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XV。
When Messrs。 Houghton & Mifflin became owners of The Atlantic Monthly；
Mr。 Houghton fancied having some breakfasts and dinners； which should
bring the publisher and the editor face to face with the contributors；
who were bidden from far and near。 Of course； the subtle fiend of
advertising； who has now grown so unblushing bold； lurked under the
covers at these banquets； and the junior partner and the young editor had
their joint and separate fine anguishes of misgiving as to the taste and
the principle of them； but they were really very simple…hearted and
honestly meant hospitalities； and they prospered as they ought； and gave
great pleasure and no pain。 I forget some of the 〃emergent occasions；〃
but I am sure of a birthday dinner most unexpectedly accepted by
Whittier； and a birthday luncheon to Mrs。 Stowe； and I think a birthday
dinner to Longfellow； but the passing years have left me in the dark as
to the pretext of that supper at which Clemens made his awful speech； and
came so near being the death of us all。 At the breakfasts and luncheons
we had the pleasure of our lady contributors' company； but that night
there were only men； and because of our great strength we survived。
I suppose the year was about 1879； but here the almanac is unimportant；
and I can only say that it was after Clemens had become a very valued
contributor of the magazine； where he found himself to his own great
explicit satisfaction。 He had jubilantly accepted our invitation； and
had promised a speech； which it appeared afterward he had prepared with
unusual care and confidence。 It was his custom always to think out his
speeches； mentally wording them； and then memorizing them by a peculiar
system of mnemonics which he had invented。 On the dinner…table a certain
succession of knife； spoon； salt…cellar； and butter…plate symbolized a
train of ideas； and on the billiard…table a ball； a cue； and a piece of
chalk served the same purpose。 With a diagram of these printed on the
brain he had full command of the phrases which his excogitation had
attached to them； and which embodied the ideas in perfect form。 He
believed he had been particularly fortunate in his notion for the speech
of that evening； and he had worked it out in joyous self…reliance。
It was the notion of three tramps； three deadbeats； visiting a California
mining…camp； and imposing themselves upon the innocent miners as
respectively Ralph Waldo Emerson； Henry Wadsworth Longfellow； and Oliver
Wendell； Holmes。 The humor of the conception must prosper or must fail
according to the mood of the hearer； but Clemens felt sure of compelling
this to sympathy； and he looked forward to an unparalleled triumph。
But there were two things that he had not taken into account。 One was
the species of religious veneration in which these men were held by those
nearest them； a thing that I should not be able to realize to people
remote from them in time and place。 They were men of extraordinary
dignity； of the thing called presence； for want of some clearer word；
so that no one could well approach them in a personally light or trifling
spirit。 I do not suppose that anybody more truly valued them or more
piously loved them than Clemens himself； but the intoxication of his
fancy carried him beyond the bounds of that regard； and emboldened him to
the other thing which he had not taken into account…namely； the immense
hazard of working his fancy out before their faces； and expecting them to
enter into the delight of it。 If neither Emerson； nor Longfellow； nor
Holmes had been there； the scheme might possibly have carried； but even
this is doubtful； for those who so devoutly honored them would have
overcome their horror with difficulty； and perhaps would not have
overcome it at all。
The publisher； with a modesty very ungrateful to me； had abdicated his
office of host； and I was the hapless president； fulfilling the abhorred。
function of calling people to their feet and making them speak。 When I
came to Clemens I introduced him with the cordial admiring I had for him
as one of my greatest contributors and dearest friends。 Here； I said；
in sum； was a humorist who never left you hanging your head for having
enjoyed his joke； and then the amazing mistake； the bewildering blunder；
the cruel catastrophe was upon us。 I believe that after the scope of the
burlesque made itself clear； there was no one there； including the
burlesquer himself； who was not smitten with a desolating dismay。 There
fell a silence； weighing many tons to the square inch； which deepened
from moment to moment； and was broken only by the hysterical and blood…
curdling laughter of a single guest； whose name shall not be handed down
to infamy。 Nobody knew whether to look at the speaker or down at his
plate。 I chose my plate as the least affliction； and so I do not know
how Clemens looked； except when I stole a glance at him； and saw him
standing solitary amid his appalled and appalling listeners； with his
joke dead on his hands。 From a first glance at the great three whom his
jest had made its theme； I was aware of Longfellow sitting upright； and
regarding the humorist with an air of pensive puzzle； of Holmes busily
writing on his menu； with a well…feigned effect of preoccupation； and of
Emerson； holding his elbows； and listening with a sort of Jovian oblivion
of this nether world in that lapse of memory which saved him in those
later years from so much bother。 Clemens must have dragged his joke to
the climax and left it there； but I cannot say this from any sense of the
fact。 Of what happened afterward at the table where the immense； the
wholly innocent； the truly unimagined affront was offered； I have no
longer the least remembrance。 I next remember being in a room of the
hotel； where Clemens was not to sleep； but to toss in despair； and
Charles Dudley Warner's saying； in the gloom； 〃Well； Mark； you're a funny
fellow。〃 It was as well as anything else he could have said； but Clemens
seemed unable to accept the tribute。
I stayed the night with him； and the next morning； after a haggard
breakfast； we drove about and he made some purchases of bric…a…brac for
his house in Hartford； with a soul as far away from bric…a…brac as ever
the soul of man was。 He went home by an early train； and he lost no time
in writing back to the three divine personalities which he had so
involuntarily seemed to flout。 They all wrote back to him； making it as
light for him as they could。 I have heard that Emerson was a good deal
mystified； and in his sublime forgetfulness asked； Who was this gentleman
who appeared to think he had offered him some sort of annoyance！ But I
am not sure that this is accurate。 What I am sure of is that Longfellow；
a few days after； in my study； stopped before a photograph of Clemens and
said； 〃Ah； he is a wag！〃 and nothing more。 Holmes told me； with deep
emotion； such as a brother humorist might well feel； that he had not lost
an instant in replying to Clemens's letter； and assuring him that there
had not been the least offence； and entreating him never to think of the
matter again。 〃He said that he was a fool； but he was God's fool；〃
Holmes quoted from the letter； with a true sense of the pathos and the
humor of the self…abasement。
To me Clemens wrote a week later； 〃It doesn't get any better； it burns
like fire。〃 But now I understand that it was not shame that burnt； but
rage for a blunder which he had so incredibly committed。 That to have
conceived of those men； the most dignified in our literature； our
civilization； as impersonable by three hoboes； and then to have imagined
that he could ask them personally to enjoy the monstrous travesty； was a
break； he saw too late； for which there was no repair。 Yet the time
came； and not so very long afterward； when some mention was made of the
incident as a mistake； and he said； with all his fierceness； 〃But I don't
admit that it was a mistake；〃 and it was not so in the minds of all
witnesses at second hand。 The morning after the dreadful dinner there
came a glowing note from Professor Child； who had read the newspaper
report of it； praising Clemens's burlesque as the richest piece of humor
in the world； and betraying no sense of incongruity in its perpetration
in the presence of its victims。 I think it must always have ground in
Clemens's soul； that he was the prey of circumstances； and that if he had
some more favoring occasion he could retrieve his loss in it by giving
the thing the right setting。 Not more than two or three years ago； he
came to try me as to trying it again at a meeting of newspaper men in
Washington。 I had to own my fears； while I alleged Child's note on the
other hand； but in the end he did not try it with the newspaper men。 I
do not know whether he has ever printed it or not； but since the thing
happened I have often wondered how much offence there really was in it。
I am not sure but the horror of the spectators read more indignation into
the subjects of the hapless drolling than they felt。 But it must have
been difficult for them to bear it with equanimity。 To be sure； they
were not themselves mocked； the joke