MARK TWAIN.
We regret to learn that in consequence of other engage- ments Mr. S. L. Clemens
(“Mark Twain”) has been com- pelled to relinquish the intention of giving his now cele- brated
“lecture” in Belfast, prior to his return to America on the 13th inst. The people of Belfast have missed a
great enjoyment, for Mr. Clemens’s “lecture” is perfectly unique, and is one of the most
singular, most [homurous] and most exhilarating discourses that can be imagined.2 It is, in point of fact, impossible to form, without having heard him, an adequate conception of the steady
deliberate gravity with which Mark Twain for an hour and a half pours out an even stream of jokes, and stories, and
ludicrous phrases, his [countenence ] remaining stonily impassive, whilst his auditors are shaking and screaming with laughter. Hardly changing his
position, never moving the muscles of his face, speaking in a tone which is almost melancholy, with what the French call
“tears in his voice” when he is saying the fun- niest things, the lecturer is the only person in
the room who preserves a semblance of gravity or maintains any personal dignity. The closest attention is demanded from
the audience, for often the finest bits of humour and the best hits are quietly dropped out parenthetically, as if the
speaker either wasn’t aware there was any fun in them or didn’t notice it himself. [Hearing ]
Mark Twain’s lecture is a perfect cure for low spirits, and as a hearty good laugh is a very good thing alike for
body and mind, we are sorry that, for the present at any rate, our readers are not to have a call from Mr. Clemens on
his way home. His visit to England, we may mention, was not made with the object of giving lectures, but to secure, by
personal residence, the copyright of a new novel, “The Gilded Age,” which has just been issued in
London.3
It is announced, as written by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner, conjointly, and deals with phases of American
society. Its aim and scope are indicated in the following preface:—
In America nearly every man has his dream, his pet scheme, whereby he is to advance himself socially or pe- cuniarily. It
is this all-pervading speculativeness which we have tried to illustrate in “The Gilded Age.” It is a
characteristic which is both bad and good for both the individual and the nation. Good, because it allows neither to
stand still, but drives both for ever on, toward some point or other which is a-head, not behind nor at one side. Bad,
because the chosen point is often badly chosen, and then the individual is wrecked; the aggregation of such cases affects
the nation, and so is bad for the nation. Still, it is a trait which it is of course better for a people to have and
sometimes suffer from than to be without. We have also touched upon one sad feature, and it is one which we found little
pleasure in handling. That is the shameful corruption which lately crept into our politics, and in a handful of years has
spread until the pollution has affected some portion of every State and every Terri- tory in the Union. But I have a great
strong faith in a noble future for my country. A vast majority of the people are straightforward and honest; and this late
state of things is stirring them to action. If it would only keep on stirring them until it became the habit of their lives
to attend to the politics of the country personally, and put only their very best men into positions of trust and
authority! That day will come. Our improvement has already begun. Mr. Tweed (whom Great Britain fur- nished to us),
after laughing at our laws and courts for a good while, has at last been sentenced to thirteen years’
imprisonment, with hard labour. It is simply bliss to think of it. It will be at least two years before any governor
will dare to pardon him out, too. A great New York judge, who continued a vile, a shameless career, season after season,
defying the legislature and sneering at the newspapers, was brought low at last, stripped of his dignities, and by public
sentence debarred from ever again holding any office of honour or profit in the State. An- other such judge (furnished to us
by Great Britain) had the grace to break his heart and die in the palace built with his robberies when he saw the same blow
preparing for his own head and sure to fall upon it.4
Mark Twain.
The Langham Hotel, London, Dec. 11th, 1873.
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