Year: 1870

DEAR JoURNAL.-If were OF poetical term,
should certainly commence this letter with a
sonnet to that unfurling theme-the weather.
While our good friends at home are shiverine
under load of great coats with the tips of their
blue noses just sticking out of a labyrinth OF
scarfs and mufflers we walk around careless and
restless and find it tolerably warm working at
that, But poetry is not respectable as Mr..
Tony Weller used to say in the 'Pickwick
Papers which have just been reading again
for the fifth time, SO | shall not attempt it. In
fact, have not tried poetry since my last season
at the head of navigation" and don't know
when shall again. Then, one winter night,
when we had been "waitng for water about
three months the sound of the rain pa:tering on
the roof inspired me somewhat in this wise
There is music in the wild wind
When signing through the leaves;
There is music in the rain drops
| When dripping from the caves.
There is music in all nature
What e'er il chance to be-


But the music of the rainfall


Has the sweetest sound for mo-
To the heart of every MINER
The welcome rain and
Oh drat the thing now Pm afraid


III have to let it go.


You will observe there is a sudden change of
subject in the last stanza. Sadly do record it,
but inspiration failed me and | "balked" at
I" snow" ! could get no further and went TO
bed. Found the stuff had been singing to had
leaked in and filed my bed, and there is nothing
which will check inspiration quicker than an
application of cold water to the dorsal.
finished up the way you and hereby tender
the g. ''pome to my whlom friend "Jacinto "
to work up in some of his" hydraulic poetry"
Now, talking of the fine weather, everybody
knows that its fine well as do, but I've got
to commence this letter somehow, and it may as
well be that way as any other. It's not much
of a knack to write letter when there is plenty
o: subjects at hand but when there is nothing to
write about, that's where the trick is. Ours is
IA quiet community and has but few items. The
last storm started all the miners at work most
of whom had been ready for the rains for some
time. All the claims which worked last
year, with, believe, two exceptions are running
again this winter, while some claims
being opened. Hydraulic power is the great
agent of mining aud the way the way the boys
sock on the "pressure is a caution to canvas.
II you happen to come to Douglas this winter
don't say " How dye do" to any one, but sub
stitute 81 How much pressure have you got "
instead. None of the claims have less than one
hundred feet while that of Gnrley & Co., in





that of Tourat Murphy, on Fillibuster fiat,
reaches up to one hundred and ninety feet.
shall take trip down and scrutinize that hy
draulic when it gets fairly at work.


The dongs of that precious body now convened
at Sacramento, afford quite topic of conversa-
ion at present. If you will recoect the Demo-
cratic platform last year was particularly severe
upon the appointment of negroes to office, while
many white people are suffering for the
common necessaries of life" see the Legs.a-
ture has taken the cause of those hungry mortals
in hand, and no Democrat who write enough
to aspire to a cerkshp need suffer while it lasts.
Let me suggest, however, to this party of '' re-
trenchment and reform, " that it might be better
to provide for the sufferers by means of an APP
preparation, then he would not have the prece-
deaf of creating a few score of useles Offices to
reward political whippers in for coming Legisla-
lures to follow. The "regenerated " have got
plenty of rope, and are hanging themselves about
as fast rs they can Bully for them.


ToWn is dnii. ~ Keno " came to see as once
and left in disgust, and the boys have pretty
mach quit sitting il up on two small pair.


IMPREsoR.