Title:
Letter from John Muir to [A. H.] Sellers, 1895 Feb 11.
Creator:
John Muir
Publisher:
Clifton Waller Barrett Library of American Literature, Special Collections, University of Virginia Library . Please contact
this institution directly to obtain copies of the images or permission to publish or use them beyond educational purposes.
Contributor:
[A. H.] Sellers
Date:
1895 Feb 11
2008
Type:
Text
Format:
Image/jpeg2000
Identifier:
muir08_0826-md-1
Source:
Original letter dimensions unknown.
Language:
eng
Coverage:
Martinez, [Calif.]
Rights:
Copyrighted
The unpublished works of John Muir are copyrighted by the Muir-Hanna Trust. To purchase copies of images and/or obtain permission
to publish or exhibit them, see
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Muir-Hanna Trust
1984
Transcription:
newspaper clipping Keith's Latest Picture. William Keith, the noted artist, has just completed for the Press Club a large
and very handsome landscape picture of something like the former picture presented by him which was burned in the Pine street
rooms, but much more comprehensive and finer in detail. It represents a tangled forest, in which are great live oaks like
those seen about Menio. In the opening far away the sunlight bursts through, showing a herd of cattle under some of the great
trees, while in another part are a number of women. The brown wild grass about the woods, the poppies and buttercups and the
varied tints of the sky all go to make up a typical California scene. The picture is six and a half by three feet in size
and is valued, even at the present low prices for art work, at 2000. Martinez Feb. 11, 1895. Dear Sellers: Last Thursday
I sent off Glaciers, Friday went to the city saw Keith. He is quite well again, of course quite wild, painting charming pictures,
mumbling about money like a brook lost in weeds. In particular he has painted some lovely small pictures which you must see
when you come back. They are perfect little poems. Wonder the growling sinner could do it. What dreadful weather has been
scourging the other side of the continent. Think how poor Chicago Lake Michigan has been lashed thrashed. while for weeks
we have been bathed in sunshine larksong, all the days. homogeneous masses of purple gold. Surely your headaches must now
be charmed away-- your health--be as bright as the weather. Hoping this is so I am every faithfully yours John Muir