boston lyceum bureau, no. 20 bromfield st.
james redpath. george l. fall
boston, Dec. 21 18 69.
Little sweetheart, I have the advantage of you at last. Often & over again your letters for me have been accumulating at some point distant from me while I have been fidgetting & doing without. But now for a day or two I have been forwarding my remarks to Elmira while my darling has been still vegetating in New York. And this one goes to Elmira, too. But I sent your father a telegram a little while ago to let you know that Joe Goodman & Mr. Seeley are in New York on their way to Elmira. Seeley is after the comfortable, berth of U. S. District Judge for the District of Nevada—an old friend of mine.1
I do hope Joe won’t get tight while he is here in the States, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. But he is a splendid fellow, anyhow.
I have written my sister in such a way that she will be almost sure to come to our wedding. I have promised to send my mother $500– in a short time—& I will pay my sister’s expenses too.
I talked last night in Canton, & had the hospitalities of Mr. Ames, (son of Oakes Ames the P.R.R. Mogul) inflicted on me—& it is the last time I will stop in a New England private house. Their idea of hospitality is to make themselves comfortable first, & leave the guest to get along if he can. No smoking allowed on the premises. The next New Englander that receives me into his house will take me as I am, not as I ought to be. To curtail a guest’s liberties & demand that he shall come up to the host’s peculiar self-righteous ideas of virtue, is simply pitiful & contemptible. I hate Mr. Ames with all my heart.2 I had no sleep last night, & must seek some rest, little sweetheart.3 Bless you my own darling, whom I love better & better & more & more tenderly every day.
Sam.
Miss Olivia L. Langdon | Elmira | N. Y. [return address:] boston lyceum bureau, no. 20 bromfield st. boston. [postmarked:] [boston mass.] dec. 21. [8.p.m.] [docketed by OLL:] Dec 21st 160th
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Once I was a hero. I can never forget it. It was
forty years ago, when I was a bashful young bachelor of thirty-two.
I lectured in the village of Hudson, New York, & was the
guest of the village parson, there being no hotel in the place. In
the morning I was summoned to the parlor for family worship. It
began with a chapter from the Old Testament,. Seated
elbow to elbow around the walls were the aged clergyman’s
family of young folks, along with twenty-one maidens &
youths from neighboring homes. I was pleasantly wedged between two
young girls—sweet & modest &
diffident lassies. The preacher read the first verse; a youth at his
left read the second; a girl at the youth’s left read the
third—& so on down, toward me. I ran my finger
down to my verse, purposing to familiarize myself with it,
& so that I could read it acceptably when
my turn came
‸should‸ come. I got a shock! It was one of those verses
which would make a graven image blush. I did not believe I could
read it aloud in such a company, & I resolved that I
would not try. Then I noticed that the poor girl at my left had put
her finger on that same verse & was showing signs of
distress. Was it her verse? Had I miscounted? I counted again,
& found it really was her verse, & not mine.
By this time it was my turn was come. I saw my chance to
be a hero, & I rose to the occasion: I braced up
& read my verse & hers too! I was proud of
myself, for it was as fine & grand as saving her from
drowning. (SLC 1907, 4–6) Entries in an 1879 notebook of Clemens’s indicate that the
embarrassing biblical verse was 2 Kings 18:27—“But
Rab-shakeh said unto them, Hath my master sent me to thy master, and to
thee, to speak these words? hath he not sent me to the men which sit on
the wall, that they may eat their own dung, and drink their own piss
with you?” (N&J2,
302–3).
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 433–435; LLMT, 128–29.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection, p. 586.
Emendations and textual notes:
boston mass. • [bosn] mass [.] [badly inked]
8.p.m. • [8].[p].[m.] [badly inked]