My wife and I think of going to Boston May 7th to see Anna Dickinson’s debut on the 8th.  If I find we can go, I’ll try to get a stage box and then you and Mrs. Howells must come to Parker’s and go with us to the crucifixion.

(Is that spelt right?—­somehow it doesn’t look right.)

With our very kindest regards to the whole family. 
                              Yrs ever,
          
                              mark.

The mention of Anna Dickinson, at the end of this letter, recalls a prominent reformer and lecturer of the Civil War period.  She had begun her crusades against temperance and slavery in 1857, when she was but fifteen years old, when her success as a speaker had been immediate and extraordinary.  Now, in this later period, at the age of thirty-four, she aspired to the stage—­unfortunately for her, as her gifts lay elsewhere.  Clemens and Howells knew Miss Dickinson, and were anxious for the success which they hardly dared hope for.  Clemens arranged a box party.

To W. D. Howells, in Boston: 

May 4, ’76.  My dear Howells,—­I shall reach Boston on Monday the 8th, either at 4:30 p.m. or 6 p.m. (Which is best?) and go straight to Parker’s.  If you and Mrs. Howells cannot be there by half past 4, I’ll not plan to arrive till the later train-time (6,) because I don’t want to be there alone—­even a minute.  Still, Joe Twichell will doubtless go with me (forgot that,) he is going to try hard to.  Mrs. Clemens has given up going, because Susy is just recovering from about the savagest assault of diphtheria a child ever did recover from, and therefore will not be entirely her healthy self again by the 8th.

Would you and Mrs. Howells like to invite Mr. and Mrs. Aldrich?  I have a large proscenium box—­plenty of room.  Use your own pleasure about it —­I mainly (that is honest,) suggest it because I am seeking to make matters pleasant for you and Mrs. Howells.  I invited Twichell because I thought I knew you’d like that.  I want you to fix it so that you and the Madam can remain in Boston all night; for I leave next day and we can’t have a talk, otherwise.  I am going to get two rooms and a parlor; and would like to know what you decide about the Aldriches, so as to know whether to apply for an additional bedroom or not.

Don’t dine that evening, for I shall arrive dinnerless and need your help.

I’ll bring my Blindfold Novelette, but shan’t exhibit it unless you exhibit yours.  You would simply go to work and write a novelette that would make mine sick.  Because you would know all about where my weak points lay.  No, Sir, I’m one of these old wary birds!

Don’t bother to write a letter—­3 lines on a postal card is all that I
can permit from a busy man. 
                         Yrs ever
                                   mark.

P. S. Good!  You’ll not have to feel any call to mention that debut in the Atlantic—­they’ve made me pay the grand cash for my box!—­a thing which most managers would be too worldly-wise to do, with journalistic folks.  But I’m most honestly glad, for I’d rather pay three prices, any time, than to have my tongue half paralyzed with a dead-head ticket.