London, Oct. 25.
Livy darling, I have been bumming around in a vagrant sort of way, today, through the Seven Dials & such places. Nothing remarkable, except a street of [ second-hand ] shoes —every cellar full, & more displayed on the sidewalk. Scrawny people & dirty & ragged ones rather abundant, but they’re no sight.1
The truth is, there are no sights for me—I have seen them all before, in other places. It does seem to me that there is nothing under the sun that does ‸is‸ not a familiar old friend to my eye. Consequently I do just as little sightseeing as possible, but try to see as many people as I can. If I could take notes of all I hear said, I should make a most interesting book—but of course these things are interminable—only a shorthand reporter could [sieze] them.
I don’t get letters from you, my child, any oftener than you do from me, I believe—so there, now.
I am using a note-book a little, now, & journalizing when I can.2
Between you & me, & the gatepost, Stanley lacks a deal of being a
gentleman—tho
I say it that shouldn’t, seeing we have been intimate & I have been of
assistance to him & he has been of assistance to me.3 In the first place he denies his nationality—denies it strongly—swears he is
an American. Now that is bad. [
And be as As] soon as he opensed his mouth to talk I in private, I felt that he was a
foreigner—the moment he spoke a dozen sentences in public, I knew he was a foreigner. Nobody
here appears to know it for certain, but he will be detected at once, in America. Now, my dear, he has been honored here as very
few p strangers were ever honored in England, & yet he shows the meanest ungrateful spirit. Because
everybody did not rise up at first & believe in him (a thing not to be expected till he had
fully proved himself,) he has ever since resented it. At last when E all England, with the Queen at the head came
forward & frankly owned their error, he was not great-souled enough to say let bygones be bygones, but continued to go
about [snarling] at England & the English.4
I think the most tremendous piece of manliness of modern times was the conduct of the Royal Geographical Society last Monday. After all the blackguarding that Stanley has S heaped upon them at dinners & on railway platforms, they came forward superbly & said your achievement merits the Victoria Medal, & you shall have it—& they gave him a grand dinner—& although there were but 119 plates, you should have seen the sort of men they were & heard their names called.5 In the ante-room, when the company were assembling, every time I was introduced to a man his name nearly took my breath away. They were the renowned men of Great Britain’s army, navy & schools of science; & every broad ribbon that encircled their necks & every star & cross that blazed upon their breasts was a memento of some great thing their brains had done. Titled they were—most ‸a great many‸ of them—men of ancient family & noble blood, but it was their brains that gave them celebrity. Well, you must know that here, men are seated at table strictly according to their rank—so the idiot son of an earl would sit above the Speaker of the House of Commons—& so on. But as Americans have no rank, it is proper to place us either above or below the nobles. Courtesy rather forbids the latter, & so we get good com◇ seats. They usually set the table in this form: The chairman sits where the cross is. The President of the Geographical Society, Major General Sir Henry Rawlinson,6 sat there; ‸Stanley &‸ the Lord Mayor of London7 & a lot of lords & Admirals & generals on his right; & our Secretary of legation8 on his left; then the famous Sir Bartle Frere;9 then our Ex-Secretary McCo ullough;10 then some more s grandees. I sat opposite the President (•) & was flanked by various dignitaries. Now you see, I could look into Stanley’s & Rawlinson’s faces, & mark every expression. And when Sir Henry R. stood up & made the most manly & magnificent apology to Stanley for himself & for the Society that ever I listened to, I thought the man rose to the very pinnacle of human nobility;11 & if I had been Stanley I would have made Rome howl with an app a burying of the hatchet that should have been yet grander & more magnanimous or I would have perished on the spot. But that spaniel got up & wagged his unwilling tail through a reluctant acceptance of the apology12 & then went right on & opened the old sore & flung the same old taunts out of his wounded self-love that made him make such a poor little shabby dog of himself at the Brighton dinner!13 And now again he is at it in Glasgow yesterday.14 I am really & truly [gla◇d] this fellow is not American—though indeed he must have learned his puppyism with us. He did a stupendous thing in Africa, but he will blacken his fair renown forever & come to be treated with contempt yet.
Don’t let any of this Stuff get into print, Livy darling. Every day I get invitations to lecture in the cities & towns of England & Scotland—& the gratifying feature of it is that they come not from speculators or cheap societies, but from self-elected committees of gentlemen, who want to give me their hospitality in return for the pleasure & they say my pen has given them. When gentlemen condescend in this way in England, it means a very great deal. An English gentleman never does a thing that may in the slightest degree detract from his dignity.
Well, I must get at my journal—so good night & the pleasantest of dreams, my darling wife.
Samℓ.
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Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
aware that ample supplies had already been sent from the coast to Dr. Livingstone, and therefore he thought
he was quite authorised in saying that if the two travellers met at Ujiji, Livingstone would relieve Stanley, rather than
Stanley Livingstone. With the full knowledge he now possessed and which the public possessed a few months after, he saw that
he was wrong, and he regretted extremely that he had made use of that expression. (Cheers.) He was now convinced that
Livingstone was destitute of supplies, and that Mr. Stanley arrived at a most fortunate time for his relief. He would say
more: he had a strong feeling that to Mr. Stanley Dr. Livingstone owed his life. (“Dinner to Mr.
Stanley,” London Morning Post, 22 Oct 72, 2)
home with this account of the great traveller, and, as he had foreseen, and had told Dr.
Livingstone—his story was doubted. ... He (Mr. Stanley) had ... found every one as it were in a cloud. Everybody
seemed to have some particular delusion on the subject of the great African traveller, but now all that was cleared away,
and this was a time for a general shaking of hands. Stanley then “thanked the Geographical Society—first, for the present banquet; next,
for the medal they had conferred upon him; and next for the hearty reception they had accorded him”
(“Dinner to Mr. Stanley,” 22 Oct 72, 2).
Alluding to the insinuations which had been made against him at the meeting of the Geographical Section on
the previous day, that he had indulged rather too much in “sensationalism,” he assured them that it
was not to get the thanks of England or the English people that he had gone out to discover Livingstone, but as a matter of
professional duty. They might call it what they liked; but if the finding of Livingstone in the heart of Africa after he had
been given up for lost had not something of the “sensational” in it, then he did not know the meaning
of the word. But why was it that his statements were questioned? Was it because he was an American, and for that reason that
he should be rewarded with gratuitous sneering? ... If that was to be the way in which he was to be treated he would at once
withdraw from their company. No sooner had Mr. Stanley said these words than he left the room, and repaired to his
apartments. (“The British Association,” London Morning Post, 20 Aug 72, 2)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L5, 119–204; LLMT, 363, brief paraphrase.
Provenance:See Samossoud Collection in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
second-hand • second-|hand
sieze • [sic]
And be as As • And be a As
snarling • snarkling
gla◇d • [‘d’ over partly formed character, possibly ‘u’ or ‘n’]
york nov 6 paid all • yo [rk] n [ov 6] [p ] [badly inked]