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O attempt to limn a sketch of Sam Simpson is to attempt that which, were he with us today, he would himself concede to be impossible. He did not understand himself—how then could others understand his complex nature?

From a worldly point of view Sam Simpson was, not a success, and had he been asked the cause he would have unhesitatingly replied, "Sam Simpson." He was conscious of his own failing's, and allowed that consciousness to humble his pride, kill his aggressiveness and dull his aspirations.

His mind was a storehouse of beautiful thoughts, and a liberal education and much reading fitted him to express those thoughts in significant and rythmic words.

He was the son of a pioneer family of Oregon, his father being the Hon. Ben Simpson. His life was passed amid the beautiful scenery of Oregon, the glory of which he has so often portrayed. He attended the district schools of Clackamas and Polk counties until the age of 15, when, together with his brother, he was sent to Willamette University, from which institution he graduated in 1866 with the degree of A. B. He then studied law, and was admitted to the bar, practicing his professeion for a short time very successfully. Perhaps in the law he might have achieved success, as the world estimates it, for he was possessed of a quick and tenacious mind, and while he was not a brilliant orator, he had the faculty of presenting his argument in a logical and concise manner. His large acquaintance with men and affairs in this state would have insured him honor in the legal profession had he been of the slow, prodding temperament necessary to the practice of law in a small community. But such temperament was not his. Since his college days, and even before, he had written much that bore evidence of practical genius and literary ability. "He therefore turned to the mere congenial field of journalism.

That move was a dismal failure and a brilliant success. A failure, inasmuch as he chose the wrong location and the wrong sphere in which to exercise his talents. As editor and proprietor of the Corvallis Gazette, with all the varied and petty details incident to the duties of a country editor, and with his temperament averse to detail, diametrically opposed to plodding business, he courted failure and met the inevitable. Had he gone to the centres of population and sold the product of his brain he would have reaped the wealth and fame others less gifted than himself have garnered.

The move was a success in that it gave to us much of the best literature, both poetry and prose ever produced in this state, and Oregon is the richer for his effort. Afterwards he was engaged at various times, as a writer on Pacific Coast papers, and as editor for Bancroft & Co. on their series of school readers and History of the Pacific Coast. Meanwhile he wrote many poems of much merit, but made no effort to obtain either financial returns or recognition for his work.

The question may very well be asked, why, if his work was meritorious, did he not win the position others of talent have won? The answer is best given perhaps in nearly his own words. When asked one day by the writer why he did not publish his poetry in a volume, and strive for the fame and incident financial reward, he answered: "I have not even a copy of my poems. I have never written