LETTERS OF 1901, CHIEFLY TO TWICHELL.MARK TWAIN AS A REFORMER.
SUMMER AT SARANAC.ASSASSINATION OF PRESIDENT McKINLEYAn editorial in the Louisville Courier-Journal, early in 1901, said:
"A remarkable transformation, or rather a development, has taken place in Mark Twain.The genial humorist of the earlier day is now a reformer of the vigorous kind, a sort of knight errant who does not hesitate to break a lance with either Church or State if he thinks them interposing on that broad highway over which he believes not a part but the whole of mankind has the privilege of passing in the onward march of the ages."Mark Twain had begun "breaking the lance" very soon after his return from Europe.He did not believe that he could reform the world, but at least he need not withhold his protest against those things which stirred his wrath.He began by causing the arrest of a cabman who had not only overcharged but insulted him; he continued by writing openly against the American policy in the Philippines, the missionary propaganda which had resulted in the Chinese uprising and massacre, and against Tammany politics.Not all of his efforts were in the line of reform; he had become a sort of general spokesman which the public flocked to hear, whatever the subject.On the occasion of a Lincoln Birthday service at Carnegie Hall he was chosen to preside, and he was obliged to attend more dinners than were good for his health.His letters of this period were mainly written to his old friend Twichell, in Hartford.Howells, who lived in New York, he saw with considerable frequency.
In the letter which follows the medicine which Twichell was to take was Plasmon, an English proprietary remedy in which Mark Twain had invested--a panacea for all human ills which osteopathy could not reach.
To Rev.Joseph Twichell, in Hartford:
14 W.10TH ST.Jan.23, '01.
DEAR JOE,--Certainly.I used to take it in my coffee, but it settled to the bottom in the form of mud, and I had to eat it with a spoon; so Idropped the custom and took my 2 teaspoonfuls in cold milk after breakfast.If we were out of milk I shoveled the dry powder into my mouth and washed it down with water.The only essential is to get it down, the method is not important.
No, blame it, I can't go to the Alumni dinner, Joe.It takes two days, and I can't spare the time.Moreover I preside at the Lincoln birthday celebration in Carnegie Hall Feb.11 and I must not make two speeches so close together.Think of it--two old rebels functioning there--I as President, and Watterson as Orator of the Day! Things have changed somewhat in these 40 years, thank God.
Look here--when you come down you must be our guest--we've got a roomy room for you, and Livy will make trouble if you go elsewhere.Come straight to 14 West 10th.
Jan.24.Livy says Amen to that; also, can you give us a day or two's notice, so the room will be sure to be vacant?
I'm going to stick close to my desk for a month, now, hoping to write a small book.
Ys Ever MARK
The letter which follows is a fair sample of Mark Twain's private violence on a subject which, in public print, he could only treat effectively by preserving his good humor.When he found it necessary to boil over, as he did, now and then, for relief, he always found a willing audience in Twichell.The mention of his "Private Philosophy" refers to 'What Is Man?', privately published in 1906; reissued by his publishers in 1916.
To Rev.J.H.Twichell, in Hartford:
14 W.10th Jan.29, '01.
DEAR JOE,--I'm not expecting anything but kicks for scoffing, and am expecting a diminution of my bread and butter by it, but if Livy will let me I will have my say.This nation is like all the others that have been spewed upon the earth--ready to shout for any cause that will tickle its vanity or fill its pocket.What a hell of a heaven it will be, when they get all these hypocrites assembled there!
I can't understand it! You are a public guide and teacher, Joe, and are under a heavy responsibility to men, young and old; if you teach your people--as you teach me--to hide their opinions when they believe the flag is being abused and dishonored, lest the utterance do them and a publisher a damage, how do you answer for it to your conscience? You are sorry for me; in the fair way of give and take, I am willing to be a little sorry for you.
However, I seem to be going counter to my own Private Philosophy--which Livy won't allow me to publish--because it would destroy me.But I hope to see it in print before I die.I planned it 15 years ago, and wrote it in '98.I've often tried to read it to Livy, but she won't have it; it makes her melancholy.The truth always has that effect on people.Would have, anyway, if they ever got hold of a rag of it--Which they don't.
You are supposing that I am supposing that I am moved by a Large Patriotism, and that I am distressed because our President has blundered up to his neck in the Philippine mess; and that I am grieved because this great big ignorant nation, which doesn't know even the A B C facts of the Philippine episode, is in disgrace before the sarcastic world--drop that idea! I care nothing for the rest--I am only distressed and troubled because I am befouled by these things.That is all.When I search myself away down deep, I find this out.Whatever a man feels or thinks or does, there is never any but one reason for it--and that is a selfish one.
At great inconvenience, and expense of precious time I went to the chief synagogue the other night and talked in the interest of a charity school of poor Jew girls.I know--to the finest, shades--the selfish ends that moved me; but no one else suspects.I could give you the details if Ihad time.You would perceive how true they are.
I've written another article; you better hurry down and help Livy squelch it.
She's out pottering around somewhere, poor housekeeping slave; and Clara is in the hands of the osteopath, getting the bronchitis pulled and hauled out of her.It was a bad attack, and a little disquieting.It came day before yesterday, and she hasn't sat up till this afternoon.
