which awaits them within the Golden Gate of the City on the banks of the Crystal River.  San Francisco has her noted streets, just as the City of Mexico has her San Francisco promenade, leading from the Alameda to the Plaza de Zocalo; or Rome her famous Corso, the old Via Flaminia, with its shops and its teeming life; or Athens her Hodos Hermou, with its old Byzantine church of Kapnikaraea; or Constantinople her Grande Rue de Pera, with its hotels and theatres and bazaars; or old Damascus, her “street that is called straight,” Suk et-Tawileh, the street of the Long Bazaar, with its Oriental life and colouring; or Cairo her picturesque Muski, where you may find illustrations of scenes in the Arabian Nights, and gratify your senses with

  “Sabean odours from the spicy shore
  Of Araby the Blest.”

The streets of the city by the Golden Gate have an interesting nomenclature, which well deserves one’s study for what it teaches.  Some streets in the triangular section of San Francisco, already spoken of, are numbered.  These begin west of Fremont street and run up to Thirteenth, being bounded by Market street.  Then the numbered streets take a turn to the left hand and go from Fourteenth to Twenty-Sixth, in the southwestern section of the city, and run due west.  Numbers on the streets of any city are of course a convenience, but such a nomenclature has nothing else to commend it, and lacks imagination and sacrifices bits of history which may be interwoven with municipal life and show progress from small beginnings and perpetuate pioneers’ names and benefactors’ memories.  Modern Athens in naming her streets has very wisely called them after some of the demigods, heroes, generals, statesmen, and poets of Greece; and grateful too for the work of Lord Byron in behalf of her independence, she has honoured him who in immortal song spurred on her sons to arise and cast off the Turkish yoke, with a name on one of her thorough-fares—­Hodos Tou Buronos—­which the traveller reads with emotion, even as he gazes also with admiration on the beautiful Pentelic monument reared to the memory of her benefactor, near the Arch of Hadrian, while Athenae is represented as crowning him with the victorious olive.  With feelings and sentiments akin to this the sons of the Golden West have associated forever with the streets of their great city the names of men who either benefited California or take high rank in national life or are otherwise worthy of perpetual commemoration.  Hence we have a Berkeley street, a Buchanan, a Castro, a Fillmore, a Franklin, a Fremont, a Grant, a Hancock, a Harrison, a Hawthorne, and a Humboldt street.  Juniper street is a memorial of Father Junipero Serra, founder of Franciscan Missions.  Kepler takes us up to the stars, which shine beautifully over the lofty Sierras, California’s eternal rampart; while Lafayette speaks to us of friendship and chivalry, still alive in these matter of fact days.  As you walk through the streets you see also the name