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Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIV

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIV
From Susy's Biography of Me
Feb. 27, Sunday
Clara's reputation as a baby was always a fine one, mine exactly the contrary. One often related story concerning her braveness as a baby and her own opinion of this quality of hers is this. Clara and I often got slivers in our hands and when mama took them out with a much dreaded needle, Clara was always very brave, and I very cowardly.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIII

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIII
As I have said, that vast plot of Tennessee land was held by my father twenty years—intact. When he died in 1847, we began to manage it ourselves. Forty years afterward, we had managed it all away except 10,000 acres, and gotten nothing to remember the sales by. About 1887—possibly it was earlier—the 10,000 went. My brother found a chance to trade it for a house and lot in the town of Corry, in the oil regions of Pennsylvania. About 1894 he sold this property for $250. That ended the Tennessee Land.
 

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XII

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XII
There were several candidates for all the offices in the gift of the new State of Nevada save two—United States Senator, and Secretary of State. Nye was certain to get a Senatorship, and Orion was so sure to get the Secretaryship that no one but him was named for that office. But he was hit with one of his spasms of virtue on the very day that the Republican party was to make its nominations in the Convention, and refused to go near the Convention. He was urged, but all persuasions failed. He said his presence there would be an unfair and improper influence and that if he was to be nominated the compliment must come to him as a free and unspotted gift. This attitude would have settled his case for him without further effort, but he had another attack of virtue on the same day, that made it absolutely sure.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XI

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XI
About 1849 or 1850 Orion severed his connection with the printing-house in St. Louis and came up to Hannibal, and bought a weekly paper called the Hannibal "Journal," together with its plant and its good-will, for the sum of five hundred dollars cash. He borrowed the cash at ten per cent. interest, from an old farmer named Johnson who lived five miles out of town. Then he reduced the subscription price of the paper from two dollars to one dollar. He reduced the rates for advertising in about the same proportion, and thus he created one absolute and unassailable certainty—to wit: that the business would never pay him a single cent of profit.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter X

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter X
Orion Clemens was born in Jamestown, Fentress County, Tennessee, in 1825. He was the family's first-born, and antedated me ten years. Between him and me came a sister, Margaret, who died, aged ten, in 1837, in that village of Florida, Missouri, where I was born; and Pamela, mother of Samuel E. Moffett, who was an invalid all her life and died in the neighborhood of New York a year ago, aged about seventy-five.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter IX

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter IX
As regards the coming American monarchy. It was before the Secretary of State had been heard from that the chairman of the banquet said:
"In this time of unrest it is of great satisfaction that such a man as you, Mr. Root, is chief adviser of the President."
Mr. Root then got up and in the most quiet and orderly manner touched off the successor to the San Francisco earthquake.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter VIII

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter VIII
In those early days duelling suddenly became a fashion in the new Territory of Nevada, and by 1864 everybody was anxious to have a chance in the new sport, mainly for the reason that he was not able to thoroughly respect himself so long as he had not killed or crippled somebody in a duel or been killed or crippled in one himself.
At that time I had been serving as city editor on Mr. Goodman's Virginia City "Enterprise" for a matter of two years. I was twenty-nine years old.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter VII

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter VII
I was always heedless. I was born heedless; and therefore I was constantly, and quite unconsciously, committing breaches of the minor proprieties, which brought upon me humiliations which ought to have humiliated me but didn't, because I didn't know anything had happened. But Livy knew; and so the humiliations fell to her share, poor child, who had not earned them and did not deserve them. She always said I was the most difficult child she had. She was very sensitive about me.

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter VI

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter VI
From Susy's Biography
Papa made arrangements to read at Vassar College the 1st of May, and I went with him. We went by way of New York City. Mamma went with us to New York and stayed two days to do some shopping. We started Tuesday, at ½ past two o'clock in the afternoon, and reached New York about ¼ past six. Papa went right up to General Grants from the station and mamma and I went to the Everett House. Aunt Clara came to supper with us up in our room...

Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter V

Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter V
Susy's remark about my strong language troubles me, and I must go back to it. All through the first ten years of my married life I kept a constant and discreet watch upon my tongue while in the house, and went outside and to a distance when circumstances were too much for me and I was obliged to seek relief. I prized my wife's respect and approval above all the rest of the human race's respect and approval. I dreaded the day when she should discover that I was but a whited sepulchre partly freighted with suppressed language. I was so careful, during ten years, that I had not a doubt that my suppressions had been successful.