How the people sang " Te Deum.'' 



When they heard who'd come to see 'em! 



How everybody there and then 



Felt in their hearts a glad Amen, 



While e'en Joe Bowers from the grave 



Eose up and gave his hand a wave. 



And told the story o'er in fall, 



About the Calaveras skull; 



And China John, in soles of wood. 



Was heard to mutter, "belly good." 



A welcome to the genial face, 



The generous heart, the friendly hand, 



From me and mine tb thee and thine 



A welcome to the land. 



A welcome to the sunset land, 



From all its sons and all its daughters; 



A welcome to its vine-clad hills, 



Its fertile vales and healing waters; 



A welcome from its mountain peaks, 



A greeting from its wondi'oiis valleys; 



A welcome to its mighty groves 



And all their shaded alleys. 



The golden gate of friendship swings wide open when you come, 



And says to yoii, and Madam, too, — "Now make yourselves at home." 



R. E. C. S. 



San Fbancisco, September, 1872. 



