gs. It is the crystallization of affections
which shine out from grieved hearts. It is the memorial of an only son
taken from boundless fortune and all that earth could promise--taken in
the first flush of his beautiful manhood, from parents, whose whole
life was centred in his being.

There is a touching pathos in the picture of this youth, as it looks
down from the walls of the library, on the group of young students, men
and women, gathered there to reap the benefit of the institution which
his fortune sustains, and ever will sustain. He was the sole heir to
vast estates, to many commercial interests, to great enterprises. All
that was his, is now devoted to the uses of those who teach and are
taught, in the Leland Stanford, Jr., University.

One leaves the place with regret. One turns back longingly to take a
last look at its quaint Spanish architecture, and one treasures up the
memories of it all with greatest pleasure. One remembers the quiet of
the marble mausoleum in the woods, where father and son rest side by
side, waiting for the completion of the family group beyond the tomb.
One also calls to mind the beautiful museum which our time would only
allow us to glance at; and also, the many picturesque homes springing
up all about the University, the whole leaving an impression upon us
which cannot soon be forgotten.

Our four hours in the luxuriant surroundings of Palo Alto and the
University, every moment filled in with busy sightseeing, caused us to
enjoy the rest of our further railroad ride to San Jose.

XV

Through Santa Clara Valley.--Arrival at San Jose.--Old Friends.--
Semi-tropical Climate.--An Excursion to the Stars.--The Lick
Observatory.--Our Journey There.--Sunset on the Summit.--With the
Great Telescope.--The Tomb of James Lick.--The Midnight Ride Down
the Mountain.

After leaving Palo Alto, our journey revealed to us an ideal
Californian landscape. We passed through the lovely Santa Clara Valley.
Rich cultivation met our eye on every side, interspersed with fine
forest trees, all hemmed in by the ranges of the surrounding mountains.
These vast masses enclosed the whole view with their ever-varying
outlines, soft and purple in the distance, while the foreground of
orchards, with their rich herbage, was all of the deepest green. It was
a picture to take away with one as, indeed, that of a happy valley. But
in this connection the word valley must not be construed in any limited
sense.