书城公版The Letters of Mark Twain Vol.1
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exercise per day, and 10 or 12 on Sunday.Yesterday and last night it was 12--and I slept until 8 this morning without waking.The billiard table, as a Sabbath breaker can beat any coal-breaker in Pennsylvania, and give it 30 in, the game.If Mr.Rogers will take to daily billiards he can do without doctors and the massageur, I think.

We are really going to build a house on my farm, an hour and a half from New York.It is decided.It is to be built by contract, and is to come within $25,000.

With love and many thanks.

S.L.C.

P.S.Clara is in the sanitarium--till January 28 when her western concert tour will begin.She is getting to be a mighty competent singer.

You must know Clara better; she is one of the very finest and completest and most satisfactory characters I have ever met.Others knew it before, but I have always been busy with other matters.

The "billiardist on the premises" was the writer of these notes, who, earlier in the year, had become his biographer, and, in the course of time, his daily companion and friend.The farm mentioned was one which he had bought at Redding, Connecticut, where, later, he built the house known as "Stormfield."Henry Mills Alden, for nearly forty years editor of Harper's Magazine, arrived at his seventieth birthday on November 11th that year, and Harper & Brothers had arranged to give him a great dinner in the offices of Franklin Square, where, for half a century, he had been an active force.Mark Twain, threatened with a cold, and knowing the dinner would be strenuous, did not feel able to attend, so wrote a letter which, if found suitable, could be read at the gathering.

To Mr.Henry Alden:

ALDEN,--dear and ancient friend--it is a solemn moment.You have now reached the age of discretion.You have been a long time arriving.Many years ago you docked me on an article because the subject was too old;later, you docked me on an article because the subject was too new; later still, you docked me on an article because the subject was betwixt and between.Once, when I wrote a Letter to Queen Victoria, you did not put it in the respectable part of the Magazine, but interred it in that potter's field, the Editor's Drawer.As a result, she never answered it.

How often we recall, with regret, that Napoleon once shot at a magazine editor and missed him and killed a publisher.But we remember, with charity, that his intentions were good.

You will reform, now, Alden.You will cease from these economies, and you will be discharged.But in your retirement you will carry with you the admiration and earnest good wishes of the oppressed and toiling scribes.This will be better than bread.Let this console you when the bread fails.

You will carry with you another thing, too--the affection of the scribes;for they all love you in spite of your crimes.For you bear a kind heart in your breast, and the sweet and winning spirit that charms away all hostilities and animosities, and makes of your enemy your friend and keeps him so.You have reigned over us thirty-six years, and, please God, you shall reign another thirty-six--"and peace to Mahmoud on his golden throne!"Always yours MARK

A copyright bill was coming up in Washington and a delegation of authors went down to work for it.Clemens was not the head of the delegation, but he was the most prominent member of it, as well as the most useful.He invited the writer to accompany him, and elsewhere I have told in detail the story of that excursion,--[See Mark Twain; A Biography, chap.ccli,]-- which need be but briefly touched upon here.

His work was mainly done aside from that of the delegation.They had him scheduled for a speech, however, which he made without notes and with scarcely any preparation.Meantime he had applied to Speaker Cannon for permission to allow him on the floor of the House, where he could buttonhole the Congressmen.He was not eligible to the floor without having received the thanks of Congress, hence the following letter:

To Hon.Joseph Cannon, House of Representatives:

Dec.7, 1906.