Mark Twain, a Biography. Complete eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
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“Aldrich has never had his peer for prompt and pithy and witty and humorous sayings.  None has equaled him, certainly none has surpassed him, in the felicity of phrasing with which he clothed these children of his fancy.  Aldrich is always brilliant; he can’t help it; he is a fire-opal set round with rose diamonds; when he is not speaking you know that his dainty fancies are twinkling and glimmering around in him; when he speaks the diamonds flash.  Yes, he is always brilliant, he will always be brilliant; he will be brilliant in hell-you will see.”

Stevenson, smiling a chuckly smile, said, “I hope not.”

“Well, you will, and he will dim even those ruddy fires and look like a transfigured Adonis backed against a pink sunset.”—­[North American Review, September, 1906.]


Raymond, mental telegraphy, etc.

The Sellers play was given in Hartford, in January (1875), to as many people as could crowd into the Opera House.  Raymond had reached the perfection of his art by that time, and the townsmen of Mark Twain saw the play and the actor at their best.  Kate Field played the part of Laura Hawkins, and there was a Hartford girl in the company; also a Hartford young man, who would one day be about as well known to playgoers as any playwright or actor that America has produced.  His name was William Gillette, and it was largely due to Mark Twain that the author of Secret Service and of the dramatic “Sherlock Holmes” got a fair public start.  Clemens and his wife loaned Gillette the three thousand dollars which tided him through his period of dramatic education.  Their faith in his ability was justified.

Hartford would naturally be enthusiastic on a first “Sellers-Raymond” night.  At the end of the fourth act there was an urgent demand for the author of the play, who was supposed to be present.  He was not there in person, but had sent a letter, which Raymond read: 

My dear Raymond,—­I am aware that you are going to be welcomed to our town by great audiences on both nights of your stay there, and I beg to add my hearty welcome also, through this note.  I cannot come to the theater on either evening, Raymond, because there is something so touching about your acting that I can’t stand it.

(I do not mention a couple of colds in my head, because I hardly mind them as much as I would the erysipelas, but between you and me I would prefer it if they were rights and lefts.)

And then there is another thing.  I have always taken a pride in earning my living in outside places and spending it in Hartford; I have said that no good citizen would live on his own people, but go forth and make it sultry for other communities and fetch home the result; and now at this late day I find myself in the crushed and bleeding position of fattening myself upon the spoils of my brethren!  Can I support such grief as this?  (This is literary emotion, you understand.  Take the money at the door just the same.)

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