Hartford, Jan. 26.
My Dear Howells: 1
When Mrs. Clemens read your letter she said: “Well, then, wherever they go, in March, the direction will be southward & so they must give us a visit on the way.” I do not know what sort of control you may be under, but when my wife speaks as positively as that, I am not in the habit of talking back & getting into trouble. Situated as I am, I would not be able to understand, now, how you could pass by this town without feeling that you were running a wanton risk & doing a daredevil thing. I consider it settled that you are to come in March, & I would be sincerely sorry to learn that you & Mrs. Howells feel differently about it.
The piloting material has been uncovering itself by degrees, until it has exposed such a huge hoard to my view that a whole book will be required to contain it if I use it. So I have agreed to write the book for Bliss. I won’t to be able to run the articles in the Atlantic later than the September number, for the reason that a ‸subscription‸ book issued in the fall is worth $10,000 more to me than ‸has a much larger sale than‸ if issued at any other season of the year. It is funny when I reflect that when I originally wrote you & proposed to do from 6 to 9 articles for the magazine, the vague thought in my mind was that 6 might exhaust the material & 9 would be pretty sure to do it. Or rather it seems to me that that was my thought,—can’t tell at this distance. But in truth 9 chapters don’t now seem to more than open up the subject fairly & start the yarn to wagging.2
I’ve been sick abed ‸several days,‸ for the first time in 21 years.3 How little confirmed invalids appreciate their advantages. I was able to read the English edition of the Greville Memoirs through without interruption, take my meals in bed, neglect all business without a pang, & smoke 18 cigars a day.4 I try not to look back upon these 21 years with a feeling of resentment, & yet the partialities of Providence do seem to me to be slathered around (as one may say) without that gravity & attention to details which the real importance of the matter would seem to suggest. However, there are so many things to attend to & look after in a universe so unnecessarily large as this one, that after all, the real o wonder is that more people are not overlooked than are.
I have just received some pictures of the Madam—not astonishingly good, but I can get her to a gallery only once in 4 years, & so am pretty glad to have any at all. I am sure you said you wanted one, & promised us Mrs. Howells’s & the children’s, too—so I venture to enclose one & look for the fulfillment of your oath. I’m afraid to send one to Aldrich lest he’ll be dreading another deluge!5
Yrs Ever
Mark
P. S.—Look here! Yes, it will do to let [ my me] know by the middle of February, & then I do hope you will decide to make the steamboat trip. Of course you mustn’t go if Mrs. Howells’s desires should remain in any degree against it, for that would impair your enjoyment of it too much, & hers likewise—but I will live in the [ H ] hope that Providence will delvelop an interest in this expedition, & if that once occurs the thing will clip right along to the entire satisfaction of all parties concerned. You mark my words.6
S. L. C.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Howells presumably was laboring to meet Atlantic Monthly responsibilities. In a 24 January
letter to his father, he reported himself “stalled” on the history of Venice that he long contemplated, both
as a book and as a series of articles, but never completed (see Howells: 1979, 55–56 n. 2; 1980, 37 n. 1).
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L6, 356–58; MTL, 246–47, with omission; MTHL, 1:61, 62–63, postscript printed as a separate letter; Kiralis, 2, excerpt.
Provenance:see Howells Letters in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
my me • mye
H • [partly formed]