Mark Twain had begun “breaking the lance” very soon after his return from Europe.  He did not believe that he could reform the world, but at least he need not withhold his protest against those things which stirred his wrath.  He began by causing the arrest of a cabman who had not only overcharged but insulted him; he continued by writing openly against the American policy in the Philippines, the missionary propaganda which had resulted in the Chinese uprising and massacre, and against Tammany politics.  Not all of his efforts were in the line of reform; he had become a sort of general spokesman which the public flocked to hear, whatever the subject.  On the occasion of a Lincoln Birthday service at Carnegie Hall he was chosen to preside, and he was obliged to attend more dinners than were good for his health.  His letters of this period were mainly written to his old friend Twichell, in Hartford.  Howells, who lived in New York, he saw with considerable frequency.

In the letter which follows the medicine which Twichell was to take was Plasmon, an English proprietary remedy in which Mark Twain had invested—­a panacea for all human ills which osteopathy could not reach.

To Rev. Joseph Twichell, in Hartford: 

14 W. 10Th st. Jan. 23, ’01.  Dear Joe,—­Certainly.  I used to take it in my coffee, but it settled to the bottom in the form of mud, and I had to eat it with a spoon; so I dropped the custom and took my 2 teaspoonfuls in cold milk after breakfast.  If we were out of milk I shoveled the dry powder into my mouth and washed it down with water.  The only essential is to get it down, the method is not important.

No, blame it, I can’t go to the Alumni dinner, Joe.  It takes two days, and I can’t spare the time.  Moreover I preside at the Lincoln birthday celebration in Carnegie Hall Feb. 11 and I must not make two speeches so close together.  Think of it—­two old rebels functioning there—­I as President, and Watterson as Orator of the Day!  Things have changed somewhat in these 40 years, thank God.

Look here—­when you come down you must be our guest—­we’ve got a roomy room for you, and Livy will make trouble if you go elsewhere.  Come straight to 14 West 10th.

Jan. 24.  Livy says Amen to that; also, can you give us a day or two’s notice, so the room will be sure to be vacant?

I’m going to stick close to my desk for a month, now, hoping to write a
small book. 
               Ys Ever
                         mark

The letter which follows is a fair sample of Mark Twain’s private violence on a subject which, in public print, he could only treat effectively by preserving his good humor.  When he found it necessary to boil over, as he did, now and then, for relief, he always found a willing audience in Twichell.  The mention of his “Private Philosophy” refers to ‘What Is Man?’, privately published in 1906; reissued by his publishers in 1916.

To Rev. J. H. Twichell, in Hartford: