To the Editor of The Register: Sik :- San Francisco is an interesting city to vieit and about three hundred and fifty thousand people regard it as a most inviting home. Men of active business babits, with considerable push and enterprise in their constitution, come here and are successful. But many, allured by the extravagant statements they have read in interested journftls and the embellishsd pictures displayed by real estáte dealers, are disappointed, and if they could quietly get back to the old home they would do so. One inducement that is held out and made prominent is the climate which the real Californian regards as the finest in the world. While much can be said in its favor, there are liowever some serious drawbacks. True there is no winter here and for the first time in our life we have eeen no frost, or snow or hailstorms. We have had flowers in iull bloom in the bleak months of December and January. On days of sunshine we have rode out to Golden Gate park and enjoyed the music by a brilliant band, or down to the ocean and listened to the roll of the waves of the Pacific. We do not have to drive our lires but a gas stove will give all the heat that is needed for comfort. But then there is another side to the story. The rainy aeason is tedioua and disagreeable. For days the storm comes down not in gentle showers but in a steady pour all day and even all weeks long. At this season the atreets are quite largely deserted, stores close at an early hour, professional men - except doctors - have little to do, and ministers preach to vacant houses. ín the country no work can go on because of the rain, and ranches - the name they give to their farms - appear gloomy. Then comes a long, long dry time. No clouds in the sky. Not a drop of rain for weeks and months. Everything is parched and withered. What there is of verdure in city or country is kept green by artificial methods. One must get accustomed to this state of things in order to enjoy it. The chili of the atmosphere in the winter months is disagreeable in the extreme. The same clothing is needed here as in the Kast, and one will require a heavy beaver overcoat, and wear it more days during the year than he would in Ann Arbor. The long dry season with its dust and parched atmosphere is equally trying, and I believe the general iinpression is that this climate while most inviting in many particulars, has a tendency to develop nervous difficulties. But what I have written about the rain must not be taken as a hindrance to prosperity. It is just what is needed. "We have had a rainy week," we remarked, as we entered a comparatively empty church, to an eider one morning. The answer came promptly, "don't say a word, there's millions in it." After the gushing rain had been pouied, for a week, over the land, filling up streams that had been dry, and giving the soil a thorough soaking, we understood the meaning of our friend's remark. The treasures of the rain assured a full erop of cereals and the people were jubilant over the prospect of a large wheat haryest. This section of the country has in these annual rainfalls the advantage over Southern California where the grain fields have to be watered by irrigation, which involves considerable expense, and no small amount of skill and industry. KXC1TEMKNT. Everything here is pushed forward nnder a craze of excitement. We have seen much of it in our ehort stay on the coast. Some time in March one of the daily papers spread out in large type and wood cuts representing the scène, the shameful canard of the blowing up of the Nipsic by the Germán man-ofwar at Samoa. The people fairly ran wild. Down town streets were crowded with excited folks spoiling for a fight. The spirit of the old forty-niners was aroused and an army could have been gathered in a day to march somewhere to meet the enemy. War was in the air, but no one Btopped to think that San Francisco is entirely defenseless, and that a few hostile ships could sail into the Golden Gate and in short order destroy this unprotected city. The canard was a shameful one and who were the originators of the story is not known. _ Nothing could surpass the bitter things that were published here about a nation that has always been friendly to us, and is today on terms of peace with our goyernment. But we have witnessed other excitements on a broad scale. We have had and are now having a real estáte craze, and the people seern to be running wild in that line. Sand hills, and what we would cali in Michigan moantains, have been staked out into lots and boulevards, and weekly auctions are held bidding off at fabulous prices large sections of the city. They teil us in the papers that money is made by these investments but are careful not to inform us of the money that is lost. Then we have had a gold craze of which you have read. Crowds flocked to these new diggings only to come to grief, for there was no foundation on which to base these lying reports. The whole interest exploded in a short time, and the poor, hungry, and exasperated crowd was glaci to get away from the place into which they had been entrapped. PERSONAL. With us and our party all things are moving on pleasantly. Now that the rainy season is fairly over and the chilly weather is succeeded by bright and warm sunshine, we are taking advantage of it in short excursions. Oakland, Berkley, and other points across the bay have been visited and enjoyed. Yesterday we had with us at our temporary home, for the day, two of our good Ann Arbor neighbors, Mrs. Barry and her daughter, Mrs. Martha Otterwell. After lunch an enjoyable trip was taken to the Cliff House and the celebrated Sutre grounds. We go to San José to spend the Sabbath and before we return will take in the Lick observatory. We will visit among others a member of the Michigan University, Mrs. Washburn, who will be remembered as Miss Jessica Thompson. My letter is too long and I must close at once. San Francisco, April 26, 1889.