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and new capital, both mostly imported from the East. Broad avenues 

 one hundred feet wide, on either side, lined with trees of various 

 kinds, cultivated fields immediately beyond, which, with cottages, vil- 

 las and churches, all speak of a prosperous and intelligent population. 



Santa Ana has her share of these stately structures. The Brunswick 

 is as fine and substantial a building as any one could wish, lofty and 

 airy and of imposing architecture, large rooms and spacious halls. The 

 boom that has been so much misjudged has done much more than set- 

 tle up the country and bring capital. It has left behind substantial 

 improvements and a taste for architecture, the arts and sciences, which 

 can but be of permanent value to the country. It brought the country 

 at one bound from its former frontier life and characteristics to a high 

 degree of civilization and refinement. It brought capital, soil, climate 

 and energy together in a way that is hardly found anywhere else out 

 of our State. The boom is over, but the benefits of the boom are yet 

 here, and are permanent. 



Santa Ana, Orange and Tustin are like three precious stones in a 

 ring of verdure. Only a few miles apart, they are like the villas on the 

 outskirts of a central imaginary city, from which the wealthy and poor 

 likewise fled to a more retired country life, to enjoy both seclusion and 

 society, both the pleasures of country life and the advantages of an 

 active city, where every luxury and necessity can be found at the door 

 of every home. 



Santa Ana has a fine, large, central business street, with new and 

 costly brick blocks containing stores of every description. In this cli- 

 mate, however, we can see no necessity for ice, and the manufacturer 

 and mixer of cool drinks can but find his business unprofitable. Up 

 and down this street a line of cars runs all day long at fixed hours, 

 connecting with other lines in Tustin and Orange. A trip or two on 

 any of the lines is one of real pleasure. 



Tustin is only two or three miles away, nearer the hills. The car, 

 an open one with many seats, winds its way under shady lanes on 

 either side, bordered by large and graceful pepper trees covered with 

 spicy and fragrant blossoms. Here and there we see alongside the 

 pavement an enormous sycamore tree, a monument of olden days and 

 the native vegetation of the country. On both sides of the avenue are 

 sidewalks of cement, and they who prefer walking can do so for miles 

 under the shady trees without getting dusty or becoming heated by the 

 sun. These sidewalks are marvels of beauty and comfort. On one 

 side are old and graceful trees with drooping limbs, on the other are 

 well-kept cypress hedges trimmed square and even, or long natural 

 barriers of ever-blooming geraniums in numerous varieties, of every 

 favorite shade of color from crimson to palest pink. Over the hedges 

 we look into blue-grass lawns, green and well kept and exceed- 

 ingly attractive. Suddenly we are in the middle of Tustin City. A 

 beautiful, even magnificent bank building on one corner, a store on the 

 opposite, two or three smaller shops and the inevitable splendid and 

 elaborate hotel, and the town is fully described. Immediately adjoin- 

 ing are the beautiful and evergreen lawns and trees, the city an4 

 country actually combined. 



