Elmira, 29th.
Dear Mother:
It was hard to give up the Cleveland trip—& after the letter was written1 & given to Crane to mail, we so hated to give it up that we lay & talked till midnight about it & then went & woke Crane & told him not to mail it, but give us one more day to try to contrive the journey——so we tried all ways, but no use—I couldn’t dare make another break in my work lest I fail entirely. So we reluctantly shipped the ll etter. Don’t do anything to weaken our resolution, because it has been mighty hard to arrive at it & it would be awful to have to go through the wear & tear of it again.
I [ w ] have written a lecture which I just know will “fetch” any audience I spout it before. I do hope to talk it before you in Cleveland.2 You shall say it is tip-top. I call it “Reminiscences of some Un-Commonplace Characters I have Chanced to Meet.” It tells a ‸personal‸ memory or so of Artemus Ward,; Riley Blucher, an eccentric, big-hearted newspaper man;3 the King of the Sandwich Islands;4 Dick Baker, California Miner, & his wonderful cat;5 Dr. Jackson & the Guides;6 the Emperor Norton, a pathetic San Franciscan lunatic;7 Blucher & our Washington landlady, a story I told in the Galaxy;8 the a grand oriental absolute monarch, the Rajah of Borneo;9 the our interview with the Emperor of Russia, about as I told it before—didn’t alter it ‸(a great deal)‸ because it always “took” on the platform in that shape;10 & Blucher’s curious adventure with a beggar. I give this man the name of Blucher merely for convenience.11
Of course you can’t tell much about the lecture from this, but see what a splendid field it offers, & you know what a fascination there is in personal matters, & what a charm the narrative form carries with it.
Lovingly yr son
Samℓ.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
O, dear, it was always a painful thing to me to see
the Emperor (Norton I., of San Francisco) begging; for although
nobody else believed he was an Emperor, he
believed it. . . . Nobody has ever written him up who was able to
see any but his ludicrous or his grotesque side; but I
think that with all his dirt & unsavoriness there was a
pathetic side to him. Anybody who said so in print would be laughed
at in S. F., doubtless, but no matter . . .; I have seen him in all his various moods & tenses,
& there was always more room for pity than laughter. (3
Sept 80 to Howells, MH-H, in MTHL, 1:326)
We established a Jokers’ Society, and
fined every member who furnished an unbearably bad joke. We tried
one man for his life (the Rajah of Borneo), for building a conundrum
of unwarranted atrocity. Mr. Cohen disliked his trunk, and often
spoke angrily of its small size. The conundrum touched upon this
matter: “Why is one of the passengers, or his
trunk, like a certain geographical, algebraical, geometrical,
technical term? Answer—Because he is a truncated cone
(trunk-hated Cohen).” We hung him. (SLC 1868)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 424–426; MTMF, 154–56.
Provenance:see Huntington Library in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
w • [partly formed]