The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-11-29

from the >. i. Chronicle. Noy. I5.l
JoAQUfN's WIFE.
Minnie Myrtle Miller Again on tho Ros-
tram.
Mrs. Minnie Myrtle Miller delivered
her second lecture on joaquin Nil.
Ter, the Poet and the Man" 10 an au.
dience OF about three hundred per-
sons, in Pacific Hall last evening
The lecture was delivered IN n clear,
ringing tone, aud dabonn9ed in the most
delicate satire. Her sarcastic allnsions
TO her illusirious aud romantic liege
were highly appreciated by her hear
ers, and so sharp anil cutting was the
vein of wit and satire running all
through il that the audience was kept
in continual smiles aud good humor.
Punctually at B o'clock the lecturess
emerged from the waiting and
ascended the rostrum with u quick,
decisive step. Her appearance was
greeted with applause, which she ac-
knowledgcd with graceful bow
She was nttircd III u modest dress
of black silk, with white lace mauye,
and delicate pink knot a, her throat.
Her hair fell IN long flowing curls
down her back aud shoulders aud her
hands were cncased in white kid
gloves.
A PRELfMISARY APOLOGY.
She unrolled her manuscript, ar
ranged il on the table before her and
began her lecture, speaking in a clear,
quick tone, aud AL earnest manner -
She began by appologizlng Tor her APP
pcaraucc before San Francisco audi.
eiice again, aud returning her thanks
for the warm aud hearty reception
she had met with III this city whc: she
WIS au entire stranger. Having
briefly explained the hard neccssit y
which drove her 10 enter the lecture
field in the hope OF ginning support
for herself and her helpless children,
aud assured her hearers thft d,stasic.
tul Is il WAS 10 her she gladly made,
the sacrifice III order that her babies
might not go hungry. she turned her
attention to the sni,ject of her lecture.
She said | think l know whereof /
speak VIXEN ! speak OF Joaquin Nil.
Ter. When speak of the Poet of the
Sierras speak OF one greater than /,
the iatchets of whose shoes am not
worthy 10 loosen. lie is very sen.
siblc man, n wise man, practical
/ man, ahd he will view this matter in
n common sense way. lie was al.
ways very axmious about 1iscouraging
me whenever hc thought would MOI
succeed, aud this was wise and neces.
sary. OF course il he sees that | am
likely 10 iail in this business he will
condemn me for il with his usual
earncstncss: bnt il he sees that am
likely 10 succeed, | know his nature
well enough to know that he will
proifcr his kindly assistance in getting
up the lccturcs--and, consent 10 share
| i'll the profits"
| THE VENERABLE ESSSARER.
She referred To an article published
in one of the newspapers recently in
which she was styled venerable en-.
snarer Of the poets affections, and
purporling to show how, rs she said
the guilcless young poet came down
from The Sicrras, fresh from his wig
wan fires, To be ensnared by n woman
many years younger than he and muci
more inexperienced. She sketcl,ed
the life of the poet in the mines where
he wheeled dirt and shoveled slum
for one month when flood washed
away all the fruits of his labor aud ht
threw up mining business III disgust,
aud after roaming the wild woods fol
n while he went TO editing n 'newspa
per. But perhaps his greatest mis-
fortune was his meeting with the ven
cradle snar,r of Point Blanco. lie
grew tired of writing editorials, grew
tired of all labor and told the printer,
he must go to the sea coast for hi.
health.
TIL. PINTO PEGASUS.
So one morning he mounted hi.
spotted courser that stood inpatient,
waiting for his rider, and, kissing hi.
hand to smiling widow who stood
at the door, rode gracefully toward
the west. Never was there a NOR,
graceful rider, and never one who wa.
prouder of his horsemanship. Ii,
rode on through the shadow of The
deep woods, past the Three Sisters
through the narrow valley of the
Umpqua, with its yellow stnbbls
fields and its faded orchards, towar.
tho sea. The scenery was grand and
inspiring, and the poet, gazing on it,
beauties, became oblIvious OF all else
and the spotted courser led hin
astray. AT night the editor of III,
Eugene City Register was lost in th,
mountains. IL was nothing to him Il
encamp in the woods within blankets
and next morning he found the trai
and ut nightiall arrived on the bluf
overlooking her home. She thei
gave very beautiful and poetic de
scriptition of her home in the fisher
mans cottage by the seaside. HI
rode up to the door, leaping the spot
ted horse over the logs that lay
in front OF the house, and dismounted
removing his ponderous spurs thai
| made hisT heels an divnifiad She de