Buffalo, Jan 14.
Dear Webb—
I dassent. I made up my mind solidly day before yesterday that I would draw out of the Galaxy with the April No. & write no more for any periodical—except, at long intervals a screed that I happened to dearly want to write.1
Yes sir—King William was a mistake & a big one, for it was repeating my a joke—but the way of it was that the idea of doing f of burlesquing the Galaxy portraits was in my head long before the Map, & so I did not recognize the injudiciousness as clearly as I would have done had not that been the case. But it was a big mistake.2
Carleton & I can’t trade, under any circumstances.3
Every Saturday accuses me of writing “a some feeble imitation” of Bret Harte” in the shape of a euchre rhyme about threes & a flush. A pretty grave charge. Mr. “Hi. Slocum” is the habitual plagiarist who did it. So let my us sorrow together., over these Every Saturday villainies.4
I’ve been off holidaying another week—at a Cleveland wedding5—& now you bet you I am going to place my nose in contact with the [grindstone ]& keep it there.
Please give my kindest regards to Mrs. Webb.
Yr friend
Samℓ L. Clemens.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 302–303; AAA/Anderson 1936, lot 122, excerpts.
Provenance:donated to MoSW about 1960 by the estate of George N. Meissner.
Emendations and textual notes:
grindstone • grind-|stone