Arizona republican., 1913-03-20
The Secret of Happiness

CThe following is from essay by
 Joaquin Miller published in the New York Inde-
 pendent a number of years ago It is reprinted
 in the current issue of the Independent.
 The poem "Evangeline" is succession of pictures. I read .Evangeline but once-it is of time to look twice at sunset; but l believe can every picture in that poem as dis tnctly if had been the unhappy Acadian, for here the author has called in all the clements that go o make up perfect poem. When the great epic of this solid Saxon tongue comes to be written it will embrace all that this poemembraces New and unnamed lands; ships the sea; the still deep water hidden away in a deep and Voceless continent; the fresh and fragrant wilderness; the curling smoke of the campfire; action movement journeys: the presence, the inspiring presence of woman; the ennoblng sentiment of love, devotion. and devotion to the death; faith and hope and charity; and all in the open air, under the bent arch of heaven
 great poem will be confined in paroT. fashioned from city. There is not room for it there. You might as well try to grow a California pine in the shell of peanut. Homer's odyssey" of which have grown books enough to cover the earth, owes its immortality to all this and it's outdoor exercise.
 When this land is once more wilderness and language has perished from the earth far as guess there is living Saxon poet will dure the consuming fire translation. like the old Creeks except perhaps Walt Whitman. e be made more rugged rough than he is. and there is for him large probability of polish in translation.
 I riding alone over the mountains 0 Durango. in North Mexico when I overtaken by what l thought be robbers. There escaping them--there but this mountain road climbing the back of the great. steep rugged mountain: and I did the best I could joined them and fell into conversation with the leader, half expecting all the time be dered.
 At last climbed lofty summit and looked down the rich valley, with it's cool water winding through it. this black, looking Mexican refined his mule, lifted his hat and, ing the valley. exclaimed: Que hermosa, How beautfu!" I felt fear after that We slept together that night and he told me. this could not read, many pretty things for my book
 To these poets; these lovers of the beautiful: these silent thinkers: these mighty mounaineers away from the rush and the of commerce; these men who have strength and the divine audacity to think and themselves-to these men. who dare to have a heart enthusiasm who love the beautiful world that Creator made for them. look for the leaven Of loaf
 Would like know secret of happiness sea; secret that merchant prince was ever cret of happiness is the appreciation the beauti- ful in nature the appreciation of Gods unwritten poetry An! you are disappointed You expected me to tell you how to make fortune, how to be come famous Do be mistaken The secret of happiness is the love of the beautiful: secret of happiness is the appreciao of unwrtten poetry
 would say: Learn to book of na- ture every day around you--al open before YOU; and then the books of men will be simple things The greater includes less.
 Love and comprehend beauty: then you will love and comprehend the world.