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48<br />

intoning, “The collection will now be taken.”<br />

He then welcomed the entrepreneurial Hubbard,<br />

declaring, “Ben said you were coming, but<br />

preachers are such damn liars.” 21<br />

Given the centrality of religion to the social and<br />

literary life of early Alameda County, it is apt<br />

that Miller’s first documented social outing was<br />

sponsored by Charles and Lucia Woodbury in<br />

the summer of 1887. The Woodburys invited the<br />

poet, the Irishes, and the Wendtes to meet the<br />

simpatico Reverend John K. McLean and his wife<br />

of the Congregational Church. 22 Charles’s ties<br />

with the Unitarian sect came naturally. Born in<br />

Massachusetts, but raised partially in Michigan,<br />

he returned to his native state to attend Williams<br />

College, where he became a disciple of the eminent<br />

thinker and onetime Unitarian minister,<br />

Ralph Waldo Emerson. Their acquaintance lasted<br />

on and off for five years. At the time of his Oakland<br />

entertainment, Woodbury, head of a growing<br />

family and president of a varnish company, was<br />

writing a book about his life-changing relationship<br />

with Emerson twenty years earlier. For the<br />

remainder of his life, besides playing the violin<br />

and penning the occasional religious poem and<br />

book review, this devout Unitarian gave lectures<br />

on the Concord philosopher and his circle. 23<br />

It was to this learned patriarch’s warm and welcoming<br />

household that Miller repaired—“wet,<br />

dripping, draggled, muddy hands and face, torn<br />

clothes, and worn-out body and mind from my<br />

long walk and contact with wire fences”—en<br />

route to speak at the First Presbyterian Church.<br />

Along with his fire and “sundry cups of hot tea,”<br />

Miller, in kind with the audiences who gathered<br />

for his friend’s talks, would have valued Woodbury’s<br />

New England associations. During one<br />

of his several trips to Boston, he wrote Abbie<br />

and their daughter, Juanita, that he had visited<br />

Longfellow’s grave and was going to the “classic<br />

ground” of Concord and Lexington. 24<br />

<strong>California</strong> History • volume <strong>90</strong> number 1 2012<br />

The three compatriots—Woodbury, Irish, and<br />

Miller—arrived in <strong>California</strong> about the same<br />

time. Although all were individuals of some<br />

significance, Woodbury was, for the most part,<br />

a private figure. Miller, a prolific writer with a<br />

national reputation to maintain, required a degree<br />

of isolation to do his work. In contrast, Irish, the<br />

poet’s most intimate ally, was 95 percent in the<br />

public eye. Now forgotten but at the time judged<br />

one of <strong>California</strong>’s “most picturesque public<br />

figures,” he deserves separate treatment. 25<br />

literary liaiSonS<br />

Keeping very quiet, for understandable reasons,<br />

about her religious preferences (she was the<br />

daughter of the younger brother of Joseph Smith,<br />

the founder of Mormonism 26 ), Ina Coolbrith was<br />

judged by Harr Wagner as Miller’s closest literary<br />

friend. Without a doubt, she was his longestrunning<br />

female friend. This much-esteemed<br />

figure in the <strong>California</strong> pantheon of writers was<br />

a beautiful young woman of twenty-nine when<br />

the Indiana-born poet first met her in 1870 during<br />

the second of his early visits to San Francisco.<br />

Miller had come to her attention the previous<br />

year with the receipt at the Overland Monthly<br />

offices of the slim book of verse Joaquin, et al.<br />

A divorcée and transplant from Los Angeles,<br />

Coolbrith, herself a contributor to the journal,<br />

urged editor Bret Harte to review the curious<br />

submission from the backwoods Oregon judge.<br />

When, following the review’s appearance, Miller<br />

himself arrived at the journal’s offices, Coolbrith<br />

kindly took charge of the newcomer. Almost<br />

twenty years later, still single and guardian to her<br />

orphaned niece and nephew, she lived in a modest<br />

house on Webster Street, not far from her<br />

job as Oakland’s—and the state’s—first public<br />

librarian.<br />

Miller owed this attractive colleague more than<br />

one debt. He was en route to greater arenas of<br />

glory when he spent a day with Coolbrith gathering<br />

olive branches in Marin County to make a

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