Byrne,
quartermaster, journalist, man-abont-town.
chevalier d'indusirie (ADgliee, Jeremy
Diddler and deadbeat on all points.
O'Byrne was Dublin IrishmaD. married,
SIS he claimed. TO the daughter OF dean"
who exercised ecclesiastical functions In
that ancient capital. When be first dawned
on the San Francisco public he had beaten
bis way from Victoria, Il. G.. on coasting
vessel, ihe captain Of which he compelled,
by his supreme cheek. TO put on board extra
sores for the use Of himself and vile. All
demands were to be paid on arrival 10 San
francisco, where the misguided captain was
given 10 understand everything was at his
command-that. for himself, OByrne, it was