Liverpool, Sunday.
Livy darling, I wonder if you are back home yet; & I wonder how the Muggins is & what she looks like.1 I seem only a stone’s-throw from you, & cannot persuade myself that this is a foreign land & that an ocean rolls between us. I feel very near to you.
I have just finished a long & laborious conning of newspapers & pasting extracts & jotting down trivialities in my journal, & now comes my bete noir—for I must shave.
I will put in another 20 minutes cutting out my journal to enclose with this. It seems to take a power of time to cut out those flimsy leaves.2
Kiss mother & the baby for me & accept of the world of love I bear you sweetheart.3
Samℓ
[in ink:] Mrs. Saml. L. Clemens | Cor Forest & Hawthorne [sts]| Hartford | Conn. [in upper left corner:] U.S. of America. | [flourish] [on flap:] liverpool adelphi hotel company limited liverpool [postmarked:] f f liverpool 2 sp 72 2 [and] new york sep 14 paid all
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L5, 152–153; LLMT, 363, brief paraphrase.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
sts • s[ts] [torn]