Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1883-10-28
JOAQuIN -DIsA0REEABLE.


through the New England cities
and writing up his impressions Of them
for metropolitan papers. These descrip.
tions have been harsh and bitter and
weird-as strange in tone and wording as
some OF his earlier poetic efforts. He is
ar cratic, but strong man, and his pic
lures of life in the old New England
States, especially of the Hub" Boston,
are graphic. We do not hesitate to say
that he gets his inspiration by looking
always or tie reverse Of things a. they
actually are in hat city. He might
have written eve more readable letters
if he had chosen to tell many truths Of
New England which are to her credit.
But he did not choose that. Ugly things
are easier to say, and more acceptable to
the public, which loves sensation. So he
doubtless thought.
Even the revered Common" Of old
Boston he did not spare. On the con-
trary, said he:
Read Of it, love it from afar of, but
don't come to see it on a hot Summer
twilight, for at that season and at that
hour it is common" indeed. / tell you
they did not burn all the witches in the
old days on the Boston Common. Or
were their ashes scattered, as traditional
dragons teeth?
l was appalled, at the immortality Of
this great city and center of American
culture. Mark you l am NO saint. Born
and bred far away from Boston, | have
had little chance at school or anywhere
else. Banged about and busy all the
time, l have gone sadly to seed; but l
like purity, however impure / may be
myself. And, by the way, I am not in
question now. We are discussing i'm
moral Boston Common, where they
burned the witches, whipped the
Quakers, and roasted the negroes, till the
Council forbade it, and put it On record
that ''the burning of the negro sent a
smell upon the town like unto roast
pork, and it must not be done more"
OF course, Boston Common, where the
trees are, away down further in the
newer part, too, where the flowers are,
where nature is, where God is, is a per-
feet place; but here where man is. or
rather where woman is, this muddy,
dirty margin of the river of humanity
this mall It is q market. 1t is q
shameless market of shame-this mall,
this peopled part Of Boston at twilight.
For these possibly just but cruel say
ings he got the lash from the Boston
press.
He neither apologies nor ~retracts,
however, but in a letter to the New
York Star he says that he sees that all
New England is pounding him for that
Tewksbury letter of his, which created
so much indignation throughout Massa-
chusetts. Miller says he meant only
good, and continues: "If you were to
60 as a missionary to the Cannibal ISL
ands you would in the first place tell the
people of their sins, would you not !
Well, l meant only to do a little mis-
sionary business OF my wi account. If
l wasted my time I'm sorry. Possibly
l do owe New England an apology, as a
Connecticut paper has said. So I here
apologize. I humbly apologize for not
returning and writing q second letter,
and telling not only the truth but the
whole truth. As for stringent little
Connecticut, / think of her with singu-
lar memories and emotions. Some years
ago was, for a brief spell, the guest Of
her Governor. / did not stay long, be-
cause q murder Of the most remarkable
kind happened in the edge of the town.
1t was hushed up-called a suicide or
something of that sort, if I remember
rightly. But the most horrible, the
most utterly haunting things were wits.
pered about that girls death that you
can conceive. Well, in time Mary Stan
nard was murdered and hid away in the
grass, and the famous Hayden trial was
had. Then pretty Jenny Cramer was
killed and hidden away somewherel
Then Rose Amber was killed and hid.
den away by a wall! Well, now, if you
want to pound anybody, pound those
murderers, and if you want them, look
among your learned and emeddlesome
men-aye, your professors Of Yale, may
be-as they looked among the professors
Of Harvard for the murderer of DR.. Park.
man; and let me alone when l try to do
good"
A SUGG ESTION OF "sOAP."