Bethlehem, Sunday
Livy darling, I got here at 4 oclock yesterday afternoon. It is now nearly noon, & still I don’t feel moved to begin studying my lecture1—so the wisdom of coming here so soon, is apparent. It is better that this feeling should be on me today than tomorrow. By tomorrow I shall be rested up & brisk.
This is an old Dutch settlement, & I hear that tongue here as often as ours.2 All the clerks in the stores seem to talk both languages. This is one of the old original Moravian Missionary settlements;3 & the Moravian college is still the feature of the place.4
I [ cl ] entered an assumed name on the hotel register (learned from Redpath that a reception was intended & rooms sumptuous rooms provided for me,) & so, as simple “Samuel Langhorne, New York,” I occupy the shabbiest little den in the house & am left wholly & happily unnoticed.5 It is luxury. I talk to nobody. This morning I have spent a solitary hour in the cemetery, (Theodore ought to have been there,) patiently deciphering weather-worn inscriptions6 stating that under them lie
& so on, to the number of a thousand, perhaps, ‸or so,‸ ancient & modern together. There are a couple of acres.
Every grave is an exact & trim oblong square‸, richly grass-sodded,‸ with a space of a foot between every two,—the tombstone (size of a boy’s slate,) lies on top of the grave.
75 100 to 150 ‸years old.‸ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
75 to 100 old | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
50 to 75 old | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
25 to 50 old. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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[(intervening] years. | |||||||||||||||||||
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1858–9–60–1–2–3– | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
1864–5–6–7–8–9 | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
1870 | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |||||||||
1871 | | | | |
The shape, size & proportion of each grave, is that of a small mattrass covered with sod. Every grave is alike. Imagine acres of them! Not a monument, not a [vault], not a shaft, no not a bush, or railing, or shrub— nothing but this absolute simplicity, this entire & complete acceptation of Death as a great Leveler—a king before whose tremendous majesty dif [ shav shades] & differences in littlenesses littleness cannot be discerned.—an Alp at whose feet all ant hills are the from whose summit all small things are the same size.7
On one decayed stone was simply:
“Salome,
wife of
Nathanael.
The month & the year
What a mighty thing the world was to Salome when she was in it—& what mighty matters, what tremendous matters, were here daily needs & labors, hopes, & fears, cares & annoyances! Why, she must have left ‸seemed to leave‸ the world shrunken & empty behind her when she left it. ‸gasped out her life!‸ And yet see the result—see what it has all come to:—a hundred years of nullity; a hundred years of nothingness—a century of unconsciousness of even the drifting seasons, the idle rain, the rustling leaves. And yet these ashes of for Salome might smile if they only knew!—if they only knew that all those tremendous little cares were not lost & thrown [away]: for behold, after all these hundred years, here they be, upon my own shoulders, just intact in every item, just as they were on hers! And [to-day] they make the world big to me, & me the creature that would leave it shrunk & empty if I burst out of its shell. From me they will go to others, & to others still, down the long highway of the future that leads to the Last Day.
It is a handsome town, this—very substantial—set upon a hill—girdled with a deep valley—& overlooked by dominant hills beyond—& all splendid with autumn-rainbowed forests.
Well, I would like to see my darling & my cubbie. Love & blessings on you both—& health & good cheer—look on the bright side, sweetheart.
Saml.
[in ink:] Mrs. Samℓ. L. Clemens | cor Forest & Hawthorne st | Hartford | Conn [return address:] if not delivered within 10 days, to be returned to [postmarked:] bethlehem pa. oct 16
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 470–473; MFMT, 50, excerpt; LLMT, 361, brief paraphrase.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
cl • [possibly ‘ sl ’]
JOHN GOttlL | IEB • [capitals simulated, not underscored]
1774 1744 • 177 44
(intervening • [no closing parenthesis]
vault • vaullt
shav shades • shavdes
1871 1671 • 18 671
away • [a] away [torn]
to-day • to-|day