Early in June that year, Clemens had developed unmistakable symptoms of heart trouble of a very serious nature. It was angina pectoris, and while to all appearances he was as well as ever and usually felt so, he was periodically visited by severe attacks of acute “breast pains” which, as the months passed, increased in frequency and severity. He was alarmed and distressed—not on his own account, but because of his daughter Jean—a handsome girl, who had long been subject to epileptic seizures. In case of his death he feared that Jean would be without permanent anchorage, his other daughter, Clara—following her marriage to Ossip Gabrilowitsch in October —having taken up residence abroad.
This anxiety was soon ended. On the morning of December 24th, jean Clemens was found dead in her apartment. She was not drowned in her bath, as was reported, but died from heart exhaustion, the result of her malady and the shock of cold water. [Questionable diagnosis! D.W.]
The blow to her father
was terrible, but heavy as it was, one may
perhaps understand that
her passing in that swift, painless way must
have afforded him a
measure of relief.
To Mrs. Gabrilowitsch, in Europe:
&nb
sp; Redding,
Conn.,
Dec.
29, ’09.
O, Clara, Clara dear, I am so glad she is out of it
and safe—safe! I am not melancholy;
I shall never be melancholy again, I think. You
see, I was in such distress when I came to realize
that you were gone far away and no one stood between
her and danger but me—and I could die at
any moment, and then—oh then what would
become of her! For she was wilful, you know,
and would not have been governable.
You can’t imagine what a darling she was, that last two or three days; and how fine, and good, and sweet, and noble-and joyful, thank Heaven! —and how intellectually brilliant. I had never been acquainted with Jean before. I recognized that.
But I mustn’t try to write about her—I can’t. I have already poured my heart out with the pen, recording that last day or two.
I will send you that—and you must let no one but Ossip read it.
Good-bye.
I
love you so!
And
Ossip.
Father.
The writing mentioned in the last paragraph was his article ’The Death of Jean,’ his last serious writing, and one of the world’s most beautiful examples of elegiac prose.—[Harper’s Magazine, Dec., 1910,] and later in the volume, ‘What Is Man and Other Essays.’
XLVIII
Letters of 1910. Last trip to Bermuda. Letters to Paine. The last letter