Those were brilliant, notable gatherings and are remembered in Vienna today.  They were not always entirely harmonious, for politics was in the air and differences of opinion were likely to be pretty freely expressed.

Clemens and his family, as Americans, did not always have a happy time of it.  It was the eve of the Spanish American War and most of continental Europe sided with Spain.  Austria, in particular, was friendly to its related nation; and from every side the Clemenses heard how America was about to take a brutal and unfair advantage of a weaker nation for the sole purpose of annexing Cuba.

Charles Langdon and his son Jervis happened to arrive in Vienna about this time, bringing straight from America the comforting assurance that the war was not one of conquest or annexation, but a righteous defense of the weak.  Mrs. Clemens gave a dinner for them, at which, besides some American students, were Mark Hambourg, Gabrilowitsch, and the great Leschetizky himself.  Leschetizky, an impetuous and eloquent talker, took this occasion to inform the American visitors that their country was only shamming, that Cuba would soon be an American dependency.  No one not born to the language could argue with Leschetizky.  Clemens once wrote of him: 

He is a most capable and felicitous talker-was born for an orator, I think.  What life, energy, fire in a man past 70! & how he does play!  He is easily the greatest pianist in the world.  He is just as great & just as capable today as ever he was.

Last Sunday night, at dinner with us, he did all the talking for 3 hours, and everybody was glad to let him.  He told his experiences as a revolutionist 50 years ago in ’48, & his battle-pictures were magnificently worded.  Poetzl had never met him before.  He is a talker himself & a good one—­but he merely sat silent & gazed across the table at this inspired man, & drank in his words, & let his eyes fill & the blood come & go in his face & never said a word.

Whatever may have been his doubts in the beginning concerning the Cuban War, Mark Twain, by the end of May, had made up his mind as to its justice.  When Theodore Stanton invited him to the Decoration Day banquet to be held in Paris, he replied: 

I thank you very much for your invitation and I would accept if I were foot-free.  For I should value the privilege of helping you do honor to the men who rewelded our broken Union and consecrated their great work with their lives; and also I should like to be there to do, homage to our soldiers and sailors of today who are enlisted for another most righteous war, and utter the hope that they may make short and decisive work of it and leave Cuba free and fed when they face for home again.  And finally I should like to be present and see you interweave those two flags which, more than any others, stand for freedom and progress in the earth-flags which represent two kindred nations, each great and strong by itself, competent sureties for the peace of the world when they stand together.