EDMUND MITCHELL,
in Only a Nigger.

JANUARY 19.

CALIFORNIA SONG.

DEDICATED TO GEORGE WHARTON JAMES.

  Proud are we to own us thine,
  Land of Song and Land of Story,
    All thy glory
  Round our heart-hopes we entwine,
  In our souls thy fame enshrine,
    California!

  Dear to us thy mystic name,
  Leal-land; Love-land; Land of Might,
    We would write
  On the walls of Years thy fame,
  With thy love a world inflame,
    California!

  Dear to us thy maiden grace,
  Dear thy queenly Motherhood,
    Fain we would
  Keep the sun-smiles on thy face,
  Worthy live of thy strong Race,
    California!

  Land of Beauty!  Blossom-land! 
  Land of Heroes, Saints and Sages,
    Let the Ages
  Witness all thou canst command
  From each loyal heart and hand,
    California!

S.A.S.H.

JANUARY 20.

I always appreciate things as I go along, for no knowing whether you’ll ever go the same way twice in this world.

ALBERTA LAWRENCE,
in The Travels of Phoebe Ann.

JANUARY 21.

MOUNT TAMALPAIS.

  Home of the elements—­where battling bands
    Of clouds and winds the rocks defy—­
  Mute yet great, old Tamalpais stands
    Outlined against the rosy sky. 
  His darkened form uprising there commands
    The country round, and every eye
  From lesser hills he strangely seems to draw
  With lifted glance that speaks of wonder and of awe. 
  It is the awe that makes us reverence show
    To men of might who proudly tower
  Above their fellow-men; the glance that we bestow
    On one whose native force and power
  Have lifted him above the race below—­
    The pigmy mortals of an hour—­
  We almost bend the knee and bow the head
  To the mighty force that marks his kingly tread.

MRS. PHILIP VERRILL MICHELS,
in Readings from the California Poets.

JANUARY 22.

Broadly speaking, California is the only elective State.  Its people are not here because their mothers happened to be here at the time; not as refugees; not as ne’er-do-wells, drifting to do no better; not even, in bulk, as joining the scrimmage for more money.  They have come by deliberate choice, and a larger proportion of them, and more single-heartedly, for home’s sake than in any other as large migration on record.

CHARLES F. LUMMIS, in The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, August, 1902.

JANUARY 23.