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Show THE "BYROX" OF THE S1EBHAS. But a short time ago there appeared in tho California papers a romantic and poetical description of tho first love of that "great and celebrated" poet, Joaquin Miller. Charms and embellishments were elaborately lavished lav-ished upon the tale of the Indian maiden, beautiful as an angel's dream; the ripcniDg love, and the forest nuptials, when The hills wore brown, the heavens blue, And a woodpecker pounded a pine top shell. In shoit, the whole story, through the honeymoon to the poet's most practically practi-cally poetical desertion of the maid with the deep dark eyes and raven hair, was written up regardless of aught but praise of the hero of the Sierras. And now comes Mrs. Joaquin Miller, the second love, and another instance of the 'greai" poet's disregard disre-gard of nuptial vows, with a lecture in which she quietly lowers Joaquin to his proper level, whence he may bray till the crack of doom without with-out awakening tho Byrooio echoes he to arduously endeavours to call forth. Joaquin, according to Mrs. M, 'eft home at the soft and sappy age of lourteen, during which period the litt'o episode with tho first love came in. After a proper number of years he n;a:rkd Mrs. Miller, the second love, became a poetic legal editor in the wotdi, aped lord Byron, starved his wife t j make her pale and inte-riirjf, inte-riirjf, produced a rehash of lady B:essingt5n's life of Byron, in which ho &ub;;ruted hU own name for that of the cu'.hor of Childe UaruM, and finally deserted his bceond love in much thj same w ay he did the Indian g rl, and devoted himself to tho maou-lacturo maou-lacturo of plagiarized and machine ground poetry in which he has become a myLilijjQt success. Marvelous, in-decl, in-decl, ia humbug, and immense are the niuber of believers therein. We tbr-b.'ar tbr-b.'ar hinting at the deserts which the imuortdl gLQtleman merits. |