and handsome ladies lliat display diamonds and silks, false hair and painted cheeks that equally shock all notions of economy and common sense. We cannot say as much for San Francisco theaters as we can for her streets. The former are nothing more than ordinary in their appearance, and the performances are not generally of a superior character, either in an artistic or moral point of view. We are not a Chinese scholar, and we do not wish to be understood in the above remark as referring to the Celestial temple of Thespis, where 44 large and intelligent ” (?) audiences nightly attest their appreciation of the play byloud, long continued and enthusiasticcheering, amid which the gallant, excuse us, our mind was about to wander to Montana scenes, in which a Celestial(?) being appeared. At the Chinese theater we spent several hours one evening, witnessing the antics and hearing the powwowing of two moon-eyed brigades that were constantly in pursuit of each other, and always arrived upon the ground their opponents had been occupying just in time to be too late As the pig tails of one ]arty disappeared through one curtained opening and the gongs of their pursuers came pushing through the drapery of the other, we were forcibly reminded of the miniature wooden circus toy in which the bay nag is just behind the black one, or vice ctri. as you choose, and each plays the jxart of both pursuer and pursued. San Francisco, being built upon a collection of sand hills, is shockingly deficient in parks. The plaza, Bituated in the center of the city, affords but a contracted breathing place for the people, and reminds one ofthe emerald, both in its diminutive sizeand the constant green of its grass plats and clover beds; but aside from this there is nothing worthy of being called a public square in the city. In our per ambulations about the city wo met several Montana friends, all of them, as is eminently proper, putting on more style than every one else, as they sauntered about in their short coats and tightpants, cut in the extreme of fashion, or leisurely picking their teeth as they cocked their feet up on the window sills of the 44 Occidental.”A week's stay in San Francisco gave us an opportunity for seeing more sights than we could describe in an entire volume of the Post, and we then left on