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betrayed he was ruthlessly and

implacably resentful. But I wish now to speak of the happiness of that
household in Hartford which responded so perfectly to the ideals of the
mother when the three daughters, so lovely and so gifted, were yet little
children. There had been a boy, and "Yes, I killed him," Clemens once
said, with the unsparing self-blame in which he would wreak an
unavailing regret. He meant that he had taken the child out imprudently,
and the child had taken the cold which he died of, but it was by no
means certain this was through its father's imprudence. I never heard
him speak of his son except that once, but no doubt in his deep heart his
loss was irreparably present. He was a very tender father and delighted
in the minds of his children, but he was wise enough to leave their
training altogether to the wisdom of their mother. He left them to that
in everything, keeping for himself the pleasure of teaching them little
scenes of drama, learning languages with them, and leading them in
singing. They came to the table with their parents, and could have set
him an example in behavior when, in moments of intense excitement,
he used to leave his place and walk up and down the room, flying his
napkin and talking and talking.
It was after his first English sojourn that I used to visit him, and he was
then full of praise of everything English: the English personal
independence and public spirit, and hospitality, and truth. He liked to
tell stories in proof of their virtues, but he was not blind to the defects
of their virtues: their submissive acceptance of caste, their callousness
with strangers; their bluntness with one another. Mrs. Clemens had
been in a way to suffer socially more than he, and she praised the
English less. She had sat after dinner with ladies who snubbed and
ignored one another, and left her to find her own amusement in the
absence of the attention with which Americans perhaps cloy their
guests, but which she could not help preferring. In their successive
sojourns among them I believe he came to like the English less and she
more; the fine delight of his first acceptance among them did not renew
itself till his Oxford degree was given him; then it made his cup run
over, and he was glad the whole world should see it.
His wife would not chill the ardor of his early Anglomania, and in this,
as in everything, she wished to humor him to the utmost. No one could

have realized more than she his essential fineness, his innate nobleness.
Marriages are what the parties to them alone really know them to be,
but from the outside I should say that this marriage was one of the most
perfect. It lasted in his absolute devotion to the day of her death, that
delayed long in cruel suffering, and that left one side of him in lasting
night. From Florence there came to me heartbreaking letters from him
about the torture she was undergoing, and at last a letter saying she was
dead, with the simple-hearted cry, "I wish I was with Livy." I do not
know why I have left saying till now that she was a very beautiful
woman, classically regular in features, with black hair smooth over her
forehead, and with tenderly peering, myopia eyes, always behind
glasses, and a smile of angelic kindness. But this kindness went with a
sense of humor which qualified her to appreciate the self-lawed genius
of a man who will be remembered with the great humorists of all time,
with Cervantes, with Swift, or with any others worthy his company;
none of them was his equal in humanity.

IV.
Clemens had appointed himself, with the architect's connivance, a
luxurious study over the library in his new house, but as his children
grew older this study, with its carved and cushioned arm-chairs, was
given over to them for a school-room, and he took the room above his
stable, which had been intended for his coachman. There we used to
talk together, when we were not walking and talking together, until he
discovered that he could make a more commodious use of the
billiard-room at the top of his house, for the purposes of literature and
friendship. It was pretty cold up there in the early spring and late fall
weather with which I chiefly associate the place, but by lighting up all
the gas- burners and kindling a reluctant fire on the hearth we could
keep it well above freezing. Clemens could also push the balls about,
and, without rivalry from me, who could no more play billiards than
smoke, could win endless games