UP THE SACEAMENTO. 



Baeon Somebody, whose-'s trip round the world was 

 reviewed in the last Quarterly, says — " We were whisked 

 across to San Francisco at the rate of fifty or sixty miles 



an hour Frisco, a city without morals, without 



religion, almost without law." Dear old Frisco ! how 

 she does catch it for her youthful sins. It is certainly 

 the most orderly and most enjoyable city I know ; and 

 I lived three years there. As it takes seven days, 

 under favourable conditions, to go from New York to 

 California, a distance of 8300 miles, the trains conse- 

 quently run at twenty miles an hour, or even less. An 

 exaggerated idea prevails of the speed of Yankee trains. 

 A short time ago I travelled from St. John^s to New York 

 by the " Great American Lightning Express," which took 

 me exactly twenty-five miles an hour. However, as 

 the bold Baron seems to have gone round the world 

 in sixty-two days, and written two thick volumes into 

 the bargain, he may have made a few trifling errors. 



Now, tremble not, kind reader, Tm not going to 

 inflict an account of Frisco on you ; it's been written to 

 pieces. So, Til simply say that, a few days after my 

 landing there in 186 — , I saw an advertisement that the 

 ^' Lightning Express Coach " would leave some place up 

 the Sacramento River for some Springs. I really forget 

 what the Springs were — sulphur, soda, mineral, cold, 

 hot, mud, or sand, for there are all kinds of springs in 

 the land, warranted to cure any disease from toothache 



