“Brusnahan,”
of the foregoing letter, was an employee of the New
York Herald, superintendent
of the press-room—who had invested some
of his savings in the
type-setter.
In February Clemens returned to New York to look after matters connected with his failure and to close arrangements for a reading-tour around the world. He was nearly sixty years old, and time had not lessened his loathing for the platform. More than once, however, in earlier years, he had turned to it as a debt-payer, and never yet had his burden been so great as now. He concluded arrangements with Major Pond to take him as far as the Pacific Coast, and with R. S. Smythe, of Australia, for the rest of the tour. In April we find him once more back in Paris preparing to bring the family to America, He had returned by way of London, where he had visited Stanley the explorer—an old friend.
To H. H. Rogers, in New York City:
169
Rue de L’UNIVERSITE,
Sunday,
Apr.7,’95.
Dear Mr. Rogers,--..... Stanley
is magnificently housed in London, in a grand mansion
in the midst of the official world, right off Downing
Street and Whitehall. He had an extraordinary
assemblage of brains and fame there to meet me—thirty
or forty (both sexes) at dinner, and more than a hundred
came in, after dinner. Kept it up till after
midnight. There were cabinet ministers, ambassadors,
admirals, generals, canons, Oxford professors, novelists,
playwrights, poets, and a number of people equipped
with rank and brains. I told some yarns and made
some speeches. I promised to call on all those
people next time I come to London, and show them the
wife and the daughters. If I were younger and
very strong I would dearly love to spend a season
in London—provided I had no work on hand,
or no work more exacting than lecturing. I think
I will lecture there a month or two when I return
from Australia.
There were many delightful ladies in that company. One was the wife of His Excellency Admiral Bridge, Commander-in Chief of the Australian Station, and she said her husband was able to throw wide all doors to me in that part of the world and would be glad to do it, and would yacht me and my party around, and excursion us in his flag-ship and make us have a great time; and she said she would write him we were coming, and we would find him ready. I have a letter from her this morning enclosing a letter of introduction to the Admiral. I already know the Admiral commanding in the China Seas and have promised to look in on him out there. He sleeps with my books under his pillow. P’raps it is the only way he can sleep.
According to Mrs. Clemens’s present plans—subject to modification, of course—we sail in May; stay one day, or two days in New York, spend June, July and August in Elmira and prepare my lectures; then lecture in San Francisco and thereabouts during September and sail for Australia before the middle of October and open the show there about the middle of November. We don’t take the girls along; it would be too expensive and they are quite willing to remain behind anyway.