LETTERS, 1876, CHIEFLY TO W.D.HOWELLS.LITERATURE AND POLITICS.
PLANNING A PLAY WITH BRET HARTE
The Monday Evening Club of Hartford was an association of most of the literary talent of that city, and it included a number of very distinguished members.The writers, the editors, the lawyers, and the ministers of the gospel who composed it were more often than not men of national or international distinction.There was but one paper at each meeting, and it was likely to be a paper that would later find its way into some magazine.
Naturally Mark Twain was one of its favorite members, and his contributions never failed to arouse interest and discussion.A"Mark Twain night" brought out every member.In the next letter we find the first mention of one of his most memorable contributions--a story of one of life's moral aspects.The tale, now included in his collected works, is, for some reason, little read to-day; yet the curious allegory, so vivid in its seeming reality, is well worth consideration.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
HARTFORD, Jan.11, '76.
MY DEAR HOWELLS,--Indeed we haven't forgotten the Howellses, nor scored up a grudge of any kind against them; but the fact is I was under the doctor's hands for four weeks on a stretch and have been disabled from working for a week or so beside.I thought I was well, about ten days ago, so I sent for a short-hand writer and dictated answers to a bushel or so of letters that had been accumulating during my illness.Getting everything shipshape and cleared up, I went to work next day upon an Atlantic article, which ought to be worth $20 per page (which is the price they usually pay for my work, I believe) for although it is only 70pages MS (less than two days work, counting by bulk,) I have spent 3 more days trimming, altering and working at it.I shall put in one more day's polishing on it, and then read it before our Club, which is to meet at our house Monday evening, the 24th inst.I think it will bring out considerable discussion among the gentlemen of the Club--though the title of the article will not give them much notion of what is to follow,--this title being "The Facts Concerning the Recent Carnival of Crime in Connecticut"--which reminds me that today's Tribune says there will be a startling article in the current Atlantic, in which a being which is tangible bud invisible will figure-exactly the case with the sketch of mine which I am talking about! However, mine can lie unpublished a year or two as well as not--though I wish that contributor of yours had not interfered with his coincidence of heroes.
But what I am coming at, is this: won't you and Mrs.Howells come down Saturday the 22nd and remain to the Club on Monday night? We always have a rattling good time at the Club and we do want you to come, ever so much.Will you? Now say you will.Mrs.Clemens and I are persuading ourselves that you twain will come.
My volume of sketches is doing very well, considering the times; received my quarterly statement today from Bliss, by which I perceive that 20,000copies have been sold--or rather, 20,000 had been sold 3 weeks ago; a lot more, by this time, no doubt.
I am on the sick list again--and was, day before yesterday--but on the whole I am getting along.
Yrs ever MARK
Howells wrote that he could not come down to the club meeting, adding that sickness was "quite out of character" for Mark Twain, and hardly fair on a man who had made so many other people feel well.He closed by urging that Bliss "hurry out" 'Tom Sawyer.'
"That boy is going to make a prodigious hit." Clemens answered:
To W.D.Howells, in Boston.
HARTFORD, Jan.18, '76.
MY DEAR HOWELLS,-- Thanks, and ever so many, for the good opinion of 'Tom Sawyer.' Williams has made about 300 rattling pictures for it--some of them very dainty.Poor devil, what a genius he has and how he does murder it with rum.He takes a book of mine, and without suggestion from anybody builds no end of pictures just from his reading of it.
There was never a man in the world so grateful to another as I was to you day before yesterday, when I sat down (in still rather wretched health)to set myself to the dreary and hateful task of ****** final revision of Tom Sawyer, and discovered, upon opening the package of MS that your pencil marks were scattered all along.This was splendid, and swept away all labor.Instead of reading the MS, I simply hunted out the pencil marks and made the emendations which they suggested.I reduced the boy battle to a curt paragraph; I finally concluded to cut the Sunday school speech down to the first two sentences, leaving no suggestion of satire, since the book is to be for boys and girls; I tamed the various obscenities until I judged that they no longer carried offense.So, at a single sitting I began and finished a revision which I had supposed would occupy 3 or 4.days and leave me mentally and physically fagged out at the end.I was careful not to inflict the MS upon you until I had thoroughly and painstakingly revised it.Therefore, the only faults left were those that would discover themselves to others, not me--and these you had pointed out.
