[The Chinaman's Assailant was allowed to walk quietly
      away, although the street was filled with
      pedestrians.—Newspaper.]

  Why should he not have been allowed
  To thread with peaceful feet the crowd
    Which filled that Christian street?
  The Decalogue he had observed,
  From Faith in Jesus had not swerved,
  And scorning pious platitudes,
  He saw in the Beatitudes
    A lamp to guide his feet.

  He knew that Jonah downed the whale
  And made no bones of it. The tale
    That Ananias told
  He swore was true. He had no doubt
  That Daniel laid the lions out.
  In short, he had all holiness,
  All meekness and all lowliness,
    And was with saints enrolled.

  'Tis true, some slight excess of zeal
  Sincerely to promote the weal
    Of this most Christian state
  Had moved him rudely to divide
  The queue that was a pagan's pride,
  And in addition certify
  The Faith by making fur to fly
    From pelt as well as pate?

  But, Heavenly Father, thou dost know
  That in this town these actions go
    For nothing worth a name.
  Nay, every editorial ass,
  To prove they never come to pass
  Will damn his soul eternally,
  Although in his own journal he
    May read the printed shame.

  From bloody hands the reins of pow'r
  Fall slack; the high-decisive hour
    Strikes not for liars' ears.
  Remove, O Father, the disgrace
  That stains our California's face,
  And consecrate to human good
  The strength of her young womanhood
    And all her golden years!