time he spoke of his discovery as the “Lost Napoleon.”  It was not until after Mark Twain’s death that it was rediscovered, and then by the writer of this memoir, who, having Mark Twain’s note-book,[11] with its exact memoranda, on another September day, motoring up the Rhone, located the blue profile of the reclining Napoleon opposite the gray village of Beauchastel.  It is a really remarkable effigy, and deserves to be visited.

Clemens finished his trip at Arles—­a beautiful trip from beginning to end, but without literary result.  When he undertook to write of it, he found that it lacked incident, and, what was worse, it lacked humor.  To undertake to create both was too much.  After a few chapters he put the manuscript aside, unfinished, and so it remains to this day.

The Clemens family spent the winter in Berlin, a gay winter, with Mark Twain as one of the distinguished figures of the German capital.  He was received everywhere and made much of.  Once a small, choice dinner was given him by Kaiser William II., and, later, a breakfast by the Empress.  His books were great favorites in the German royal family.  The Kaiser particularly enjoyed the “Mississippi” book, while the essay on “The Awful German Language,” in the “Tramp Abroad,” he pronounced one of the finest pieces of humor ever written.  Mark Twain’s books were favorites, in fact, throughout Germany.  The door-man in his hotel had them all in his little room, and, discovering one day that their guest, Samuel L. Clemens, and Mark Twain were one, he nearly exploded with excitement.  Dragging the author to his small room, he pointed to the shelf: 

“There,” he said, “you wrote them!  I’ve found it out.  Ach!  I did not know it before, and I ask a million pardons.”

Affairs were not going well in America, and in June Clemens made a trip over to see what could be done.  Probably he did very little, and he was back presently at Nauheim, a watering-place, where he was able to work rather quietly.  He began two stories—­one of them, “The Extraordinary Twins,” which was the first form of “Pudd’nhead Wilson;” the other, “Tom Sawyer Abroad,” for “St. Nicholas.”  Twichell came to Nauheim during the summer, and one day he and Clemens ran over to Homburg, not far away.  The Prince of Wales (later King Edward VII.) was there, and Clemens and Twichell, walking in the park, met the Prince with the British ambassador, and were presented.  Twichell, in an account of the meeting, said: 

“The meeting between the Prince and Mark was a most cordial one on both sides, and presently the Prince took Mark Twain’s arm and the two marched up and down, talking earnestly together, the Prince solid, erect, and soldier-like; Clemens weaving along in his curious, swinging gait, in full tide of talk, and brandishing a sun umbrella of the most scandalous description.”

At Villa Viviani, an old, old mansion outside of Florence, on the hill toward Settignano, Mark Twain finished