When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate

The first thing to be done by a biographer in estimating character is to examine the stubs of his victim's cheque-books.

Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.

I must have told my story ill if to every physician who hears me its illustrations have not the invigorating force of moral tonics.

Death’s but one more to-morrow.

I look'd far back into the past, and lo! in bright array, I saw, as in a dream, the forms of ages pass'd away. It was a stately convent, with its old and lofty walls, And gardens with their broad green walks, where soft the footstep falls.

On the morning of January 11th, 1860, I passed, for the eighth time, through the Golden Gate... As the shores of California faded in the distance, and the summits of the Coast Range sank under the blue horizon, I bade farewell — yes, I do …