AND PACIFIC

Cruz, 76; Monterey, 100; Stockton, 110;

| Sacramento, 125; San Luis Obispo, 209;

 

Eureka, 233; Crescent City, 280; Santa
Barbary, 280; San Pedro, 364; San Diego,
456; Portland, 642; Victoria, VY. I., 753;
Mazatlan, 1,480; Guaymas, 1,710; La Paz,
1,802, Acapulco, 1,808: Sitka, 1,951; Hono-
lulu, 2,090; Panama, 3,230; Yokohama,
4,764; Hiogo, 5,104; Auckland, 5,907;
Shanghae, 5,964; Hong Kong, 6,384; Sid-
ney, Australia, 7,183; Melbourne, 7,700
miles.

The Piaza, WAsHINGTON, Unton, Co-
LuMBIA, Losos, Hamrtron, and ALAMO
Squares, and YERBa Burns, Beuna Vista,
and GOLDEN GATE Pargs, are all small, ex-
cept the last, which contains 1,100 acres,
but very little improved. The Oakland
and Alameda parks are largely patronized

| by San Franciscans, who reach them by

ferry-boat. But what the city is deficient
in parks, is made up by the Woodward
Gardens, for an account of which see
ANNEX No. 44.

OcEAN STEAMSHIPS—for sailing days and
other particulars, see ANNEX No. 27.
— general items of interest, see ANNEX

0. 28.

 

Here we are, on the golden shores of
California. We have come with the
traveler from the far East to the far West;

, from the Atlantic to the Pacific—from

where the sun réses out of the waters to
where it sets in the waters, covering an ex-
tent of country hundreds of miles in width,
and recording a telegram of the most im-
portant places and objects of interest—
brief, necessarily, but to the potnt—and we
feel certain that a pardon would be granted
by the reader, if we now bade this country
farewell, and started on our return trip.
But, howcanwe? Itisa glorious country,
so let us make a fow

Excursions,

say five, and then we will start on our trip
towards SuNRISE, via the Southern Route.

toute 1--To THE SEAL Rocxs,six miles
west; procure a carriage. Early in the
morning is the best time to start, as the

- coast breeze commences about eleven

o’clock, after which it will not be so
pleasant. We will be fashionable—get up
early—and drive out to the “ Cliff House”
for breakfast.

Within the first two miles and a half, we
pass a number of cemeteries; some of them

_ contain beautiful monuments and are very

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tastefully ornamented. The principal ones
are the Lone Mountain, Laurel Hill and
Odd Fellows. In the Lone Mountain
cemetery, on our right, under that tall and
most conspicuous monument, which can
be seen for many miles away, rests the re-
mains of the lamented Senator Broderick,
who fell a victim of the “Code Duello,”
through jealousy and political strife. Near
by are the monuments of Starr King,
Baker, and many others, whose lives and
services have done honor to the State. On
the summit of Lone Mountain, to the left,
stands a large cross, which is a noted land-
mark, and can be seen from far out to sea.

In alittle valley, close to the road, we
pass, on the right, surrounded by a high
fence, one of the most noted Rack CoursEs
in the State.

From the city the road leads over a suc-
cession of sand-hills; from the summit of
some of these we catch an occasional
glimpse of the “Bzg Drink” inthe distance,
the view seeming to ¢mprove as we gain
the summit of each, until the last one is
reached, when there, almost at our feet,
stretching away farther than the eye can
penetrate, lies the great Pacific Ocean, in
all its mysterious majesty. We will be
sure to see numerous ships, small craft
and steamers, the latter marked by a long
black trail of smoke. They are a portion
of the world’s great merchant marine,
which navigate these mighty waters, going
and coming, night and day, laden with the
treasure, and the productions and repre-
sentatives of every nation, land and clime.

Close on our right is the Golden Gate,
with the bold dark bluffs of the northern
peninsula beyond. The “Gate” is open,
an invitation to all nations to enter—but
beside them are the “ Boys in Blue,” with
ample fortifications, surmounted by the
“Bull Dogs” of “Uncle Sam,” standing
ready to close them at the first signal of
danger.

Our descent from the summit of the last
hill seems rapid, as we are almost lost in
admiration of the magnificence spread out
before us, until we arrive at the

Currr Housse—The stranger on the road,
and at the Cliff House, would think it a
gala day—something unusual, such grand
“turn-outs,’ and so many. The fact is,
this “Drive” is to the San Franciscan

| what the “Central Park” is to the New

Yorker—the “style” of the former is not
to be outdone by the latter. The drive out
is always a cool one, and the first thing