Wafting sweet odor, faint and exquisite.

O dainty nursling of the field and sky.

What fairer thing looks up to heaven's blue

And drinks the noontide sun, the dawning's dew?

Thou winged bloom! thou blossom-butterfly!

INA D. COOLBRITH,
in Songs from the Golden Gate.

AUGUST 31.

CALIFORNIA PHILOSOPHY.

You kin talk about yer eastern states, their stiddy growth 'nd size,