Now, Master Wattie, I offer you the pipe of peace, in the form of this autograph of the most finished writer of English that lives.—& he is the loveliest man that lives, too. Howells won’t mind it, for you are a discreet boy & don’t let people’s private stuff get into print.
[half a page torn away, removing an unknown amount of text]
editorial office of the atlantic monthly.
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47 franklin street, boston.
March 30, 1880.
My dear Clemens:
Thanks for your Club contribution. It’s good, and perfectly true; but you wont be allowed to get your adverbs wrong in this magazine.—John is reading Tom Sawyer, and cheers and yells over it like a [illegible] about as I might. [canceled by SLC]
[ Yours ever
W. D. Howells ]
Textual Commentary
Source text(s):Previous publication:
Covici 1960, 109–10; MicroPUL, reel 1.
Provenance:As of 1960, the letters to Bowser were “in the possession of Bowser’s niece, Mrs. E. C.
Stradley” and destined “for eventual deposit in the manuscript archives” at TxU (Covici 1960,
105).
Emendations and textual notes:
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