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From the Vallecitos Sentinel, June ist.

Miss Pelican. — Never during our dramatic ex-
perience, has a more exciting event occurred than the
sudden bursting upon our theatrical firmament, full,
blazing, unparalleled, of the bright, resplendent and
particular star whose honored name shines refulgent
at the head of this article. Coming among us un-
heralded, almost unknown, without claptrap, in a
wagon drawn by oxen across the plains, with no
agent to get up a counterfeit enthusiasm in her favor,
she appeared before us for the first time at the San
Diego Lyceum, last evening, in the trying and diffi-
cult character of Ingomar, or the Tame Savage. We
are at a loss to describe our sensations, our admiration
of her magnificent, her superhuman efforts. We do
not hesitate to say that she is by far the superior of
any living actress; and, as we believe hers to be the
perfection of acting, we cannot be wrong in the be-
lief that no one hereafter will ever be found to ap-
proach her. Her conception of the character of Ingo-
mar was perfection itself; her playful and ingenuous
manner, her light girlish laughter, in the scene with
Sir Peter, showed an appreciation of the savage char-

"Ingomar" and "The Plains." 37

acter which nothing but the most arduous study, the
most elaborate training, could produce ; while her
awful change to the stern, unyielding, uncompromis-
ing father, in the tragic scene of Duncan's murder, was
indeed nature itself. Miss Pelican is about seventeen
years of age, of miraculous beauty, and most thrilling
voice. It is needless to say that she dresses admira-
bly, as in fact we have said all we can say when we
called her most truthfully, perfection. Mr. John Boots
took the part of Parthenia very creditably, etc., etc.

From the Vallecitos Sentinel^ Ju7ie J 1st.

Miss Pelican. — As this lady is about to leave us
to commence an engagement on the San Francisco
stage, we should regret exceedingly if anything we
have said about her, should send with her a prestige
which might be found undeserved on trial. The fact
is. Miss Pelican is a very ordinary actress; indeed,
one of the most indifferent ones we ever happened to
see. She came here from the Museum at Fort Lara-
mie, and we praised her so injudiciously that she be-
came completely spoiled. She has performed a round
of characters, during the last week, very miserably,
though we are bound to confess that her performance
of King Lear, last evening, was superior to anything
of the kind we ever saw. Miss Pelican is about
forty-three years of age, singularly plain in her per-
sonal appearance, awkward and embarrassed, with a
cracked and squeaking voice, and really dresses quite
outrageously. She has much to learn, poor thing!

I take it the above notices are rather ingeni-
ous. The fact is, Fm no judge of acting, and
don't know how Miss Pelican will turn out.

38 "Ingomar" and "The Plains."

If well, why there's my notice of June the ist;
if ill, then June 31st comes in play, and, as there
is but one copy of the Sentinel printed, it's an
easy matter to destroy the incorrect one. Both
can't be wrong; so I've made a sure thing of it
in any event. Here follows my musical cri-
tique, which I flatter myself is of rather superior

The Plains. Ode Symphonie par Jabez
Tarbox. — This glorious composition was pro-
duced at the San Diego Odeon, on the 31st of
June, ult., for the first time in this or any other
country, by a very full orchestra (the perform-
ance taking place immediately after supper),
and a chorus composed of the entire " Sauer-
Kraut Verein," the "Wee-Gates Association,"
and choice selections from the " Gyascutus "
and " Pikeharmonic " societies. The solos
were rendered by Herr Tuden Links, the recita-
tions by Herr von Hyden Schnapps, both per-
formers being assisted by Messrs. John Smith
and Joseph Brown, who held their coats, fanned
them, and furnished water during the more over-
powering passages.

" The Plains " we consider the greatest musi-
cal achievement that has been presented to an
enraptured public. Like Waterloo among bat-
tles. Napoleon among warriors, Niagara among
falls, and Peck among senators, this magnificent
composition stands among oratorios, operas,
musical melodramas and performances of Ethi-

"Ingomar" and "The Plains."


opian Serenaders, peerless and unrivalled. //
frappe toute chose parfaitement froid.

" It does not depend for its success " upon
its plot, its theme, its school or its master, for
it has very little if any of them ; but upon its
soul-subduing, all-absorbing, high-faluting effect
upon the audience, every member of which
it causes to experience the most singular and
exquisite sensations. Its strains at times re-
mind us of those of the old master of the steamer
McKim, who never went to sea without being
unpleasantly affected; — a straining after effect,
he used to term it. Blair, in his Lectures on
Rhetoric, and Mill, in his Syste«fr of Logic (p. 31),
have referred to the feeling which might be pro-
duced in the human mind by something of this
transcendentally sublime description; but it has
remained for M. Tarbox, in the production of
The Plains, to call this feeling forth.

The symphonic opens upon the wide and
boundless plains, in longitude 115° W., latitude
35° 21 ' 03' ' N., and about sixty miles from the
west bank of Pitt River. These data are beau-
tifully and clearly expressed by a long (topograph-
ically) drawn note from an Eb clarinet. The
sandy nature of the soil, sparsely dotted with
bunches of cactus and artemisia, the extended
view, flat, and unbroken to the horizon save by
the rising smoke in the extreme verge, denoting
the vicinity of a Piute village, are represented
by the bass drum. A few notes on the piccolo

40 "Ingomar" and "The Plains."

call the attention to a solitary antelope, picking
up mescal beans in the foreground. The sun,
having an altitude of 36° 27 ', blazes down upon
the scene in indescribable majesty. " Gradually
the sounds roll forth in a song " of rejoicing to
the god of day : —

** Of thy intensity
And great immensity

Now then we sing ;
Beholding in gratitude
Thee in this latitude.

Curious thing."

Which swells out into " Hey Jim along, Jim
along Josey," then decrescendo^ mas menos^ poco
poquita^ dies away and dries up.

Suddenly we hear approaching a train from
Pike County, consisting of seven families, with
forty-six wagons, each drawn by thirteen oxen.
Each family consists of a man in butternut-
colored clothing driving the oxen, a wife in
butternut-colored clothing riding in the wagon,
holding a butternut baby, and seventeen butter-
nut children running promiscuously about the
establishment; all are barefooted, dusty, and
smell unpleasantly. (These circumstances are
expressed by pretty rapid fiddling for some min-
utes, winding up with a puff from the ophicleide
played by an intoxicated Teuton with an atrocious
breath. It is impossible to misunderstand the
description.) Now rises o'er the plains,in mellif-
luous accents, the grand Pike County chorus : —

"Ingomar" and "The Plains.'' 41

** Oh, we'll soon be thar
In the land of gold.
Through the forest old.
O'er the mounting cold.
With spirits bold —
Oh, we come, we come.
And we'll soon be thar.
Gee up Bolly ! whoo, up, whoo haw!"

The train now encamps. The unpacking of
the kettles and mess-pans, the unyoking of the
oxen, the gathering about the various camp-fires,
the frizzling of the pork, are so clearly expressed
by the music that the most untutored savage
could readily comprehend it. Indeed, so vivid
and lifelike was the representation that a lady,
sitting near us, involuntarily exclaimed aloud,
at a certain passage, " Thar^ that pork's burn-
ing ! " It was truly interesting to watch the
gratified expression on her face when, by a few
notes of the guitar, the pan was removed from
the fire and the blazing pork extinguished.

This is followed by the beautiful aria^ —

** O ! marm, I want a pancake!"

followed by that touching recitative^ —

" Shet up, or I will spank you!"

To which succeeds a grand crescendo move-
ment representing the flight of the child with the
pancake, the pursuit of the mother, and the final
arrest and summary punishment of the former,
represented by rapid strokes of the castanets.

42 "Ingomar" and "The Plains."

The turning in for the night follows; and
the deep and stertorous breathing of the encamp-
ment is well given by the bassoon, while the
sufferings and trials of an unhappy father with
an unpleasant infant are touchingly set forth by
the cornet-a-pistons.

Part Second. — The night attack of the Pi-
utes, the fearful cries of the demoniac Indians,
the shrieks of the females and children, the rapid
and effective fire of the rifles, the stampede of
the oxen, their recovery and the final repulse
of the Piutes after a loss of thirty-six killed
and wounded, while the Pikes lose but one scalp
(from an old fellow who wore a wig, and lost it
in the scuffle), are faithfully given, and excite the
most intense interest in the minds of the hearers;
the emotions of fear, admiration and delight, suc-
ceeding each other in their minds with almost pain-
ful rapidity. Then follows the grand chorus, —

** Oh ! we gin them fits.
The Ingen Utahs;
With our six-shooters
We gin 'em pertickuler fits."

After which, we have the charming recitative
of Herr Tuden Links to the infant, which is
really one of the most charming gems in the
performance : —

** Now, dern your skin, canU you be easy?'*

Morning succeeds. The sun rises magnifi-
cently (octavo-flute) ; breakfast is eaten in

" Ingomar " AND " The Plains." 43

a rapid movement in three sharps; the oxen are
caught and yoked up by a small drum and
triangle; the watches, purses, and other valuables
of the conquered Piutes, are stored away in
a camp-kettle to a small movement on the pic-
colo, and the train moves on, with the grand
chorus, —

** We '11 soon be thar.

Gee up Bolly! Whoo hup! whoo haw! "

The whole concludes with the grand hymn
and chorus, —

** When we die we '11 go to Benton,

Whup! Whoo, haw!
The greatest man that e'er land saw.

Who this little airth was sent on,

Whup! Whoo, haw!
To tell a * hawk from a hand-saw * !


The immense expense attending the produc-
tion of this magnificent work, the length of
time required to prepare the chorus, the incred-
ible number of instruments destroyed at each
rehearsal, have hitherto prevented M. Tarbox
from placing it before the American public, and
it has remained for San Diego to show herself
superior to her sister cities of The Union in
musical taste and appreciation and in high-
souled liberaHty, by patronizing this immortal
prodigy and enabhng its author to bring it forth

44 "Ingomar" and "The Plains."

in accordance with his wishes and its capabilities.
We trust every citizen of San Diego and Valle-
citos will listen to it ere it is withdrawn; and
if there yet lingers in San Francisco one spark
of musical fervor, or a remnant of taste for pure
harmony, we can only say that the Southerner
sails from that place once a fortnight, and that
the passage money is but forty-five dollars.

The Death of Squibob.

Reported by his friend Skew ball.

San Francisco, June 15, 1853.

It becomes my melancholy duty
to inform you of the decease, under
most painful circumstances, of your
friend and contributor, the unfor-
tunate Squibob. It has been evident to the
public for some days past that his faculties
were becoming much impaired, and his friends
had noticed, with regret, growing evidences of
imbecility, evinced by a disposition to make
unnecessary and inappropriate puns, and a
tendency to ridicule the Board of Aldermen,
the code of duelling and other equally serious
subjects and sacred institutions. Hopes were
still entertained of his rallying, and many
believed that he would yet be spared to us ;
but, on the 13th instant, he was seized with
a violent attack of the Evening Journal, a
species of intermittent epidemic which made
its appearance regularly at four o'clock each
afternoon, under the influence of which he


46 The Death of Squibob.

rapidly sunk. He sent for me, late yesterday
evening, and I had the mournful satisfaction
of being with him in his last moments and
of closing one of his eyes. I say one of
his eyes ; for the other persisted in remaining
partly open, and his interesting countenance
preserves, even in death, that ineffable wink of
intelligence which so eminently characterized
him while among the living. I found him suf-
fering much from physical and mental prostra-
tion, but evidently well aware of his approaching
end, and calm and resigned in the contempla-
tion of that event. Some idea may be formed
of his condition from a remark that he made.
" I sent to the cook for a broiled pork-chop,'*
he feebly articulated, " and he sent me 2, fried
one. It is satisfactory, in one's last moments,
thus to receive the consolations of religion from
a San Franciscan friar '^ I could not resist an
expression of horror at this sad evidence of the
alarmingly low state to which he had been
brought. He smiled sadly, and said, with in-
effable sweetness, " Never mind ; it's better
so. My friends have all advised me to die, and
it is my safest course. If I had continued in
the papers, some bellicose individual would have
' called me out^ and the Herald would have been
' rifled of its sweets.' " He was here seized
with an alarming paroxysm, during which his
hands were extended in a right line from the tip
of his nose, the fingers separated and " twid-

The Death of Squibob. 47

dling '* (if I may be allowed the expression) in a
convulsive manner. On recovering, his eye fell
on a copy of the Evening Journal. He shud-
dered, and muttering in an incoherent manner,
" I am done. Brown," turned away. I then
gave him a glass of bimbo, which appeared
to arouse his energies, and he requested that his
daguerreotype of " Greene," in his great char-
acter of Sir Harcourt Courtly, might be shown
him. As I held before him the representation
of that artist, a barrel-organ in the street below
struck up his favorite tune, " The Low-backed
Car." As the well-known sound struck on his
ear, a light spread over his countenance. Sitting
up in bed, he seized the miniature and clasped
it to his breast. " Where is M. W. ? " he
screamed. " Give it me quick! quick!!" I
hastily handed him yesterday's Herald. His
eye fell on the lines. Gazing alternately on
them and the miniature, and eagerly listening to
the organ, " Poetry ! music ! and the drama ! "
he exclaimed, " farewell ! farewell forever ! "
The light passed from his visage, his eye glazed,
he fell back upon his pillow, and his gentle
spirit passed away without a struggle.

* 5i< * * * * *

I had left the room to give directions to the
weeping Nancy with reference to the disposal
of the body. On returning, judge of my sur-
prise at finding him sitting up in bed. " Look
here, old fellow," said he, " by George ! I

48 The Death of Squibob.

quite forgot my last words : " This is the last
of earth I — / still live ! ! — I wish the con-
stitution TO BE PRESERVED ! ! ! HERE'S

LUCK ! ! ! ! " Then lying down, and closing
one eye, with a wink, the intense meaning of
which beggars all description, he expired; this
time " positively without reserve."

P.S. — The funeral ceremonies will take place
to-morrow, at 1 1 o'clock, at " Patty and Bar-
ren's." The public generally are invited to
attend (with rifles). The Tangarees (of
which association the deceased was a member),
and the Moral Reform Society, will form
around the bier (Lager), and accompany the body
to its last resting-place.

Winn is now busily engaged in the melan-
choly duty of modelling his features in soft
gingerbread. A copy of the bust in candy he
promises shall be sent to the offices of the
Herald and the Evening Journal.

A spiritual medium (one of the tipping ones)
has just been experimenting in the room with
the remains. The following questions were
put, eliciting the following answers : —

Question. — " Is the spirit of Squibob pres-
ent ? "

Answer. — " Slightually."

Question. — " Are you happy ? "

Answer. — " Rather."

The spirit here asked, through the medium,
the following question: —

The Death of Squibob. 49

" Are the public generally glad I am dead ? **
A regard for veracity compelled every person
in the room to reply, '' Very ! " when the
table on vi^hich the experiments were being con-
ducted was violently capsized, and the remains,
sitting up in bed, threw a boot at the medium,
which broke up the meeting; the medium
very properly remarking that it would be
bootless to prosecute the inquiry further.

Should anything further of interest transpire,
I shall take much pleasure in informing you.
Yours respectfully,


Street Introductions.

No matter of local interest worthy
the pen of history having oc-
curred since the return of the
Congressional Rifles from their
target excursion at San Mateo,
I propose to devote a few moments to
the reprobation of an uncomfortable custom
prevalent in this city to an alarming extent;
a custom which strikes me as calculated to
destroy public confidence, and, to use an
architectural metaphor, shake the framework
of society to its very piles. I refer to the
pernicious habit, which everybody seems to have
adopted, of making general, indiscriminate and
public introductions. You meet Brown on
Montgomery street : " Good morning. Brown."
" How are you. Smith ? Let me introduce
you to Mr. Jones." And you forthwith shake
hands with a seedy individual, who has been
boring Brown for the previous hour for a small
loan, probably; an individual you never saw
before, never had the slightest desire to see,
and wish never to see again. Being naturally
of an arid disposition, and perhaps requiring


Street Introductions. 51

irrigation at that particular moment, you un-
guardedly invite Brown, and your new friend
Jones, of course, to step over to Parry and Bat-
ten's and imbibe. What is the consequence ?
The miscreant Jones introduces you to fifteen
more equally desirable acquaintances, and in
two minutes from the first introduction there
you are, with seventeen newly formed friends,
all of whom " take sugar in their'n" at your

This is invading a man's quarters with a ven-
geance. But this is not the worst of it. Each
gentleman to whom you have been introduced,
wherever you may meet thereafter, in billiard-
room, tenpins alley, hot-house or church, intro-
duces you to somebody else; and so the list in-
creases in geometrical progression, like the sum
of money which Colburn, in his Arithmetic,
informs us the gentleman paid for the horse
with such a number of nails in his shoes, — a
story which in early childhood I remember to
have implicitly believed. In this manner you
form a crowd of acquaintances, of the majority
of whom you recollect neither names nor faces;
but, being continually assailed by bows and
smiles on all sides from unknown gentlemen,
you are forced, to avoid the appearance of
rudeness, to go bowing and smirking down the
street like a distinguished character in a public
procession, or one of those graven images at
Tobin & Duncan's, which are eternally wag-

52 Street Introductions.

ging their heads with no definite object in

This custom is peculiarly embarrassing in
other respects. If you are so unfortunate as to
possess an indifferent memory for names and a
decided idiosyncrasy for forgetting faces, you
are continually in trouble as to the amount of
familiarity with which to receive the salutation
of some unknown individual to whom you have
been introduced, and who persists in remember-
ing all about you though you have utterly for-
gotten him. Only the other day, at the Ori-
ental Hotel, I met an elderly gentleman, who
bowed to me in the most pleasant manner as
I entered the bar-room. I wasn't quite sure,
but I thought I had been introduced to him
at Pat Hunt's ; so, walking up, I seized him
familiarly by one hand, and, slapping him on
the shoulder with the other, exclaimed, " How
are you, old cock ? " I shall not soon for-
get his suspicious glance, as muttering, " Old
cock, sir!" he turned indignantly away; nor
my confusion at learning, shortly after, that I
had thus irreverently addressed the Rev. Am-
minadab Sleek, chairman of the Society for
Propagating the Heathen in California, to
whom I had brought a letter of introduction from
Mrs. Harriet B. Stowe. On the same day,
I met and addressed, with a degree of distant
respect almost amounting to veneration, an in-
dividual whom I afterwards ascertained to be

Street Introductions. 53

the husband of my washerwoman; a discovery
which I did not make until I had inquired most
respectfully after his family, and promised to
call at an early day to see them.

There are very few gentlemen in San Fran-
cisco to whom I should dislike to be introduced;
but it is not to gentlemen alone, unhappily, that
this introduction mania is confined. Everybody
introduces everybody else; your tailor, your
barber, and your shoemaker, deem it their duty
to introduce you to all their numerous and by
no means select circle of acquaintance. An

unfortunate friend of mine, T — hf — 1 J s,

tells me that, stopping near the Union Hotel,
the other day, to have his boots blacked by a
Frenchman, he was introduced by that exile,
during the operation, to thirty-eight of his
compatriots; owing to which piece of civility
he is now suffering with a cutaneous disorder,

and has been fi donc'd^ ici^d^ and g d ever

since, to that degree that he hates the sight of a
French roll and damns the memory of the great

My own circle of acquaintance is not large ;
but if I had a dollar for every introduction I
have received during the last six weeks I should
be able to back up the Baron in one of his mag-
nificent schemes, or purchase the entire estab-
lishment of the Herald office.

But I have said quite enough to prove the
absurdity of indiscriminate introductions. Hop-

54 Street Introductions.

ing that you will excuse my introduction of the
subject, and that Winn won't make an adver-
tisement out of this article,

I remain, as ever, yours faithfully.

The Flight of the Collector.

Oriental Hotel, San Francisco.

PASSING up Montgomery street, yes-
terday afternoon between 3 and 4
o'clock, my attention was attracted
by a little gentleman with a small
moustache, who rushed hastily past
me, and, turning down Commercial street, sought
to escape observation by plunging among the
crowd of drays that perpetually tangle up Long
Wharf. Though slightly lame, he passed me
with a speed that may have been equalled,
but by a man of his size could never have been
excelled ; and his look of frantic terror, his
countenance, wild, pallid with apprehension, as
I caught for an instant his horror-stricken gaze,
I shall never forget. I turned partly around
to watch his flight, when with a sudden shock I
was borne hurriedly along, and in an instant
found myself struggling and plunging in the
midst of a mighty crowd who were evidently in
hot pursuit. There were old men, young men
and maidens — at least I presume they were
maidens, it was no time for close scrutiny — ;
there were Frenchmen, Englishmen, Chinamen,
and every other description of men; gentlemen


56 The Flight of the Collector.

with spectacles and gentlemen who were specta-
cles to behold ; men with hats and men without
hats ; an angry sea of moustaches, coat-tails and
hickory shirts, with here and there a dash of
foam in the way of a petticoat ; and all pouring
and rushing down Long Wharf with me in the
midst, like a bewildered gander in a mill-race.

There was no shouting, a look of stern and
gloomy determination sat on the countenance
of each individual ; and save an occasional
muttered ejaculation of " There he goes ! " "I
see him ! " we rushed on in horrid silence.

A sickly feeling came over me as the con-
viction that I was in the midst of the far-famed
and dreaded Vigilance Committee settled on
my mind ; here was I, borne along with them,
an involuntary and unwilling member — I, a life
member of the Anti-capital Punishment Society,
and author of the little work called " Peace, or
Directions for the use of the Sword as a Prun-
ing-hook," who never killed a fly in my life;
here I was, probably about to countenance, by

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