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.

We went on a special train to Portsmouth next morning through the summer heat, and assembled, with those who were to speak, in the back portion of the opera-house, behind the scenes:  Clemens was genial and good-natured with all the discomfort of it; and he liked to fancy, with Howells, who had come over from Kittery Point, how Aldrich must be amused at the whole circumstance if he could see them punishing themselves to do honor to his memory.  Richard Watson Gilder was there, and Hamilton Mabie; also Governor Floyd of New Hampshire; Colonel Higginson, Robert Bridges, and other distinguished men.  We got to the more open atmosphere of the stage presently, and the exercises began.  Clemens was last on the program.

The others had all said handsome, serious things, and Clemens himself had mentally prepared something of the sort; but when his turn came, and he rose to speak, a sudden reaction must have set in, for he delivered an address that certainly would have delighted Aldrich living, and must have delighted him dead, if he could hear it.  It was full of the most charming humor, delicate, refreshing, and spontaneous.  The audience, that had been maintaining a proper gravity throughout, showed its appreciation in ripples of merriment that grew presently into genuine waves of laughter.  He spoke out his regret for having worn black clothes.  It was a mistake, he said, to consider this a solemn time —­Aldrich would not have wished it to be so considered.  He had been a man who loved humor and brightness and wit, and had helped to make life merry and delightful.  Certainly, if he could know, he would not wish this dedication of his own home to be a lugubrious, smileless occasion.  Outside, when the services were ended, the venerable juvenile writer, J. T. Trowbridge, came up to Clemens with extended hand.  Clemens said:  “Trowbridge, are you still alive?  You must be a thousand years old.  Why, I listened to your stories while I was being rocked in the cradle.”  Trowbridge said: 

“Mark, there’s some mistake.  My earliest infant smile was wakened with one of your jokes.”

They stood side by side against a fence in the blazing sun and were photographed—­an interesting picture.

We returned to Boston that evening.  Clemens did not wish to hurry in the summer heat, and we remained another day quietly sight-seeing, and driving around and around Commonwealth Avenue in a victoria in the cool of the evening.  Once, remembering Aldrich, he said: 

“I was just planning Tom Sawyer when he was beginning the ’Story of a Bad Boy’.  When I heard that he was writing that I thought of giving up mine, but Aldrich insisted that it would be a foolish thing to do.  He thought my Missouri boy could not by any chance conflict with his boy of New England, and of course he was right.”

He spoke of how great literary minds usually came along in company.  He said: 

“Now and then, on the stream of time, small gobs of that thing which we call genius drift down, and a few of these lodge at some particular point, and others collect about them and make a sort of intellectual island—­a towhead, as they say on the river—­such an accumulation of intellect we call a group, or school, and name it.

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