Look who I found on the way to the Innovative Forum. This is who Princess Diana was named after – her great grandmother? I was googling Miller and found an article in the SF Call July 12, 1903. WOW!
There is not one mention of a Royal Person in all the archives of the City of Eugene and Springfield, because, it’s all about The Homeless, and Huge Obese Springfield Women – that have been famous for fifty years in my town. If anyone dare put on airs in front of them – they will BRING YOU DOWN!
CNN is doing a series on the Windsors – that should include this artistic royal woman, who is a close kin of the artist – Winston Churchill! Eugene and Springfield now have a dog in the hunt. But, they are happy with their Wizard of Oz Works Downtown – GAG! While the nation watches Prince William and Harry, our town will hold the yearly EATING CONTEST in order to prove the City Planers and Council have a right to ask for more money to FIX their cities, their Grifter Long Con. They read my blog. They know I got all the answers, and I live on $780 dollars a month. I would do ALL THEIR work, in a month.
Lady Diana Spencer, born in 1734, was the eldest daughter of Charles Spencer, 3rd Duke of Marlborough and The Honorable Elizabeth Trevor and the niece of Lady Diana Spencer above. As a young child, Lady Diana showed a talent for drawing as evidenced by a pastel sketch she made at age 11 which one of her brothers preserved at Blenheim Palace, the family home. As Lady Diana Beauclerk, she is known as one of most prominent aristocratic British artists of the late 18th century and created pencil sketches, watercolors, pastels, and etchings. Her designs were used on Wedgewood pottery and prints were made of her drawings making her work accessible to the public. Lady Diana also served as an illustrator for a number of books. The famed artist Sir Joshua Reynolds painted a portrait of her during 1764-1765 (above) and greatly admired her work.
JOAQUIN MILLER’S NEW POEM IS VIVID BUT NOT IDEALISTIC
JOAQUIN MILLER’S NEW POEM IS VIVID BUT NOT IDEALISTIC
JOAQUIN MILLER is a poet of surprises. That be Is a poet has been admitted even by the English critIce; that one can never anticipate
the mad course which his Pegasus will run finds ample confirmation in the last fruits of his unwearied pen, “As It “Was in the Beginning.” a didactic poem in ten cantos just from Robertson’s press. The nature poet of the Sierras, the painter of snow crag and mountain torrent herein manifests himself in the new light of a champion against the sociological evil of race suicide, so vigorously enunciated by that vigorous man who holds the highest place In the nation’s Government. In a prefatory note the poet declares that while Roosevelt was yet in swaidling clothes he was championing the cause which has recently pained weight by the oracular words from the White House. With a frank recognition of the impetus given to his theme by its latest advocate. Joaquin Miller sets Mmself to the task of upholding the hands of the President. What Roosevelt has said in all the baldness of a census bureau report the poet has endeavored to clothe with idyllic verse. “As It Was in the Beginning” is a heroic effort to revive In the painfully materialistic modern aspect of love and the relation of sex some essence of the romantic— a bit of the Idealistic which might soften the hard gray monotone of these evil times upon which we have fallen. The poet would introduce love songs on a Jute into a third-story Cat. accessible by an electric elevator.
Against the hollowness the poet finds in twentieth century wedded life Joaquin Miller has lifted up his voice. In no treble key is it pitched either. From the lofty crag of his inspiration the poet, like Carlyle’s clothes philosopher, fulminates upon the huddled pack of degenerate moderns. As a thread whereon to hang his didactic utterances the poet runs a slender wlfp of story through his poem. A great, strong man, true eon of the West, stands on the shores of the Golden Gate, looking outward to the stars of opportunity which beckon him ever farther. In the flame of his purpose he fails to heed the caresses of the maiden, his companion, who would keep him by her side. The poet carries his idealized hero to the ice fields of the north, there to fight for gold until the cruelty of nature brings him to death’s door. He is nursed to life by the maiden and learns to love her. It is the natural man, the man of Rousseau, whom Joaquin Miller makes his Weal— Rousseau’s – savage, tempered by th<? esthetic influences of all the world of poetry and thought which is our possession. The primal passion of love he would have thus:
But twst to love that lovfr Is Who lov*» a!l thing* beneath the sun. Th«-n fin<!s all fair thingi In Just one, /.nd find* all fortune in a kiss. How wisely born, how more than wi*e. How wiR«ly learned tnuct be that #oul Who loves ail t-arth. all Paradls*. All peoples, places. r»ole to twle. Yet In one kiss Includes the whole. As contrasted with this Arcadian ideal-ism the poet inveighs against the modern love, which considers offspring a misfortune and motherhood a millstone. 1 He says: God’ g pity for the thine of lust That bears a frail babe to be thrust Forth from her arms to alien thrall. As Ehutting out the light of day. As shutting off God’s very breath!
To love rightly Is then the poet’s message. In some of the passages of the poem where the charms of love are chanted Miller shakes down his hoary locks and waxes Byronlc. The poem is aglow with artistic coloring. The shifting scenes of the Golden Gate, the Klondike. Honolulu and Japan give a wide canvas to his brush. In verse form, which is as a rule metrically happy. Miller gives some wonderfully vivid pictures.
Possibly the finest of his portraitures depicts the frozen north In the clutch of winter, where the vividness of the picture needs only the stage green calcium to complete the effect. The scenes of the poem show that Miller can wander away from the Sierras and still please. “As It Was in the Beginning” is not a great poem; it is a very good one. Its name will never live for the philosophy it teaches, fcr that is nothing but old sentiments revamped. But it will be eagerly read for the beauty, the riotous color of its verse.
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The question of what constitutes value In a rare edition Jias been raised indirectly by Messrs. Methuen. who are publishing an illustrated pocket library of plain and colored books. The binding is of unadorned red. with those paper labels which are always dear to a man who loves his bookshelves. The specialty of this series consists in the fact that it contains fac simile reproductions of the illustrations which accompanied the literary matter in the first Instance. The current volume, for Instance, Is “Handley Cross,” by R. S. Surtees. and with It are found seventeen colored plates and 100 woodcuts by Leech. In many cases Messrs. Methuen have paid very heavy sums indeed for single copies of originals containing the illustrations which are to be made familiar to the present generation.
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Whatever Justification may be found for publishing on Japanese paper a limited edition of one hundred copies, at one guinea each, in which the plates will represent the utmost that color printing can achieve, the venture Is certainly a bold one, the works selected being better known to experts than to the general public.
One of the big art books of the coming season will be “The Life of Lady Diana Beauclerk,” by Mrs. Stewart Erskine. which Fisher Unwln will publish. Lady Diana was the elder daughter of Charles, second Duke of Marlborotijth, and was twice married, her first husband being Frederick, Lord Bollngbroke, and her second Topham Beauclerk, the famous wit. It was after this second marriage that much of her better known -artistic work was done. She decorated rooms, designed for Wedgwood and drew for Bartolozzi. The volume will contain reproductions of many of her pictures.
Lady Dilke .will contribute to an illustrated work ‘about to be published by Messrs. Goupll dealing with the objets d’art at Hertford House. That volume will be a handsome production, as may be assumed from the subscription price of $200. There will be very fine illustrations of the Ivory and wood carvings, of the Limoges enamels, of the bronzes, the Sevres porcelain and the decorative French furniture of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. The main portion of the text wil be written by M. Emile Moliner, honorary keeper of the National Museum of France.
Nearly two hundred women met at the Women Writers’ dinner on Monday evening at the Criterion. Mrs. J. R. Green, who occupied the chair, made an amusing speech, in which she contrasted the old and new women. Lady Jehangir, who spoke for the East, said the Oriental view of the duties and position of women might be summed up in the reply of. a little girl who, when asked what she would like to be, replied, “A mamma.” Among the women writers present were Mrs. Clifford, Mrs. L. T. Meade, Miss Violet Hunt, Mrs. Andrew Lang, Miss Alma Tadema, Miss Wordsworth, Mrs. Belloc-Lowndes and Lime. Belloc.
Reason for Extra Charge.
The winter has been unusually severe, and the lake from which the ice company gathered its crop was frozen to a much greater depth than usual. “I suppose, colonel,” remarked a citizen to the president of the company one cold morning, “that you won’t ‘charge us so much for our ice next summer as ycu did last. You’re getting a tremendous crop.” “\v* e may have to charge more,” stiffly replied the president. “Think of the trouble and expense involved in cutting ice three feet thick!”— Youth’s Companion. •
JOAQUIN MILLER. THE AGED POET OF THE SIERRAS. WHO ESSAYS TO UPHOLD PRESIDENT ROOSEVELTS HANDS IN THE PROMULGATION OF THE ANTI-RACE SUICIDE THEORY.