Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 2: 1907-1910 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 349 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 2.

Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 2: 1907-1910 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 349 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 2.
the hope of frolic with some one.  The last morning a soft sugar-snow had fallen and was falling, and I drove through it down to the station in the carriage which had been given him by his wife’s father when they were first married, and had been kept all those intervening years in honorable retirement for this final use.—­[This carriage—­a finely built coup—­had been presented to Mrs. Crane when the Hartford house was closed.  When Stormfield was built she returned it to its original owner.]—­Its springs had not grown yielding with time, it had rather the stiffness and severity of age; but for him it must have swung low like the sweet chariot of the negro “spiritual” which I heard him sing with such fervor when those wonderful hymns of the slaves began to make their way northward.

Howells’s visit resulted in a new inspiration.  Clemens started to write him one night when he could not sleep, and had been reading the volume of letters of James Russell Lowell.  Then, next morning, he was seized with the notion of writing a series of letters to such friends as Howells, Twichell, and Rogers—­letters not to be mailed, but to be laid away for some future public.  He wrote two of these immediately—­to Howells and to Twichell.  The Howells letter (or letters, for it was really double) is both pathetic and amusing.  The first part ran: 
                         3 in the morning, April 17, 1909.

My pen has gone dry and the ink is out of reach.  Howells, did you write me day-before-day-before yesterday or did I dream it?  In my mind’s eye I most vividly see your hand-write on a square blue envelope in the mail-pile.  I have hunted the house over, but there is no such letter.  Was it an illusion?

    I am reading Lowell’s letters & smoking.  I woke an hour ago & am
    reading to keep from wasting the time.  On page 305, Vol.  I, I have
    just margined a note: 

    “Young friend!  I like that!  You ought to see him now.”

It seemed startlingly strange to hear a person call you young.  It was a brick out of a blue sky, & knocked me groggy for a moment.  Ah me, the pathos of it is that we were young then.  And he—­why, so was he, but he didn’t know it.  He didn’t even know it 9 years later, when we saw him approaching and you warned me, saying: 

“Don’t say anything about age—­he has just turned 50 & thinks he is
old, & broods over it.”

Well, Clara did sing!  And you wrote her a dear letter.

Time to go to sleep.

                     Yours ever,
                                mark

The second letter, begun at 10 A.M., outlines the plan by which he is to write on the subject uppermost in his mind without restraint, knowing that the letter is not to be mailed.

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