The San Francisco call., 1898-01-30

cau do a thing like this, the capacity If the aurora borealiS, a more station ary affair, can hardly be calculated. The gold must slide adown its perpen- dicular sides in vast quantity. The aurora however, presumably springs from the northern sea- and has been doing it for quite a while. The logical conclusion is that the water there abouts must be sea of gold. This is what the gentlemen should try to hnd I would not advise them to monkey with a mere river.
 The Clark creatures who have come to light at St. Helena intellectually and morally seem to be of the lowest type. I can see neither profit nor de- light in exploiting their foulness. An analysis of herself by herself does not appeal to me as a high order of enter prise. But there is one characteristic of the man and woman which is worth taking up, because there have been or late so many instances similar. l re- fer to the maudlin professions of re- ligion, the disgusting familiarity with which they assume to be on friendly terms with Christ, to be saved"
  been "saved'' from, so as to be able to take steps to avoid being likewise snatched from the burning. There IS a grave mistake made by good but en- thusiastic people when they visit such degenerates and treat them as among the redeemed. Think of calling upon George Clark, fresh from the murder of his brother. reeking of a deeper guilt, fn 1p F; .o1o ing his hands, kneeling and making avowal of his innocence. These dis gusting episodes do more to harm the cause of religion and check a natural respect for evangelistic zeal than can be overcome by the thunder of the drums and the shouts of halleluiah.
 
 In writing of the death of scholar an intelligent correspondent called him a professor of Bells Letters This is beyond comment. I can only record here the desire that the spirit of the scholar, breaking loose from it's present environment, shall come and roost evermore on the foot of the cor respondents bed, making such life as shall remain to the sinner one long troubled dream.
 Last week I found it necessary to write paragraph concerning the fa- cility with which Arthur McEwen for gets such friends as may no longer be of use to him, and cited a few illus trations. The paragraph gave him full credit for ability, and have seen no occasion for modifying it in the least. McEwen's letter this week bears out my estimate. The latest friend whom he has deserted is Judge Mcguire in extolment of whose vir- tues he has expended much ink. It is true that while here McEwen wrote something in disparagement of the Judge, but he wrote at the same time much more forcefully in his praise. The encomium was supposed to be heartfelt, and the contrary to be in response to the opportunity to make space rates, an anomalous course which McEwen Is ever ready to defend. Yet in the present instance he is less at fault than would appear He did nothing more than briefly insult his old friend, by insinuation more than by actual word. The graver fault was that of the paper which published the letter. This paper is under the disad- vantage of being misconducted editor tally by a brainless bIackguard, and naturally there is little to be expected of it. The letter was so set forth in large type as to create false impress sion relative to it's character. It really contained much of interest, and the Mcguire reference was only an item. I would be glad to see McEwen suc- ceed in the East and do not question I IL I,1 cannot expect to retain any reputation for sincerity if he continues to make his hero of one hour the villain of the next
 THE CELLO.