148 Asylum st,
Hartford, Monday.
Dear Mother:
Yes, “how well we timed it—what a beautiful tableau,” &c. Plague take it, there wasn’t enough of it. If I had broken a leg, I would have been infinitely better satisfied. As you say, “No place could have been better chosen.”
Why didn’t I get your letter sooner, & so used your cool head instead of my hot one? I’ll [better I ]have written a letter that will finish me. I wish I had it back again—I would tone it down some.1
And thunder, I wrote the lecture the day before your letter came, too. That is to say, I “smouched” a lecture out of my [ bood book]—a good part of it, at least., came from the book. I had planned the lecture just about as you did, & wrote & wrote & kept writing till I saw that I was never going to weave a web that would suit me. So then I altered the [tittle ]to “The American Vandal Abroad,” & began again. Ther I treat him gently & good-naturedly, except that I give him one savage blast for aping foreign ways (illustrating with your friend late from Paris who gave a French pronunciation to his Cleveland friend’s name).2 To tell the truth there isn’t a great deal of Vandal in the [lecture. I ]glance at him in the Boulevards & at the Opera Comique—make him moralize poetically over the tomb of Napoleon—& I mention his execrable French. Then I describe the Park at Versailles—brief. Trot the gentleman to Genoa & Milan & let him see that hideous statue of a skinned man in the Cathedral (‘twill make you shudder)3—then shoot him by Como to Venice, where I become elaborate on the gondola in its queer aspect as a private carriage. And then I observe that:
“Our Vandals hurried away from Venice, & scattered abroad everywhere. You could find them breaking specimens from the dilapidated tomb of Romeo & Juliet, at Padua—& infesting the picture-galleries of Florence—& gravely seeking information concerning sausages, at Bologna—& risking their necks on the Leaning Tower at Pisa—& snuffing sulphur fumes from the crater of Vesuvius—& burrowing among the exhumed wonders of Herculaneum & Pompeii. And you could behold [ him ‸them‸ ], with specul ‸ta‸cles on & blue cotton umbrellas under their arms, benignantly contemplating Rome from the venerable arches of the Coliseum.”4
Now that isn’t ill-natured, is it? Then some more description: the Acropolis, the Parthenon & then, Athens by [moonlight. Then ]a glance at the Emperor of Russia—then the moral of the lecture, which is Let the Vandal continue to travel—it liberalizes him & makes a better man of him (though the moral is an entirely gratuitous contribution & will be a clear gain to the societies employing me, for it isn’t deduced from anything there is in the lecture)—& then, we close with a starchy & a high-toned [glimpse ]at each of the most imposing pictures we saw—Gibraltar, St Peters, Venice, the Pyramids, Damascus, &c—fireworks, you know—then, finis.5
Of course, scattered all through, are the most preposterous yarns, & all that sort of thing. But I think it will entertain an audience, this lecture. I must not preach to a select few in my audience, lest I have only a select few to listen, next time, & so be required to preach no more. What the societies ask of me is to relieve the heavieness of their didactic courses—& in accepting the contract I am just the same as giving my word that I will do as they ask.
Blame the fine arts & the Old masters, mother mine—that is forbidden ground for me—couldn’t say a word without abusing the whole tribe & their works like [pickpockets. Only ]a wholesome dread of you kept me from doing it anyhow.6
Col. Herrick writes & asks if I can lecture in Cleveland in Nov. at all.7 I’ve a notion to say I will, any time between the 1st & 15th. I would like you to write the first critique on this lecture—& then it wouldn’t be slurred [over ]carelessly, anyhow.
Give my love to all the family.
Your dutiful brick,
SamℓL. Clemens
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
looked natural, because it looked somehow as if it
were in pain. A skinned man wd be likely to look that
way—unless his attention were occupied by some other
matter. It was a hideous thing, & yet there was a
fascination about it somewhere. I am very sorry I saw it, because I
shall always see it now. I shall dream of it,
sometimes. I shall dream that it is resting its corded arms on the
bed’s head & looking down on me with its dead
eyes; I shall dream that it is stretched between the sheets with me
& touching me with its exposed muscles & its
stringy cold legs. (SLC 1868, 22–23)
Our Vandals hurried away from Ven.
& scattered abroad everywhere. You could find them
breaking specimens from the ‸dilapidated‸ tomb of Romeo
& Juliet at Padua—& infesting the
picture-galleries of Florence—& risking their
necks on the Leaning Tower at
‸of‸ Pisa—& snuffing sulphur fumes on
the summit of Vesuvius—& burrowing among the
exhumed wonders of Hercul & Pom—&
you might see them with spectacles on & ‸blue
cotton‸ umbrellas under their arms benevolently
‸benignantly‸ contemplating Rome from the venerable arches
of the Coliseum. (SLC 1868, 42)
If there is a moral to this lecture it is an injunction to all Vans
to travel. I am glad the Am. Van goes abroad. It goes him good. It makes a
better man of him. It rubs out ‸a multitude‸
[of] his old unworthy biases & prejudices.
‸It aids his religion for it‸ It enlarges his charity
& his benevolence & makes
‸—it‸ broadens his views of men &
things; it deepens his charity
‸generosity‸ & his compassion for the failings
& shortcomings of his fellow-creatures. Contact with men
of various nations & many creeds, teaches him that there
are other people in the world besides his own
little clique, & other opinions as worthy of attention
& respect as his own. He finds that he & his are not the most momentous matters in the
universe. Cast into trouble & misfortune in strange lands
& being mercifully cared for by those he never saw
before, he begins to learn that best lesson of all,
‸—that one wh
culminat[e]s in the conviction that‸ that
God puts something good &
something lovable in every man his hands
create.—that the men are
not—that the world is not a
cold, harsh, cruel & degraded prison-house,
stocked with all manner of selfishness & hate
& wickedness. It liberalizes the
Van to travel—you never saw a bigoted, opinionated,
stubborn, narrow-minded, self-conceited, almighty
mean man in your life but he had stuck in one place
all ever since he was born & thought God
made the world & dyspepsia & bile for his especial comfort &
satisfaction. So I say, by all means, let the
Am. Van. go on traveling.
‸—& let no man discour him.‸ (SLC 1868,
55–57)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L2, 262–265; MTMF, 43–46.
Provenance:see Huntington Library, p. 512.
Emendations and textual notes:
better I • [‘I’ over wiped-out ‘ter’]
bood book • boodk
tittle • [sic]
lecture. I • lecture.— I
him ‸them‸ • ‸thie‸m
moonlight. Then • moonlight.—| Then
glimpse • glimps | glimpse [corrected miswriting]
pickpockets. Only • pickpockets.—| Only
over • ov | over [corrected miswriting]