[CHAUTAUQUA TO CALIFORNIA.]
By FRANCES E. WILLARD, President N. W. C. T. U.
I.
I.—SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA.
In one thing Chautauqua and California are alike—each is a climax, and both are “made up of every creature’s best.” My sufficient consolation for missing one of them this year is, that I saw the other. Let us speed onward, then, taking Chautauqua as our point of departure, in a Pickwickian sense only, unless for the further reason that it has the high prerogative of making all its happy denizens believe it to be the center of gravity (and good times) for one planet at least; the meridian from which all fortunate longitude is reckoned and all lucky time-pieces set. Our swift train, “outward bound,” races along through the old familiar East and the West no longer new.
“Through the kingdoms of corn,
Through the empires of grain,