THE SAN GABRIEL VALLEY 



restrial heaven, resolved to rest. They build, 

 and plant, and settle, and so come under nat 

 ural influences. When a man plants a tree he 

 plants himself. Every root is an anchor, over 

 which he rests with grateful interest, and be 

 comes sufficiently calm to feel the joy of living. 

 He necessarily makes the acquaintance of the 

 sun and the sky. Favorite trees fill his mind, 

 and, while tending them like children, and 

 accepting the benefits they bring, he becomes 

 himself a benefactor. He sees down through 

 the brown common ground teeming with col 

 ored fruits, as if it were transparent, and learns 

 to bring them to the surface. What he wills 

 he can raise by true enchantment. With slips 

 and rootlets, his magic wands, they appear at 

 his bidding. These, and the seeds he plants, 

 are his prayers, and, by them brought into 

 right relations with God, he works grander 

 miracles every day than ever were written. 



The Pasadena Colony, located on the south 

 west corner of the well-known San Pasqual 

 Rancho, is scarce three years old, but it is 

 growing rapidly, like a pet tree, and already 

 forms one of the best contributions to culture 

 yet accomplished in the county. It now num 

 bers about sixty families, mostly drawn from 

 the better class of vagabond pioneers, who, 

 during their rolling-stone days have managed 



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