San Francisco June 22, 1878. Blank book, 7.5 x 5", diced gilt-ruled calf, unnumbered blue lined blank pages only partially filled-in, spine gone, leather covers skinned unevenly, unned, scratched -- covers a real disaster; inner hinges cracked, pages spotted but with 30 pages of beautifully written manuscript poetry (in two hands?), identified on "title page" in ink, and with another identification on fep "Lulene Haquette, 4, 27, 79 California, A.D. 1879". Nice Victorial poetry, with several dealing with money ("A Dollar or Two", "My Empty Purse", etc.) and the first poem is a wonderfully descriptive work entitled "The Golden Gate" describing ships sailing into San Francisco Bay ("The air is chill and the day grows late, And the clouds come in through the Golden Gate…"). A neat look into a 19th Century San Franciscan's mind.