and I got down from the position that I had occupied on a camp stool, with much dignity, inwardly wondering whether my friends were all aids to Bigler, in which case their elevated rank and affection for me would both be satisfactorily accounted

for.

or

ILLUSTRATED NEWSPAPERS. A year or two since a weekly paper was started in London, called the "Illus trated News" It was filled with tolerably executed wood-cuts, representing Away we sped down the bay, the cap-scenes of popular interest, and though pertain standing on the wheel-house direct- haps better calculated for the nursery than ing our course. "Port, Port a little, the reading room, it took very well in Port," he shouted. "What's he calling England, where few can read, but all can for?" inquired a youth of good-natured understand pictures, and soon attained but unmistakable verdancy of appearance, an immense circulation. As when the of me. "Port wine," said I, and the inimitable London Punch attained its storekeeper don't hear him, you'd better world-wide celebrity, supported by such take him up some." "I will," said In- writers as Thackeray, Jerrold and Hood, nocence; "I've got a bottle of first rate would-be funny men on this side of the in my state room." And he did, but soon Atlantic attempted absurd imitationsreturned with a particularly crest-fallen the "Yankee Doodle "-the "John Donand sheepish appearance. Well, what key," etc., which as a matter of course did he say to you," inquired I. "Pointed proved miserable failures; so did the at the notice on that tin," said the poor success of this illustrated affair inspire fellow. "Passengers not allowed on the our money-loving publishers with hopes wheel-house." He is, though, ain't he?" of dollars, and soon appeared from Bosadded my friend with a faint attempt at a ton, New York and other places, pictosmile, as the captain in an awful voice rial and illustrated newspapers, teeming shouted "Starboard!" "Is what?" said with execrable and silly effusions, and I, "Loud on the wheel-house!" Good filled with the most fearful wood engravGod! I went below. ings, "got up regardless of expense" anything else; the contemplation of which was enough to make an artist tear his hair and rend his garments. A Yankee named Gleason, of Boston, published the first, we believe, calling it the Gleason's Pictorial (it should have been Gleason's Pickpocket) and Drawing-Room Companion. In this he presented to his unhappy subscribers, views of his house in the country, and his garden, and for aught we know, of his "ox and his ass, and the stranger within his gates." detestable invention for transferring daguerreotypes to plates for engraving, having come into notice about this time, was eagerly seized upon by Gleason, for further embellishing his catchpenny publication-duplicates and uncalled for pictures were easily obtained, and many a man has gazed in horror-stricken astonishment on the likeness of a respected friend, as a "Portrait of Monroe Edwards," or that of his deceased grandmother, in the character of "One of the Signers of the Declaration of Independence." They love pictures in Yankeedom: every tin peddler has one on his wagon, and an itinerant lecturer can always obtain an audience by sticking up a likeness of some unhappy female, with

At 9 o'clock in the evening we arrived at Monterey, where our modest salute was answered by the thundering response of a 24-pounder from the fort. This useful defensive work, which mounts some twenty heavy guns and contains quarters for a regiment, was built in 1848, by Halleck, Peachy & Billings. It is now used as a hermitage by a lonely officer of the U. S. Army. The people of Monterey have a wild legend concerning this desolate recluse. I was told that he passes the whole of his time in sleep, never by any chance getting out of bed until he hears the gun of a steamer, when he rushes forth in his shirt, fires off a 24-pounder, sponges and reloads it, takes a drink and turns in again. They never have seen him; it's only by his semi-monthly reports they know of his existence. "Well," said I to my informant, a bustling little fellow named Bootjacks, who came off on board of us, 66 suppose some day a steamer should arrive and he should not return her gun?" "Well, sir," replied Bootjacks, with a quaint smile, we should conclude that he was either dead, or out of powder." Logical deduction this, and a rather curious story, altogether; how I should like to see him!

JOHN PHENIX.

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her ribs laid open in an impossible man- money, time and labor, and after the most ner, for public inspection, or a hairless incredible and unheard of exertion, on gentleman, with the surface of his head our part, individually, we are at length laid out in eligible lots duly marked and able to present to the public an illusnumbered. The factory girls of Lowell, trated publication of unprecedented merthe Professors of Harvard, all bought it, containing engravings of exceeding the new Pictorial. (Professor Webster costliness and rare beauty of design, got was reading one, when Dr. Parkman up on an expensive scale, which never called on him on the morning of the has been attempted before in this or any murder.) Gleason's speculation was other country. crowned with success, and he bought himself a new cooking-stove, and erected an out-building on his estate, with both of which he favored the public in a new wood-cut immediately.

Inspired by his success, old FeejeeMermaid - Tom - Thumb - Woolly - horseJoyce-Heth-Barnum, forthwith got out another Illustrated Weekly, with pictures far more extensive, letter-press still sillier, and engravings more miserable, if possible, than Yankee Gleason's. And then we were bored and buffeted by having incredible likenesses of Santa Anna, Queen Victoria and poor old Webster thrust beneath our nose, to that degree that we wished the respected originals had never existed, or that the art of wood engraving had perished with that of painting on glass.

It was, therefore, with the most in

We furnish our readers this week with the first number, merely premising that the immense expense attending its issue, will require a corresponding liberality of patronage on the part of the public, to cause it to be continued.

tense delight that we saw a notice the VOL. I.] SAN DIEGO, OCT. 1, 1853. [NO. 1.

Portrait of His Royal Highness Prince Albert.-Prince Albert, the son of a gentleman named Coburg, is the husband of Queen Victoria of England, and the father of many of her children. He is the inventor of the celebrated "Albert hat," which has been lately introduced with great effect in the U. S. Army. The Prince is of German extraction, his father being a Dutchman and his mother a Duchess.

other day of the failure and stoppage of
Barnum's Illustrated News; we rejoiced
thereat greatly, and we hope that it will
never be revived, and that Gleason will
also fail as soon as he conveniently can and
that his trashy pictorial will perish with it.
It must not be supposed from the tenor
of these remarks that we are opposed to
the publication of a properly conducted
and creditably executed illustrated paper.
"On the contrary, quite the reverse.'
We are passionately fond of art our-
selves, and we believe that nothing can
have a stronger tendency to refinement
in society, than presenting to the public
chaste and elaborate engravings, copies
of works of high artistic merit, accom-
panied by graphic and well-written es-
says. It was for the purpose of intro-
ducing a paper containing these features
to our appreciative community, that we
have made these introductory remarks,
and for the purpose of challenging com-
parison, and defying competition, that
we have criticised so severely the imbe-
cile and ephemeral productions men-
tioned above. At a vast expenditure of Stratford-on-Avon.

Mansion of John Phoenix, Esq., San Diego, California.

House in which Shakspeare was born, in

Now the abbot was plump, as an abbot should Why not let him take hold and help me drain

And," quoth he, "honest yeoman, now I set my heart at first upon wealth!

But, ere the next sun in the west had gone The constant one wearied me out and out,

Such a dinner few abbots had certainly made,
His mouth and his teeth kept good time to And lo! I'm eclips'd by some upstart's

When in public life I loom'd quite high, And vow'd that a monarch would find it a The folks that pass'd me would look awry:

And then I set my heart upon war,
Hurrah!

We gain'd some battles with eclat;

Hurrah!

We troubled the foe with sword and flame,
And some of our friends fared quite the

same.

I lost a leg for fame.

Now I've set my heart upon nothing, you

see;

Hurrah!

And the whole wide world belongs to me;
Hurrah ;

The feast begins to run low no doubt;
But at the old cask we'll have one good
bout:

Come drink the lees all out!

GOETHE-Translated by J. S. DWIGHT.

Now as fame does report a young duke keeps a court,

One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome

sport;

But amongst all the rest, here is one, I protest,

Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest ;

A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground,

As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound.

The duke said to his men, "William, Richard, and Ben,

Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then."

O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd

To the palace, altho' he was poorly arrai'd: Then they stript off his cloaths, both his shirt, shoes and hose,

And they put him to bed for to take his repose.

Having pulled off his shirt, which was all over dirt,

They did give him clean holland: this was no great hurt;

THE DUKE AND THE TINKER. [The Duke and the Tinker is one of the "Ballads that illustrate Shakspeare" in Dr. Percy's "Reliques," originally derived from the Pepys collection. The story on which both it and the introduction to Shakspeare's Tam-On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown, ing of the Shrew were founded, is thus related in Burton's They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his

crown.

In the morning when day, then admiring he lay,

Anatomy of Melancholy :-"The Duke of Burgundy, at the marriage of Eleonora, sister to the king of Portugal, at Burges in Flanders, which was solemnized in the deepe of winter; when, as by reason of unseasonable weather, he could neither hawke nor hunt, and was now tired with cards, dice, etc., and such other domestick sports, or to see ladies dance; with some of his courtiers he would in the evening walke disguised all Now he lay something late, in his rich bed

about the towne. It so fortuned, as he was walking late

one night, he found a countrey fellow dead drunke,

For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.

And

of state,

did wait;

the chamberlain bare, then did likewise declare,

He desired to know what apparel he'd wear: The poor tinker amazed, on the gentlemen gazed,

snorting on a bulke; he caused his followers to bring Till at last knights and squires they on him him to his palace, and there stripping him of his old clothes, and attyring him after the court fashion, when he wakened, he and they were all ready to attend upon his excellency, and persuade him that he was some great duke. The poor fellow admiring how he came there, was served in state all day long; after supper he saw them dance, heard musicke, and all the rest of those court-like pleasures; but, late at night, when he was well tipled, and again faste asleepe, they put on his old robes, and so conveyed him to the place where they first found him. Now the fellow had not made them so good sport the day before, as he did now, when he returned to himself; all the jest was to see how he looked upon it. In conclusion, after some little admiration, the poore man told his friends he had seen a vision, constantly believed it, and would not otherwise be persuaded, and so the jest ended."-WILLS.]

And admired how he to this honor was raised.

Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit,

Which he straightways put on without longer dispute ;

With a star on his side, which the tinker oft eyed,