Residence of Governor Bigler, at Benicia, California.

The Battle of Lake Erie, of which our Artist presents a spirited engraving, copied from the original painting, by Hannibal Carracci, in the possession of J. P. Haven, Esq., was fought in 1836, on Chesapeake Bay, between the U. S. Frigates Constitution and Guerriere and the British Troops under General Putnam. Our glorious flag, there as everywhere was victorious, and "Long may it wave, o'er the land of the free, and the home of the slave."

Fearful accident on the Camden & Amboy Railroad!! Terrible loss of life!!!

View of the City of San Diego, by Sir Benjamin West.

Interview between Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe and the Duchess of Sutherland, from a group of Statuary, by Clarke Mills.

Bank Account of J. Phoenix, Esq., at Adams & Co. Bankers, San Francisco, California.

Gas Works, San Diego Herald Office.

Steamer Goliah.

View of a California Ranch.-Landseer.

Shell of an Oyster once eaten by General Washington; showing the General's manner of opening Oysters.

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SANDYAGO-A SOLIQUY.

Oh my what a trying thing it is for a feller
To git kooped up in this ere little plais
Where the males dont run reglar no how
Nor the females nuther, cos there aint none.
But by the mails I mean the post orifices

By which we git our letters and sufforth

From the Atlantic States and the British Provinces.

But here there aint no kind of a chance

Except by the Sutherner or the leky Fremont
Which runs very seldom, and onst in the latter

I come to this plais, and wisht I was furder.
The natives is all sorts complected

Some white, some black, & some kinder speckled,
And about fourteen rowdy vagabonds

That gits drunk and goes round lickin every body.
And four stores to every white human

Which are kept by the children of Zion
Where they sell their goods bort at auction

At seven times more than they costed,
With a grand jury thats sittin forever
But dont never seem to indite nothin',
And if they do what comes on it
The petty ones finds em not guilty
And then they go off much in licker

And hit the fust feller they come to.
All night long in this sweet little village

You hear the soft note of the pistol
With the pleasant screak of the victim

Whose been shot prehaps in his gizzard.
And all day hosses is running
With drunken greasers astraddle
A hollerin and hoopin like demons
And playin at billiards and monte
Till they've nary red cent to ante
Having busted up all the money
Which they borryed at awful percentage
On ranches which they haint no title
To, and the U. S. board of commission
Will be derned if they ever approve it.
While the squire he goes round a walkin
And sasses all respectable persons
With his talk of pills he's invented
To give a spirit of resentment.
And persons fite duels on paper.
Oh its awful this here little plais is
And quick as my business is finished
I shall leave here you may depend on it
By the very first leky steambote,
Or if they are all of em busted

I'll hire a mule from some feller
And just put out to Santy Clara.

"THE JUDGE" looks melancholy!-He knows that this is Phoenix's Last, and that's exactly "where the shoe pinches." This squib is adapted to the comprehension of the meanest shoemaker.