** It ta not all gold that glitters ; ’ it i* nut
all men that are born lucky, The lucky
planet was not out at your birth—rather the
unlucky. You might aa well say because
Jake drew <50,000 in the lottery, you can
uu the same. Thia is nonsense. Stay al
home , dou’t be catching at straw* ; you are I
well enough off, if you only think so. keep
moving along the even tenor of your way
steady and straight forward and you will be
happy ; but if you had .all the gold in Cali
fornia, ves would think there was more
somewhere els.’ and not be sa.isfied until
you had beat your mains out against a gold
wall, then die an avaricious fool —kill your
self for gold, and make every body around
you unhappy and miserable—and lost and
forgotten—lost his soul and gained nothing,
so ’ll is, and will be with thousands. Before
I would lay out on the cold ground among
the wolves, Indians, snakes and lizards,
half-starved for something to eat, famished
for water three or four months, and dig, dig
tn the dirt and mud day after day, three
thousand miles from home, for three or four
months more, for a few glittering sands
away from domestic happiness, friends and
earthly comforts, with a competence for life;
before I would quit father, mother, brothers,
sisters, wife, children and friends and trav
el two thousand miles over a dreary desert
earth, among wild beasts and more than
savage Indians to get a handfull of gold,
suffer sickness, fevers, diseases and nil the
evils this life is heir to, 1 would turn into a
white dog and hire somebody to kill me.—
tool!
Once more, tell me how all have come
out that went into the diggings. We hear
that 6,000 persons are employed, and make
fromiH to $32 per day. Who gets the
money? Not those who dig and toil, but
the trader, speculator, and he who hires
hands and shows them where to dig, fur
nishes tools and the means of living. The
laborer, ns in this country, hr rely makes
his living. You hear n flaming account of
how one Mr. A. or B. has made in one week
5t,500. 