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Struck by the hand of God! SoGod's existence ail their lives, the seeging down in its deep recoil their lives and habitations An earthquake! Its irresistible rise and fall s more powerless than insects,--their houses and possessions have less stability than the spider's hich swings its frail threads across broken colue of stone,--and terror, ht face to face with the dire cruelty of natural forces, which fro mankind

Struck by the hand of God!--and with ahills of the beautiful stretch of land in Southern California, in the centre of which the "Plaza" hotel and sanatoriunisable,--the earth was torn asunder and thrown into vast heaps--great rocks and boulders were tuhts of confusion, and, for miles around, towns, camps and houses were laid in ruins The scene was one of absolute horror,--there was no language to express or describe it--no word of hope or cohten the blackness of despair and loss

Gangs of men were at relief work as soon as they could be su the dead, and rescuing the dying whose agonised cries and moans reproached the Power that made them for such an end,--and perhaps as terrible as any other sound was the savage roar and rush of a loosened torrent which ca furiously down froreat canon beyond the site where the Plaza had stood,--a canon which had beco of the rocks, thus giving free passage to aters that had before been ie The persistent rush of the flood filled every inch of space with sound of an awful, even threatening character, suggesting further devastation and death

Thecrushed corpses from under the stones that had fallen upon them, were al claest; and sohtful ether and dropped froue and exhaustion into unconsciousness, despite the heroic encourageencies Late afternoon found hi aid, with the assistance of two or three Catholic priests ent about seeking to co "the line between"