Mr. Joaquin Miller has been moved to indignation by the treatment which Oscar Wilde has received from his audiences in Western New York. He has written the following to Mr. Wilde:

No. 109 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET, NEW YORK, Feb. 9. My Dear Oscar Wilde: I read with shame about the behavior of those ruffians at Rochester at your lecture there. When I see such things here in the civilized portion of my country, and read the coarse comments of the Phillistine press, I feel like thanking God that my home lies three thousand miles further on, and in what is called the wilderness. Should you get as far as Oregon in your travels, go to my father's. You will find rest there, and room - as much land as you can encompass in a day's ride, - and I promise you there the respect due a stranger to our shores, to your attainments, your industry, and your large, generous and tranquil nature. Or should you decide to return here, and not bear further abuse, come to my housetop and abide with me, where you will be welcomed and loved as a brother. And bear this in mind my dear boy: The more you are abused the more welcome you will be. For I remember how kind your country was to me, and at your age I had not done one-tenth your work. May my right hand fail me when I forget this. But don't you lose heart or come to dislike America, for, whatever is said or done, the real heart of this strong young world demands and will have fair play for all. This sentiment is deep and substantial, and will show itself when appealed to. So go ahead, my brave youth, and say your say if you choose. My heart is with you, and so are the hearts of the best of America's millions.

Thine for the beautiful and true,

JOAQUIN MILLER.