MY LATE SENATORIAL SECRETARYSHIP --[Written about 1867.]
I am not a private secretary to a senator any more I now.I held the berth two months in security and in great cheerfulness of spirit, but my bread began to return from over the waters then--that is to say, my works came back and revealed themselves.I judged it best to resign.The way of it was this.My employer sent for me one morning tolerably early, and, as soon as I had finished inserting some conundrums clandestinely into his last great speech upon finance, I entered the presence.There was something portentous in his appearance.His cravat was untied, his hair was in a state of disorder, and his countenance bore about it the signs of a suppressed storm.He held a package of letters in his tense grasp, and I knew that the dreaded Pacific mail was in.He said:
"I thought you were worthy of confidence."I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "I gave you a letter from certain of my constituents in the State of Nevada, asking the establishment of a post-office at Baldwin's Ranch, and told you to answer it, as ingeniously as you could, with arguments which should persuade them that there was no real necessity for as office at that place.
I felt easier."Oh, if that is all, sir, I did do that.""Yes, you did.I will read your answer for your own humiliation:
WASHINGTON, Nov.24
"Messrs.Smith, Jones, and others.
"'GENTLEMEN: What the mischief do you suppose you want with a post-office at Baldwin's Ranch? It would not do you any good.
If any letters came there, you couldn't read them, you know; and, besides, such letters as ought to pass through, with money in them, for other localities, would not be likely to get through, you must perceive at once; and that would make trouble for us all.No, don't bother about a post-office in your camp.I have your best interests at heart, and feel that it would only be an ornamental folly.What you want is a nice jail, you know--a nice, substantial jail and a free school.These will be a lasting benefit to you.These will make you really contented and happy.I will move in the matter at once.
"'Very truly, etc., Mark Twain, "'For James W.N------, U.S.Senator.'
"That is the way you answered that letter.Those people say they will hang me, if I ever enter that district again; and I am perfectly satisfied they will, too.""Well, sir, I did not know I was doing any harm.I only wanted to convince them.""Ah.Well, you did convince them, I make no manner of doubt.Now, here is another specimen.I gave you a petition from certain gentlemen of Nevada, praying that I would get a bill through Congress incorporating the Methodist Episcopal Church of the State of Nevada.I told you to say, in reply, that the creation of such a law came more properly within the province of the state legislature; and to endeavor to show them that, in the present feebleness of the religious element in that new commonwealth, the expediency of incorporating the church was questionable.What did you write?
"'WASHINGTON, Nov.24.
"'Rev.John Halifax and others.
"'GENTLEMEN: You will have to go to the state legislature about that speculation of yours--Congress don't know anything about religion.
But don't you hurry to go there, either; because this thing you propose to do out in that new country isn't expedient--in fact, it is ridiculous.Your religious people there are too feeble, in intellect, in morality, in piety in everything, pretty much.You had better drop this--you can't make it work.You can't issue stock on an incorporation like that--or if you could, it would only keep you in trouble all the time.The other denominations would abuse it, and "bear" it, and "sell it short," and break it down.They would do with it just as they would with one of your silver-mines out there--they would try to make all the world believe it was "wildcat." You ought not to do anything that is calculated to bring a sacred thing into disrepute.You ought to be ashamed of yourselves that is what I think about it.You close your petition with the words: "And we will ever pray." I think you had better you need to do it.
"'Very truly, etc., "'MARK TWAIN, "'For James W.N-----, U.S.Senator.'
"That luminous epistle finishes me with the religious element among my constituents.But that my political murder might be made sure, some evil instinct prompted me to hand you this memorial from the grave company of elders composing the board of aldermen of the city of San Francisco, to try your hand upon a, memorial praying that the city's right to the water-lots upon the city front might be established by law of Congress.
I told you this was a dangerous matter to move in.I told you to write a non-committal letter to the aldermen--an ambiguous letter--a letter that should avoid, as far as possible, all real consideration and discussion of the water-lot question.If there is any feeling left in you--any shame--surely this letter you wrote, in obedience to that order, ought to evoke it, when its words fall upon your ears:
