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To the Editor of the New York World
14 and 16 February 1877Hartford, Conn. (New York World, 18 February 1877, UCCL 01406)
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To the Editor of The World.

Sir: I see by your report of a lecture delivered in your neighborhood very recently, that a bit of my private personal history has been revealed to the public. The lecturer was head-waiter of the Quaker City Excursion of ten years ago. I do not repeat his name for the reason that I think he wants a little notoriety as a basis for introduction to the lecture platform, &emendation I don’t wish to contribute. I harbor this suspicion because he calls himself “captain” of that expedition.

The truth is, that as soon as the ship was fairly at sea, he was degraded from his captaincy by Mr. Leary (owner of the vessel) &emendation Mr. Bursley (executive officer.) As he was not a passenger, &emendation had now ceased to be an officer, it was something of a puzzle to define his position. However, as he still had authority to discharge waiter-boys—an authority which the passengers did not possess—it was presently decided, privately, that he must naturally be the “head-waiter;” &emendation thus was he dubbed. During the voyage he gave orders to none but his under-waiters; all the excursionists will testify to this. It may be humorous enough to call himself “captain,” but then it is calculated to deceive the public.

The “captain” says that when I came to engage passage in the Quaker City I “seemed to be full of whiskey, or something,” &emendation filled his office with the “fumes of bad whiskey.” I hope this is true, but I cannot say, because it is so long ago; at the same time I am not depraved enough to deny that for a ceaseless, tireless, forty-year public advocate of total abstinence the “captain” is a mighty good judge of whiskey at second-hand.

He charges that I couldn’t tell the Quaker City tea from coffee. Am I a god, that I can solve the impossible?

He charges that I uttered a libel when I said he made this speech at a Fourth of July dinner on shipboard: “Ladies &emendation gentlemen, may you all live long &emendation prosper; steward, pass up another basket of champagne.”

Well, the truth is often a libel, &emendation this may be one; yet it is the truth nevertheless. I did not publish it with malicious intent, but because it showed that even a total-abstinence gladiator can have gentle instincts when he is removed from hampering home influences.

The “captain” charges that when I came to his office to engage passage I represented myself to be a Baptist minister cruising after health. No; Mr. Edward H. House told him that, without giving me any warning, that he was going to do it. But no matter, I should have done it myself if I had thought of it. Thereforeemendation I lift this crime from Mr. House’s shoulders &emendation transfer it to mine. I was without conscience in those old days. It had been my purpose to represent that I was a son of the captain’s whom he had never met, &emendation consequently hadn’t classified, &emendation by this means I hoped to get a free passage; but I was saved from this great villainyemendation by the happy accident of Mr. House’s getting in his milder rascality ahead of me. I often shudder to think how near I came to saddling an old father on to myself forever whom I never could have made any use of after that excursion was finished. Still, if I had him now, I would make him lecture his head off at his customary 25 cents before I would support him in idleness. I consider idleness an immoral thing for the aged.

Certain of my friends in New York have been so distressed by the “captain’s” charges against me that they have simply forced me to come out in print. But I find myself in a great difficulty by reason of the fact that I don’t find anything in the charges that discomforts me. Why should I worry over the “bad whiskey?” I was poor—I couldn’t afford good whiskey. How could I know that the “captain” was so particular about the quality of a man’s liquor? I didn’t know he was a purist in that matter, &emendation that the difference between 5-cent &emendation 40-cent toddy would remain a rankling memory with him for ten years.

The tea &emendation champagne items do not trouble me—both being true &emendation harmless. The Baptist minister fraud does not give me any anguish, since I did not invent it.

What I need, now that I am going into print, is a text. These little things do not furnish it. Why does the “captain” make no mention of the highway robbery which I committed on the road between Jerusalem &emendation the Dead Sea? He must have heard of it—the land was full of it. Why does he make no mention of the fact that during the entire excursion I never drew a sober breath except by proxy? Why does he conceal the fact that I killed a cripple in Cairo because I thought he had an unpleasant gait? Why is he silent about my skinning a leper in Smyrna in order that I might have a little something to start a museum with when I got home? What is the use of making “charges” out of a man’s few little virtuous actions when that man has committed real indiscretions by the dozen?

But where is the use of bothering about what a man’s character was ten years ago, anyway? Perhaps the captain values his character of ten years ago? I never have heard of any reason why he should; but still he may possibly value it. No matter. I do not value my character of ten years ago. I can go out any time &emendation buy a better one for half it cost me. In truth, my character was simply in course of construction then. I hadn’t anything up but the scaffolding, so to speak. But I have finished the edifice now &emendation taken down that worm-eaten scaffolding. I have finished my moral edifice, &emendation frescoed it &emendation furnished it, &emendation I am obliged to admit that it is one of the neatest &emendation sweetest things of the kind that I have ever encountered. I greatly value it, &emendation I would feel like resenting any damage done to it. But that old scaffolding is no longer of any use to me; &emendation inasmuch as the “captain” seems able to use it to advantage, I hereby make him a present of it. It is a little shaky, of course, but if he will patch it here &emendation there he will find that it is still superior to anything of the kind he can scare up upon his own premises.


Postscript—Two Days Later.

The following paragraph, from the New York Times, has just reached my hands:

They do say that people who live in glass houses should not throw stones. Mr. Duncan has neglected his own character of to-day to hunt down mine of ten years ago. What my character was in that day can be a matter of importance to no one—not even me; but what the present character of the Shipping Commissioner of the great port of New York is, is a matter of serious importance to the whole public. What the character of the President of the Seamen’s Association &emendation master of the Sailors’ Savings Bank connected with it is, is matter of similarly serious importance to the public. That character—Mr. Duncan’s character—is vividly suggested by the charges recited in the above extract. I have known &emendation observed Mr. Duncan for ten years, &emendation I think I have good reason for believing him to be wholly without principle, without moral sense, without honor of any kind. I think I am justified in believing that he is cruel enough &emendation heartless enough to rob any sailor or sailor’s widow or orphan he can get his clutches upon; &emendation I know him to be coward enough. I know him to be a canting hypocrite, filled to the chin with sham godliness, &emendation forever oozing &emendation dripping false piety &emendation pharisaical prayers. I know his word to be worthless.

It is a shame &emendation a disgrace to the civil service that such a man was permitted to worm himself into an office of trust &emendation high responsibility. It is a greater shame &emendation disgrace that he has been permitted to remain in it after he was found out &emendation published, more than three years ago (for the present charges were made against him &emendation printed as long ago as that).

If any one imagines that I am moved to speak in this way by Mr. Duncan’s “charges” against me, I beg that he will dismiss that idea. A charge made by Mr. Duncan must naturally fall dead, for the source it emanates from is amply sufficient to sap it of effect.

Samuel L. Clemens (Mark Twain)emendation.

Hartford, February 16.

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