LETTERS 1874.HARTFORD AND ELMIRA.A NEW STUDY.BEGINNING "TOMSAWYER." THE SELLERS PLAY.
Naturally Redpath would not give him any peace now.His London success must not be wasted.At first his victim refused point-blank, and with great brevity.But he was overborne and persuaded, and made occasional appearances, wiring at last this final defiant word:
Telegram to James Redpath, in Boston:
HARTFORD, March 3, 1874.
JAMES REDPATH,-- Why don't you congratulate me?
I never expect to stand on a lecture platform again after Thursday night.
MARK.
That he was glad to be home again we may gather from a letter sent at this time to Doctor Brown, of Edinburgh.
To Dr.John Brown, in Edinburgh:
FARMINGTON AVENUE, HARTFORD
Feby.28, 1874.
MY DEAR FRIEND,--We are all delighted with your commendations of the Gilded Age-and the more so because some of our newspapers have set forth the opinion that Warner really wrote the book and I only added my name to the title page in order to give it a larger sale.I wrote the first eleven chapters, every word.and every line.I also wrote chapters 24, 25, 27, 28, 30, 32, 33, 34, 36, 37, 21, 42, 43, 45, 51, 52.53, 57, 59, 60, 61, 62, and portions of 35, 49 and 56.So I wrote 32 of the 63chapters entirely and part of 3 others beside.
The fearful financial panic hit the book heavily, for we published it in the midst of it.But nevertheless in the 8 weeks that have now elapsed since the day we published, we have sold 40,000 copies; which gives L3,000 royalty to be divided between the authors.This is really the largest two-months' sale which any American book has ever achieved (unless one excepts the cheaper editions of Uncle Tom's Cabin).The average price of our book is 16 shillings a copy--Uncle Tom was 2shillings a copy.But for the panic our sale would have been doubled, I verily believe.I do not believe the sale will ultimately go over 100,000 copies.
I shipped to you, from Liverpool, Barley's Illustrations of Judd's "Margaret" (the waiter at the Adelphi Hotel agreeing to ship it securely per parcel delivery,) and I do hope it did not miscarry, for we in America think a deal of Barley's--[Felix Octavius Carr barley, 1822-1888, illustrator of the works of Irving, Cooper, etc.Probably the most distinguished American illustrator of his time.]-- work.I shipped the novel (" Margaret") to you from here a week ago.
Indeed I am thankful for the wife and the child--and if there is one individual creature on all this footstool who is more thoroughly and uniformly and unceasingly happy than I am I defy the world to produce him and prove him.In my opinion, he doesn't exist.I was a mighty rough, coarse, unpromising subject when Livy took charge of me 4 years ago, and I may still be, to the rest of the world, but not to her.She has made a very creditable job of me.
Success to the Mark Twain Club!-and the novel shibboleth of the Whistle.
Of course any member rising to speak would be required to preface his remark with a keen respectful whistle at the chair-the chair recognizing the speaker with an answering shriek, and then as the speech proceeded its gravity and force would be emphasized and its impressiveness augmented by the continual interjection of whistles in place of punctuation-pauses; and the applause of the audience would be manifested in the same way....
They've gone to luncheon, and I must follow.With strong love from us both.
Your friend, SAML.L.CLEMENS.
These were the days when the Howells and Clemens families began visiting back and forth between Boston and Hartford, and sometimes Aldrich came, though less frequently, and the gatherings at the homes of Warner and Clemens were full of never-to-be-forgotten happiness.Of one such visit Howells wrote:
"In the good-fellowship of that cordial neighborhood we had two such days as the aging sun no longer shines on in his round.There was constant running in and out of friendly houses, where the lively hosts and guests called one another by their christian names or nicknames, and no such vain ceremony as knocking or ringing at doors.Clemens was then building the stately mansion in which he satisfied his love of magnificence as if it had been another sealskin coat, and he was at the crest of the prosperity which enabled him to humor every whim or extravagance."It was the delight of such a visit that kept Clemens constantly urging its repetition.One cannot but feel the genuine affection of these letters.
To W,.D.Howells, in Boston:
Mch.1, 1876.
MY DEAR HOWELLS,-- Now you will find us the most reasonable people in the world.We had thought of precipitating upon you George Warner and wife one day; Twichell and his jewel of a wife another day, and Chas.Perkins and wife another.Only those--simply members of our family, they are.
But I'll close the door against them all--which will "fix" all of the lot except Twichell, who will no more hesitate to climb in at the back window than nothing.
And you shall go to bed when you please, get up when you please, talk when you please, read when you please.Mrs.Howells may even go to New York Saturday if she feels that she must, but if some gentle, unannoying coaxing can beguile her into putting that off a few days, we shall be more than glad, for I do wish she and Mrs.Clemens could have a good square chance to get acquainted with each other.But first and last and all the time, we want you to feel untrammeled and wholly free from restraint, here.
The date suits--all dates suit.
Yrs ever MARK.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
FARMINGTON AVENUE, HARTFORD, Mch.20, 1876.
DEAR HOWELLS,-- You or Aldrich or both of you must come to Hartford to live.Mr.Hall, who lives in the house next to Mrs.Stowe's (just where we drive in to go to our new house) will sell for $16,000 or $17,000.
The lot is 85 feet front and 150 deep--long time and easy payments on the purchase? You can do your work just as well here as in Cambridge, can't you? Come, will one of you boys buy that house? Now say yes.
Mrs.Clemens is an invalid yet, but is getting along pretty fairly.
