CHASoR. & MCC()RIUICK c0.

In the olden days of glory

When our grandsires dug for gold, Old H. C. L. stalked thru the land And grew most wondrous bold.

In far-famed San Francisco

Where trade u'inds romp and play, A dollar for one pound of pork Was what they had to pay.

The stately tallow candles That shed soft beams around, Cost like the very mischief, The sturdy miners found.

So when the moon u'as shining ' Thev often "doused the glim,"

It took three dollars-GOSH ! to buv One candle, tall and trim.

The sox men wore were three per pair ! A white shirt sold for twenty !A plate of soup cost one rvholi wheel ! I'd say that lvas a plenty.

Eggs, in the shell, one dollar each, A curlerv roast, just three; One srveet potato, fifty centsGadzooks ! and hully-gee !

But this was the unkindest cut, And one that haunts mv 5lurnbsl.Thev paid SIX HUNDRED DOLI-ARS then , For a thousand feet of-LUMBER ! ADELINE M. CONNER.