SAN FRANCISCO.

Grey River Argus, Volume IX, Issue 666, 26 April 1870, Page 2

SAN FRANCISCO.

Now that a mail between Sydney and .. San Francisco has been inaugurated, it .may not be uninteresting to. note .whas. a, s q correspondent of the Detroit "Tribune" 1 " says of the capital of California. v He writes "Crime stalks the streets and highways. The prisons are fall to overflowing ; suicides are of every day occur- ,, , . rence ; lunatics in and but of the asylum : ' vl ' can be counted by the thousand.. The simple truth is that there are more people here than can live ; every branch of industry is more than filled ; all branches^ '■•' of business, from that of the,. banker to that of the peanut vendor, are done upon the associated, principle, each branch.! ! having its society. Rents are enormously high, and for nearly all the necessaries. 7 of life you have to pay from two to ten prices, These are %he real: inducements i ! ! we have to offer the immigrant. All other inducements are, lies. The inVthi* • ; ' grant's money is needed to keep the bottom from falling out ; and. when, bia / .; ; substance has been squeezed out, God ~ help him, he will find no help here. This great effort made to induce immigration , '„ to California is but the last dying throes of a bankrupt country, bankrupt beyond hope of redemption. The gold product r has dwindled from a hundred millions, -;-Y annually to less than ten millions. All of . the productive resources' of the country Uu ' } will not much, if any, exceed twenty! r .: millions of dollars, and that to support a < i population of six hundred thousand- ' souls, with no resource left open for them to find profitable employment, The sUk and tea culture are myths, } neither can ;r ; ; be made to pay even with Asiatic [labor. For fruits there is no market except for the product of the vine, and that can be cultivated wjithr greater profit in most of < •f * the Eastern States. What, then, ■fa left! = . ; f to save the State from hopeless, inevitable bankruptcy ? t For. my- party I can see '. \> nothing. | Would that I could, and save the. untold misery, in story for her. " ; : ; t / vt ,