silence, till I paused and added "we stand on common ground"--then they burst forth like a hurricane and I saw that I had them! From that time on, I stopped at the end of each sentence, and let the tornado of applause and laughter sweep around me--and when I closed with "And if the child is but the prophecy of the man, there are mighty few who will doubt that he succeeded," I say it who oughtn't to say it, the house came down with a crash.For two hours and a half, now, I've been shaking hands and listening to congratulations.Gen.Sherman said, "Lord bless you, my boy, I don't know how you do it--it's a secret that's beyond me--but it was great--give me your hand again."And do you know, Gen.Grant sat through , fourteen speeches like a graven image, but I fetched him! I broke him up, utterly! He told me he laughed till the tears came and every bone in his body ached.(And do you know, the biggest part of the success of the speech lay in the fact that the audience saw that for once in his life he had been knocked out of his iron serenity.)Bless your soul, 'twas immense.I never was so proud in my life.Lots and lots of people--hundreds I might say--told me my speech was the triumph of the evening--which was a lie.Ladies, Tom, Dick and Harry-even the policemen--captured me in the halls and shook hands, and scores of army officers said "We shall always be grateful to you for coming."General Pope came to bunt me up--I was afraid to speak to him on that theatre stage last night, thinking it might be presumptuous to tackle a man so high up in military history.Gen.Schofield, and other historic men, paid their compliments.Sheridan was ill and could not come, but I'm to go with a General of his staff and see him before I go to Col.
Grant's.Gen.Augur--well, I've talked with them all, received invitations from them all--from people living everywhere--and as I said before, it's a memorable night.I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world.
But my sakes, you should have heard Ingersoll's speech on that table!
Half an hour ago he ran across me in the crowded halls and put his arms about me and said "Mark, if I live a hundred years, I'll always be grateful for your speech--Lord what a supreme thing it was." But I told him it wasn't any use to talk, he had walked off with the honors of that occasion by something of a majority.Bully boy is Ingersoll--traveled with him in the cars the other day, and you can make up your mind we had a good time.
Of course I forgot to go and pay for my hotel car and so secure it, but the army officers told me an hour ago to rest easy, they would go at once, at this unholy hour of the night and compel the railways to do their duty by me, and said "You don't need to request the Army of the Tennessee to do your desires--you can command its services."Well, I bummed around that banquet hall from 8 in the evening till 2 in the morning, talking with people and listening to speeches, and I never ate a single bite or took a sup of anything but ice water, so if I seem excited now, it is the intoxication of supreme enthusiasm.By George, it was a grand night, a historical night.
And now it is a quarter past 6 A.M.--so good bye and God bless you and the Bays,--[Family word for babies]--my darlings SAML.
Show it to Joe if you want to--I saw some of his friends here.
Mark Twain's admiration for Robert Ingersoll was very great, and we may believe that he was deeply impressed by the Chicago speech, when we find him, a few days later, writing to Ingersoll for a perfect copy to read to a young girls' club in Hartford.Ingersoll sent the speech, also some of his books, and the next letter is Mark Twain's acknowledgment.
To Col.Robert G.Ingersoll:
HARTFORD, Dec.14.
MY DEAR INGERSOLL,--Thank you most heartily for the books--I am devouring them--they have found a hungry place, and they content it and satisfy it to a miracle.I wish I could hear you speak these splendid chapters before a great audience--to read them by myself and hear the boom of the applause only in the ear of my imagination, leaves a something wanting--and there is also a still greater lack, your manner, and voice, and presence.
The Chicago speech arrived an hour too late, but I was all right anyway, for I found that my memory had been able to correct all the errors.
I read it to the Saturday Club (of young girls) and told them to remember that it was doubtful if its superior existed in our language.
Truly Yours, S.L.CLEMENS.
The reader may remember Mark Twain's Whittier dinner speech of 1877, and its disastrous effects.Now, in 1879, there was to be another Atlantic gathering: a breakfast to Dr.Oliver Wendell Holmes, to which Clemens was invited.He was not eager to accept; it would naturally recall memories of two years before, but being urged by both Howells and Warner, he agreed to attend if they would permit him to speak.Mark Twain never lacked courage and he wanted to redeem himself.To Howells he wrote:
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
HARTFORD, Nov.28, 1879.
MY DEAR HOWELLS,--If anybody talks, there, I shall claim the right to say a word myself, and be heard among the very earliest--else it would be confoundedly awkward for me--and for the rest, too.But you may read what I say, beforehand, and strike out whatever you choose.
Of course I thought it wisest not to be there at all; but Warner took the opposite view, and most strenuously.
Speaking of Johnny's conclusion to become an outlaw, reminds me of Susie's newest and very earnest longing--to have crooked teeth and glasses--"like Mamma."I would like to look into a child's head, once, and see what its processes are.
Yrs ever, S.L.CLEMENS.
The matter turned out well.Clemens, once more introduced by Howells--this time conservatively, it may be said--delivered a delicate and fitting tribute to Doctor Holmes, full of graceful humor and grateful acknowledgment, the kind of speech he should have given at the Whittier dinner of two years before.No reference was made to his former disaster, and this time he came away covered with glory, and fully restored in his self-respect.
