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San Francisco. April 12."68
1868

My Dear Friend.
This is a glorious Sunday morning. I have just got up from dinner, and feel like allowing my thoughts to run for a while in your direction. By the way-speaking of dinner, I presume our bills of fare differ somewhat from yours in the East. Green peas, tomattoes, and Spring vegetables have been on our tables for two months. Our hill sides are green and carpeted with flowers and soon the farmers will begin to harvest his grain. The ham had a very extraordinary season. So much rain has not been known to fall for many-many years before. Oh it has been terrible. rain, rain, rain, nothing but rain beat and pound down upon us for weeks, as if the very sluice gates of heaven had broke away and the world was again to be visited with a deluge. But now we trust it is all over. The sun shines once more and people look up hopefully as if some impending calamity had passed over,  The establishment of a new opposition line of steamers between New York and San Francisco has had the effect of reducing 

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