There were devout men and true women in early San Francisco, who, in the midst of "a crooked generation," kept themselves pure and "unspotted from the world." And is it not true that men can hold fast their crown, that no man take it from them, if only they will make use of the grace of God?
God has His faithful witnesses in every place, in every age, no matter how corrupt.

There are the "seven thousand" who do not bow the kneel to Baal, there are the faithful "few names" even in Sardis who do not defile their garments with the world.

San Francisco had them in those days of special temptation, brave and noble souls who could say with Sir Galahad: "My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure." In this strength they rose up and purged the place, even though as difficult as a labour of Hercules.

The men of the Vigilance Committee will ever live in song and story.

Even up in the mountains in the gold mines of El Dorado county and elsewhere the spirit of the men of San Francisco was at work in the camps.