New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-10-27

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! more. If she had no beefsteak then l had
| none.
| Reporters it true that after having long
| promised your little daughter Maud a pres
| ent you sent her chain and locket of brass
worth twenty-five cents
| The poet-I don't think it was brass.
| The locket was something like this locIet
| Showing the reporter d small l0cket that
was attached to his watch chain. Maud
| will get this lGcket as soon as she is old
enough. It is very valuable, as you can
! see. Lady Charlotte Locker, the last OF
| the Bruces, gave it to me when was in
| London.
| Reporter-Tn an interview with reporter
| of the San Francisco Morning Cal Mrs.
Miller is represented as having said that
you wrote your Songs of the Sierras'' in
Grant county, Oregon.
The pOet-The statement is not correct.
| do not know myself where | wrote them.
| was roaming about for several years in the
Nilds of New Mexico, Nevada, and Califor-
| MIA, and while / was roaming among Indians
and bunting the deer, these poems were
written: l could not say myself where
wrote them.
Reporter-Your wife said in that inter
view that you gained all your knowledge Of
prairie and tropics from reading.
The poet-I crossed the plains when was
SIX months old, and have crossed them three
times since. l have been in the Isthmus, in
Peru, in Nicaragua-wandering all the time,
except when l was judge.
Reporter-Dirse Miller SAID You assumed
the name Joaquin, out of admiration for
Joaquin Murretta, the great bandit.
The poet (smiling)--l have never been
bandit. They called me joaquin because !
could ride fast horses, presume.
Reporter-She said in that interview thaE
you consider women silent angels.
The poet Laughing heartily she,
certainly, is not a silent angel.
Reporter = And that many, when you
were married, said it would have been bet
| ter it the bride were a corpse.
| The poet Laughing still Yes, and the
| bridegroom, too, l think; latter a pausej
| that is, if she had given me every evening
such lecture-I mean u lecture like the
one she delivered in public bitterly )-if, in
| stead of lecturing OF me, she had leGtured to
me. The very idea makes me shudder
Reporter-Is it true that you are not af-
fectionate2
The poet latter brief silence)-Affection
! is nv greatest weakness. Heavens! if I
| could but get people to give up the love fer
money, and make them love each other
make them love the glories Of art and ma
ture!
Reporter-F presume she meant Mat you
did not like women.
The poet-I love all humankind, all
wOmankind. Women are the better half
of the world. Man sails his ships for
woman, he fights his battles for woman.
Women move the world. How much l love
all humankind, all WOmankind
Reporters it true you became lame
only after having become famous, and
merely because you wanted to initiate BY
ron's walk?
The poet taking tremendous cane from
peg in the wall This is the cane | have
to carry. This leg is lame | can walk
without a cane, but at one time [ had
almost lost the use of this leg. AS for my
arm, look here. Put your finger in it.
This is the hole through which the bullet
passed Here is the other hole through
which it passed out. The hand is numb.
Reporters it true that you have no love
for children, not even your own?
The poet-Lt almost breaks my heart to
be away from my children, but a mother
as long as she deserves the name of woman
has a right to her children, and SO | have
left them with her. am never in car
when a boy offers me a paper but what |
buy all his papers, and give them back to 4
him, or something OF that sort love
children.
Reporter-fs your Maud a pretty child
The pOet-She is one of the most beauti-
full creatures on earth. | wish could show
you her picture. He looked for it in his
GIullhy puJ uHdlIS dDhuuUutLl Ills SGhEtu.i
RepOrter-Js Mrs. Miller handsome!
The poet-Yes, she is beautiful She is
of very poetic temperament, and when We
first met she was the better writer of the
two. She writes well yet, and may yet DO
something wonderful.
Here a chambermaid entered Mr.. Miller
said: Excuse me-" and she left, with "a
smile
The poet-Poor creatures! poor creatures!
These poor chambermaids all came to me
and tell me their stories, the histories of
their lives. The poor girl only gets So
month | know them all. They all come
to me and tell me Of their sutferings. Poor
creatures SADLY! This civilization is
monster.
Reporter-hfrs. Miller gives a very ro-
mantle account of your first meeting, of
your coming on the famous spotted horse l
The poet-Yes; l met her on the rim of
the sea. l do not care to give you an ex
tended account Of my c0urtship. Her &C
count will do for us both She is i'll that
business.
eporter-How did you win her affections7
The pOet-She liked me for the wild life
/ had led [ was then famous az a soldier. I
rode fast horses l battled with the Mexi- |
cans and the Indians, and lived in some
what romantic manner, ever shifting places. !
My fortune consisted of pair of pistols |
and my horse. | had the reputation of be-
ing the best pistol shot on the Pacific slope. |
Reporter-Do you intend ever to live
again in Oregon
The poet with enthusiastically may
say, after l have seen New Orleans and |
the Holy Land, | shall return to an humble |
rancho In the Sierras. There | shall pitch |
my tent and spend my life in some lonely |
spot Overhanging the Pacific Ocean |
Representations soon will You do this 2 |
The poet-I shall have done with my |
journeying in year. and when I am again |
amid the scenes OF my childhood l hope TO |
see you again. Come; | will teach you to I
ride and to shoot. l viii show you my |
brown women. /
Reporter-One question more. Do you |
ever intend to marry again'
The poet-Such a thought has not entered /!
my mind. [Laughing] No, in the words |
of Tennyson-
I will take some savage wonnan, she shall rear my
dusky race,
Iron joiuted, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, and
Trey shall run;
Catch tie wild goat by the hair, and hurl their
lanCes in the sun;
Whistle back the parrots call, and eap the rain
bows of the brooks,
Not with blinded eyesight pouring over miserable /
books.
Symptomaric.
The following society" an ecdote is just
imported from Brooklyn:
4 Republican and Democrat of that
city, standing together, saw approaching
man under the influence OF corn juice.
Said the Republican,:
II will bet s. that that man is Demo
crat."