California Sketches, Second Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about California Sketches, Second Series.

California Sketches, Second Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about California Sketches, Second Series.

It was not the first time that royalty had shown itself not above the little weaknesses of human nature.  On being told that her apparel was indeed magnificent, she was much pleased, and drew herself up proudly, and was a picture of ecstatic vanity.  Are the real queens as happy?  When they lay aside their royal robes for their grave clothes, will not the pageantry which was the glory of their lives seem as vain as that of this tinseled queen of the mad-house?  Where is happiness, after all?  Is it in the circumstances, the external conditions? or, is it in the mind?  Such were the thoughts passing through my mind, when a man approached with a violin.  Every eye brightened, and the queen seemed to thrill with pleasure in every nerve.

“This is the only way we can get some of them to take any exercise.  The music rouses them, and they will dance as long as they are permitted to do so.”

The fiddler struck up a lively tune, and the queen, with marvelous lightness of step and ogling glances, ambled up to a tall, raw-boned Methodist preacher, who had come with me, and invited him to dance with her.  The poor parson seemed sadly embarrassed, as her manner was very pressing, but he awkwardly and confusedly declined, amid the titters of all present.  It was a singular spectacle, that dance of the mad-women.  The most striking figure on the floor was the queen.  Her great size, her brilliant apparel, her astonishing agility, the perfect time she kept, the bows, the smiles and blandishments, she bestowed on an imaginary partner, were indescribably ludicrous.  Now and then, in her evolutions, she would cast a momentary reproachful glance at the ungallant clergyman who had refused to dance with feminine royalty, and who stood looking on with a sheepish expression of face.  He was a Kentuckian, and lack of gallantry is not a Kentucky trait.

During the session of the Annual Conference at Stockton, in 1859 or 1860, the resident physician invited me to preach to the inmates of the Asylum on Sunday afternoon.  The novelty of the service, which was announced in the daily papers, attracted a large number of visitors, among them the greater part of the preachers.  The day was one of those bright, clear, beautiful October days, peculiar to California, that make you think of heaven.  I stood on the steps, and the hundreds of men and Women stood below me, with their upturned faces.  Among them were old men crushed by sorrow, and old men ruined by vice; aged women with faces that seemed to plead for pity, women that made you shrink from their unwomanly gaze; lion-like young men, made for heroes but caught in the devil’s trap and changed into beasts; and boys whose looks showed that sin had already stamped them with its foul insignia, and burned into their souls the shame which is to be one of the elements of its eternal punishment.  A less impressible man than I would have felt moved at the sight of that throng of bruised and broken creatures.  A hymn was read, and when

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