wyoming valley hotelj. b. stark, prop’r.
wilkes-barre, pa., 187
Boston, Nov. 1. PM.
Livy darling, it was a bad night, but we had a packed house, & if the papers say any disparaging things, don’t you believe a single word of it, for I never saw a lecture go off so magnificently before. I tell you it made me feel like my old self again. I wanted to talk a week. People say Boston audiences ain’t responsive. People lie. Boston audiences get perfectly uproarious when they get started. I am satisfied with to-night.1
“Hope” & my other little Auburndale friend, Bessie, were there, in front seats.2 They sent me a note beforehand to say so, but in the confusion after the lecture I missed seeing them. I have just written them a note urging them to visit us the first time they come to Hartford—& to let us know when they arrive, & we’ll meet them at the depot & take them home & make everything jolly for them. Remember this & act accordingly in case I am away.
I am going to lunch with Ralph Keeler, Thomas Bailey Aldrich & one or two others tomorrow,3—& tomorrow night I talk in Exeter, N. H.
Will send you my new list tomorrow, if they’ve got it ready.4
Your Easton & Reading letters are here.
Will try & remember to send you some money for the Hookers tomorrow.5
I’ve a perfect feast of [letters ] (& socks) from you tonight, darling— God bless you my dearest love, my precious wife.
Saml.
Mrs. Samℓ. L. Clemens | Cor. Forest & Hawthorne | Hartford | Conn. [postmarked:] [boston ] mass. nov. 22 pm
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Ralph had little or nothing to do, & he often went out
with me to the small lecture-towns in the neighborhood of
Boston. These lay within an hour of town, & we usually
started at six or thereabouts, & returned to the city in
the morning. It took about a month to do these Boston annexes,
& that was the easiest & pleasantest month of
the four or five which constituted the “lecture
season.” . . . Ralph Keeler was pleasant company on my lecture-excursions
flights out of Boston, & we had plenty of good talks
& smokes in our rooms after the committee had escorted us
to the inn & made their good-night. (SLC 1898, 5, 14) The 2 November lunch may have been the memorable occasion
attended by Clemens, Keeler, Aldrich, Howells, publisher James T.
Fields, and Bret Harte, later described by Howells in three separate
accounts. In a letter of 7 May 1902 to Aldrich, Howells recalled: That lurid lunch which the divine Keeler gave us out
of his poverty at Obers, where the beefsteak with shoe-pegs (your
name for the champignons) came in together with the flattened omelette soufflé, looms before my
dim eyes, and I see Harte putting his hand on Clemens’s
sealskin shoulder, and sputtering out, “This is the dream
of his life,” while Fields pauses from his cursing
can-of-peaches story,—O me, O my! (Howells 1928, 2:156–57) According to Howells, the lunch was Clemens’s
introduction to the Boston circle, which had already warmly accepted
Harte. Harte’s “fleering” comment was
acknowledged by a “glance from under Clemens’s
feathery eyebrows which betrayed his enjoyment of the fun”
(Howells 1910, 6–7; see
also Howells 1903, 156). If the 2
November lunch was indeed the gathering at Louis P. Ober’s
restaurant on Winter Place, then it may have been the first public
evidence of a reconciliation between Clemens and Harte (see 26 Nov 70 to
Webb and 7 June–28 Sept 71 to Harte; Walker, 138–42; Howells 1874; Howells 1900, 275–79; SLC 1898, 1; Boston Directory 1871, 528, 835).
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 484–486; LLMT, 362, brief paraphrase.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
letters • ll letters
boston • [bon] [badly inked]