Of course the petition never reached Congress.Holmes's comment that governments were not in the habit of setting themselves up as high moral examples, except for revenue, was shared by too many others.The petition was tabled, but Clemens never abandoned his purpose and lived to see most of his dream fulfilled.Meantime, Howells's notice of the Sketches appeared in the Atlantic, and brought grateful acknowledgment from the author.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
HARTFORD, Oct.19, 1875.
MY DEAR HOWELLS,--That is a perfectly superb notice.You can easily believe that nothing ever gratified me so much before.The newspaper praises bestowed upon the "Innocents Abroad" were large and generous, but somehow I hadn't confidence in the critical judgement of the parties who furnished them.You know how that is, yourself, from reading the newspaper notices of your own books.They gratify a body, but they always leave a small pang behind in the shape of a fear that the critic's good words could not safely be depended upon as authority.Yours is the recognized critical Court of Last Resort in this country; from its decision there is no appeal; and so, to have gained this decree of yours before I am forty years old, I regard as a thing to be right down proud of.Mrs.Clemens says, "Tell him I am just as grateful to him as I can be." (It sounds as if she were grateful to you for heroically trampling the truth under foot in order to praise me but in reality it means that she is grateful to you for being bold enough to utter a truth which she fully believes all competent people know, but which none has heretofore been brave enough to utter.) You see, the thing that gravels her is that I am so persistently glorified as a mere buffoon, as if that entirely covered my case--which she denies with venom.
The other day Mrs.Clemens was planning a visit to you, and so I am waiting with a pleasurable hope for the result of her deliberations.
We are expecting visitors every day, now, from New York; and afterward some are to come from Elmira.I judge that we shall then be free to go Bostonward.I should be just delighted; because we could visit in comfort, since we shouldn't have to do any shopping--did it all in New York last week, and a tremendous pull it was too.
Mrs.C.said the other day, "We will go to Cambridge if we have to walk;for I don't believe we can ever get the Howellses to come here again until we have been there." I was gratified to see that there was one string, anyway, that could take her to Cambridge.But I will do her the justice to say that she is always wanting to go to Cambridge, independent of the selfish desire to get a visit out of you by it.I want her to get started, now, before children's diseases are fashionable again, because they always play such hob with visiting arrangements.
With love to you all Yrs Ever S.L.CLEMENS.
Mark Twain's trips to Boston were usually made alone.Women require more preparation to go visiting, and Mrs.Clemens and Mrs.Howells seem to have exchanged visits infrequently.For Mark Twain, perhaps, it was just as well that his wife did not always go with him; his absent-mindedness and boyish ingenuousness often led him into difficulties which Mrs.Clemens sometimes found embarrassing.
In the foregoing letter they were planning a visit to Cambridge.In the one that follows they seem to have made it--with certain results, perhaps not altogether amusing at the moment.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
Oct.4, '75.
MY DEAR HOWELLS,-- We had a royal good time at your house, and have had a royal good time ever since, talking about it, both privately and with the neighbors.
Mrs.Clemens's bodily strength came up handsomely under that cheery respite from household and nursery cares.I do hope that Mrs.Howells's didn't go correspondingly down, under the added burden to her cares and responsibilities.Of course I didn't expect to get through without committing some crimes and hearing of them afterwards, so I have taken the inevitable lashings and been able to hum a tune while the punishment went on.I "caught it" for letting Mrs.Howells bother and bother about her coffee when it was "a good deal better than we get at home."I "caught it" for interrupting Mrs.C.at the last moment and losing her the opportunity to urge you not to forget to send her that MS when the printers are done with it.I "caught it" once more for personating that drunken Col.James.I "caught it" for mentioning that Mr.Longfellow's picture was slightly damaged; and when, after a lull in the storm, I confessed, shame-facedly, that I had privately suggested to you that we hadn't any frames, and that if you wouldn't mind hinting to Mr.Houghton, &c., &c., &c., the Madam was simply speechless for the space of a minute.
Then she said:
"How could you, Youth! The idea of sending Mr.Howells, with his sensitive nature, upon such a repulsive er--""Oh, Howells won't mind it! You don't know Howells.Howells is a man who--" She was gone.But George was the first person she stumbled on in the hall, so she took it out of George.I was glad of that, because it saved the babies.
I've got another rattling good character for my novel! That great work is mulling itself into shape gradually.
Mrs.Clemens sends love to Mrs.Howells--meantime she is diligently laying up material for a letter to her.
Yrs ever MARK.
The "George" of this letter was Mark Twain's colored butler, a valued and even beloved member of the household--a most picturesque character, who "one day came to wash windows," as Clemens used to say, "and remained eighteen years." The fiction of Mrs.Clemens's severity he always found amusing, because of its entire contrast with the reality of her gentle heart.
Clemens carried the Tom Sawyer MS.to Boston himself and placed it in Howells's hands.Howells had begged to be allowed to see the story, and Mrs.Clemens was especially anxious that he should do so.
