23 November 1869 • Boston, Mass.
(MS facsimile, transcript and paraphrase: Swann Galleries, 4 May 2017, lot 414; and Hamilton 1964, lot 32, UCCL 00376)
[paraphrase: Mark Twain explains that his lecture agent, Redpath, opens most of his letters, thus creating discrepancies.]
Confound it, I would a heap rather have lectured for the boys, of course—have always been laying for a chance to do it . . . my lecture list hasn't a single unoccupied night in it—therefore, you old rip, how can your servant lecture for the boys?1 . . . But you better not write me down, you freebooters, & you better not tear down my bills, either, unless you want to stand a small trial for [incest—]or arson, or whatever the technical term for such a crime may be. Go slow!
No, my boy, write me [up]—that is the way to achieve the affection & reverence of your country. Protect my bills (pay them, for instance,) & uphold mine honor & my [reputation. That] is the way to bring down your gray hairs with satisfaction to the grave.
[Forgive your crying servant, & accept his love & tender his cordial remembrances to all the boys in the Row—not excepting old Riley, of course.]
[Thine ever,
Samℓ. L. Clemens.]
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
MS-facs | Swann Galleries, 4 May 2017, lot 414 (“unless you want . . . Samℓ. L. Clemens.”) |
Tr | Charles Hamilton, lot 32 (“Boston . . . Dear Ramsdell—”; “Confound it . . . to the grave”; and “Thine ever, Saml L. Clemens.”) |
Previous publication:
L3, 402–403; none known other than the copy-text.
Provenance:
The MS was sold at auction by Charles Hamilton Autographs in 1964; its present location is not known.
Emendations, adopted readings, and textual notes:
Boston, Nov. 23, 1869. (MTP) • [reported, not quoted; the month is spelled out in the usual catalog style] (Tr)
Dear Ramsdell— (MTP) • To “Dear Ramsdell.” (Tr)
incest— (MS-facs) • ~, (Tr)
up (MS-facs) • up (Tr)
reputation. That (MTP) • reputation. That (Tr); reputation.– | That (MS-facs)
Forgive . . . course. (MS-facs) • [not in] (Tr)
Thine . . . Samℓ. L. Clemens (MS-facs) • The letter concludes with a flourishing, “Thine ever, Saml. L. Clemens.” (Tr)