Cleveland, Jan. 23, 1869.
Dear J. H. & Tribe—
Hurrah!—because you do rise to the dignity of a Tribe, now, since this last accident. I am glad to hear it—don’t see why I should be glad, but I am—I should actually be dis appalled if I were to have a [ babby baby ].1 But I know you are glad, & so I go it blind. That you are glad, is enough for me—count me in. I am mighty glad, Twichell. I am, indeed. It must be awful—I mean it must be splendid—but then the whole subject is a little confusing & bewildering to me, be & I don’t really know whether this ecstasy of mine is gratitude or consternation—because—well, you know how it is with us fellows who have never had any experience—we mean well, but then we are so dreadfully off soundings in these waters. But I am glad, if I bust. And I’ll stick to it & take c the chances.
I’ll scratch out a suggestive sentence or two & send your letter to Livy—maybe she can raise a hurrah, & have sense enough to know what she means by it—[ [torn in order to cancel:] thou[h] I [d]’t [k]ow—I’[]
[five lines (about 25 words) torn away] ] 2
She must learn to rejoice when we rejoice, whether she knows what she is rejoicing about or not; because we can’t have any member of the family hanging fire & interrupting the grand salute merely because they don’t know. By George, I’m mighty glad. I wish there’d been six or seven. Wouldn’t we have had a time, though? You hear me.
Elmira? Why it just goes on like clock-work d. Every other day, without fail, & sometimes every day, comes one of those darling 8-page commercial miracles; & I bless the girl, & bow my grateful head before the throne of God & let the unspoken thanks flow out that never human speech could fetter into words.
If you could only see her picture! It came last night. She sat five ‸six‸ times for a mel 3 ferrotype—taking 3 weeks to it—& every picture was a slander, & I gently said so—very gently—& at last she tried a porcelaintype—& presto! when I opened the c little velvet case last night, lo! a messenger-angel out of upper Heaven was roosting there! I give you ‸my‸ word of honor that it is a very marvel of beauty—the expression is sweet, & patient, & so far-away & dreamy. What [respect], what reverent honor it [compels! ] Any man’s [unconscious ] impulse would be to take his hat off in its presence. And if he had not the impulse, I would give it him.
I have lectured about 30 times, so [far, ] & from the way the invitations keep coming in, I believe I could stay in the West & never miss a night during the entire season. But I must close with the West Feb. 13 & go forward to fill eastern engagements.4 I repeated here, last night & cleared for the Orphan Asylum 80700, over a & above everything. That is as far as heard from—it may reach $1,000.5
[Shall be in Hartford ] about March—& then [make ] a flying trip to [California ]. I swept Nasby’s dung hill [(Toledo,) ] like a Besom of Destruction—don’t know what a Besom of Destruction is, but it is a noble sort of expression.6 Came off with flying colors. Print the notices for me.7 Love to all four of you.
Yrs, always,
Mark.
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Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 66–68; LLMT, 57–58, and MTMF, 68, brief quotations.
Provenance:The letter was evidently returned to Clemens or his daughter Clara by Twichell or Twichell’s heirs. It survived in
the Samossoud Collection at least until 1947: sometime between then and 1949 Wecter saw it there and had the TS made. Chester L.
Davis, Sr., afterwards acquired the MS directly from Clara Clemens Samossoud (see Samossoud Collection, p. 586). In 1991 it was
sold to an unknown purchaser (Christie 1991, lot 84).
Emendations and textual notes:
babby baby • babbyy
[torn ... away] • [Although the bottom fifth of MS page 2 was torn away by Clemens, presumably as the most complete method of cancellation, portions of some characters remain visible. For the reconstructed reading, see the illustration below (taken from the MS facsimile in CU-MARK) and p. 68, n. 2]
respect (TS) • []espect [trimmed]
compels (TS) • [c]ompels [trimmed]
unconscious (TS) • uncon-| []cious [trimmed]
far, (TS) • far[] [torn]
Shall be in Hartford (TS) • Shal[l] be in [Ha]tford [torn]
make (TS) • [ma] [torn]
California (TS) • Californi[] [torn]
(Toledo,) (TS) • ([]ledo,) [torn]