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Source: Henry E. Huntington Library, Art Collections and Botanical Gardens, San Marino, Calif ([CSmH])

Cue: "I send this"

Source format: "MS"

Letter type: "[standard letter]"

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Published on MTPO: 2007

Print Publication: v6

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To James T. Fields
7 January 1875 • Hartford, Conn. (MS: CSmH, UCCL 01175)

Those Annual Bills.

Air—Those Evening Bells.

By Mark Twain.

Those annual bills! those annual bills! ghost    discord trills How many a song their warning thrills fills tells swells Of “truck” consumed, enjoyed, forgot Since New Year last Since I reviewed received Since I was floored, strapped, fell under, skinned, scalped, flayed by last year’s lot! Those joyous beans are past away Those        hams Those onions blithe, O where are they? Once loved, lost, mourned—now vexing ills shades troop back Your ghosts return in annual bills aground    cleaned And so will be when I am broke; ose yearly duns will still go around That annual emendation While bards than I more frantic still While other bards shall with frantic quills Shall damn & damn these annual bills!

My Dear Fields:

I send this original rought draft just as it was when I laid the pen down to welcome you two hours ago. If you had only opened my cheque-book (which lay under the MS.,) you would have found New-Year inspiration there for even a more gifted poem than this one is. I

the following insertion is vertical in relation to the rest of the letter

J. T. Fields,
148 Charles st.
Boston.

I am glad to send this to you, since you are were complimentary enough to ask it.

Ys Ever
Sam. L. Clemens. 2explanatory note
Textual Commentary
7 January 1875 • To James T. FieldsHartford, Conn.UCCL 01175
Source text(s):

MS, Henry E. Huntington Library, San Marino (CSmH, call no. FI 5076).

Previous Publication:

L6 , 341–43; Howe, 248–49, MS facsimile.

Provenance:

See Huntington Library in Description of Provenance.

More information on provenance may be found in Description of Provenanceclick to open link.

Explanatory Notes
1 

Clemens’s date is incorrect: on 7 January 1874 he was in England.

2 

Since relinquishing the editorship of the Atlantic to Howells in July 1871, Fields had remained active as an author and lecturer ( L4 , 93–94 n. 1; Austin, 423–25). He did not lecture in Hartford at this time, but he visited the Clemenses on 7 January. From home he answered Clemens’s letter, addressing the envelope to “Samuel L. Clemens Esq. at the House Beautiful” (CU-MARK):

148. charles street, boston.

My dear Clemens.

Thanks, many and lot, for your parody which so delighted me then, & delights me now. At dinner today I will read it to my Dame, who will rejoice over it with me I know.

How good it is to be home! I am beginning to hate lecturing and will give it up, please God, ere long.

Those dear little people in your nursery left a sweet & rememberable picture in my mind. Ah! if we could always keep them in the nursery, young and unfledged!

Enclosed you will find the amt. for which my carriage-knave took me by the throat on your doorstep.

Cordially Yrs.
James T. Fields.

Before sending the manuscript draft of “Those Annual Bills” to Fields, Clemens had evidently made himself a fair copy. He later revised it slightly and published it in Sketches, New and Old, paired with the Thomas Moore poem it parodied (SLC 1875, 62):

A COUPLE OF POEMS BY TWAIN AND MOORE.
THOSE EVENING BELLS.
by thomas moore.
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells.
And so ’twill be when I am gone— That tuneful peal will still ring on; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.


THOSE ANNUAL BILLS
by mark twain.
These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of “truck” consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I was skinned by last year’s lot!
Those joyous beans are passed away; Those onions blithe, O where are they! Once loved, lost, mourned—now vexing ills Your shades troop back in annual bills!
And so ’twill be when I’m aground— These yearly duns will still go round, While other bards, with frantic quills, Shall damn and damn these annual bills!
Emendations and Textual Notes
  annual ●  ‘nn’ miswritten; also at 341.29
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