Dec. 18.
My Dear Aldrich:
I read the Cloth of Gold through, coming down in the cars, & it is just lightning poetry—a thing which it gravels me to say because my own efforts in that line have remained so persistently unrecognized, in consequence of the envy & jealousy of this generation.1 Baby Bell always seemed perfection, before, but now that I have children it has got even beyond that. About the hour that I was reading it in the cars, Twichell was reading it at home & forthwith fell upon me with a burst of enthusiasm about it when I saw him. This was pleasant, because he has long been a lover of it.2
“Thos. Bailey Aldrich responded” etc., “in one of the brightest speeches of the evening.”
That is what the Tribune correspondent says. And that is what everybody that heard it said. Therefore, you keep still. Don’t ever be so wise unwise as to go on trying to unconvince these people.3
I’ve been skating around the place all day with some girls, with Mrs. Clemens in the window to do the applause. There would be a power of fun in [ na ]skating if you could do it with somebody else’s [muscles. There ]are about twenty boys booming by the house, now, & it is mighty good to look at.4
I’m keeping you in mind you see, in the matter of photographs. I have a couple to enclose in this letter & I want you to say you got them & then I shall know I have been a good, truthful child.5
I am going to send more, as I ferret them out, about the [place. And ]I won’t forget that you are a “subscriber.”6
The wife & I unite in warm regards to you & Mrs. Aldrich.
Ys Ever
S. L. Clemens
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Aldrich was never widely known; his books never attained to a wide circulation; his prose was diffuse,
self-conscious, and barren of distinction in the matter of style; his fame as a writer of prose is not considerable; his fame as a
writer of verse is also very limited, but such as it is it is a matter to be proud of. It is based not upon his output of poetry as
a whole but upon half-a-dozen small poems which are not surpassed in our language for exquisite grace and beauty and finish. These
gems are known and admired and loved by the one person in ten thousand who is capable of appreciating them at their just value.
(CU-MARK, in MTE, 293)
that Aldrich was always witty, always brilliant, if there was anybody present capable of striking his flint at the
right angle; that Aldrich was as sure and prompt and unfailing as the red hot iron on the blacksmith’s
anvil—you had only to hit it competently to make it deliver an explosion of sparks. I added— “Aldrich has never had his peer for prompt and pithy and witty and humorous sayings. None has equalled him, certainly
none has surpassed him, in the felicity of phrasing with which he clothed these children of his fancy. Aldrich was always brilliant,
he couldn’t help it, he is a fire-opal set round with rose diamonds; when he is not speaking, you know that his dainty
fancies are twinkling and glimmering around in him; when he speaks the diamonds flash. Yes, he was always brilliant, he will always
be brilliant; he will be brilliant in hell—you will see.” (CU-MARK, in MTA, 1:247–48)
Aldrich may have alluded to Life in New York! (New York: Collin and Small, 1872), a booklet
containing two humorous sketches, “Searching for the White Elephant” and “Kicked into Good
Luck.” Fifty-one-year-old Henry Houghton was “that cheerful old death’s head,” who, at
the Atlantic dinner, presided from the head of the table while Howells, Aldrich, and Clemens were seated at
the foot. Also mentioned were dinner guests Sanborn and Perry, and Clemens’s letter of 20 Nov 74 to Howells (1st), which Howells had shared (see 20 Nov 74 to Howells [2nd], n. 1; Lathrop). Sometime later, Clemens made
the following note, which he kept with Aldrich’s letter (CU-MARK): From Thos. Bailey Aldrich the poet.
———— In Boston he had abused me for never sending him any photographs of myself. I came home & put up 52
different specimens in 52 envelops & began to mail one daily to him. In this letter he has not yet discovered the joke. S. L. C.
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L6, 321–24; MTL, 1:239–40.
Provenance:The MS has been at VtMiM since at least 1941.
Emendations and textual notes:
na • [possibly ‘no’]
muscles. There • muscles.—|There
place. And • place.—|And