Explanatory Notes
Apparatus Notes
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101. Important Correspondence
6 May 1865

When Charles Henry Webb resumed editorial control of the Californian on 26 November 1864, Clemens had almost completed his first nine contributions: “Lucretia Smith's Soldier” (no. 99) was published on December 3, just before he left San Francisco. Webb published his tenth, “An Unbiased Criticism” (no. 100), after his return in March 1865. And on April 8 he facetiously assured his readers that Mark Twain would not become a contributor to the newly founded Journal of the Trades and Workingmen. That journal had evidently announced that Mark Twain was “going over the mountains in quest of petroleum, and will stop on the way at several places to furnish it with characteristic articles.” Webb said: “In both instances we fear the Journal is wrong, as Mark tells us that he wouldn't even cross over to Oakland for all the oil that town could hold; and as for the other thing we know that he is engaged to write for The Californian for a longer period of years than the chances are that he will live, and at a greater salary than the proprietors can possibly pay.”1 But Webb resigned as editor of the magazine the following week. Although a new editor was not formally announced until December, all indications are that Bret Harte was both a heavy contributor and the acting editor at this time.2 Clemens did not again contribute until May 6, when he published “Important Correspondence.”

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In writing this sketch Clemens again took his cue from an event of current local interest. In mid-January 1865 the Right Reverend William Ingraham Kip resigned the pastorate of Grace Cathedral in San Francisco while remaining bishop of California, a position he had held since 1857 and would retain until his death in 1893. The efforts by the vestry to obtain his pastoral replacement from among the “first-class clergymen of the East” and their repeated failure to do so were described on April 29 by Frank W. Gross, a friend of Clemens' and the local editor of the San Francisco Evening Bulletin:

Procuring a Clergyman from the East under Difficulties.—The vestry of Grace Cathedral have for some time been trying to procure one of the first-class clergymen of the East. They have successively extended invitations to the Rev. Phillips Brooks of Philadelphia, the Rev. Dr. Cummings of Chicago, and the Rev. Dr. Hawks of Baltimore—all of whom have respectfully declined. The last invitation was extended to Dr. Hawks, and some hopes were indulged, until recently, that he would come; but the attractions East were too strong for him. The Doctor has resigned his parish in Baltimore, and has recently been preaching once each Sunday in the Church of the Annunciation, New York, into which he has succeeded in infusing a new life. A number of gentlemen there have clubbed together and offered Dr. Hawks a high salary and a new church, or, if he likes, the purchase of the Church of St. George the Martyr, up town. The vestry of Grace Cathedral offered Dr. Hawks a salary of $7,000, but it is understood that he is to receive $10,000 in New York, which, according to the present price of legal tenders, is quite as good, while the expenses of living there are less than in California. Grace Church will have to try again, and either be content to pay a larger salary, or take up with a lower order of clerical talent. This is not the first time church-goers at the East have outbid the same class here, as three or four of the churches in this city can testify. There seems to be quite as lively an appreciation of able and eloquent preachers at the East as in San Francisco, but they only show it when a call reaches their pastors from the Pacific coast. Several of the divines there have lately been directly indebted to San Francisco for an increase in their salary, and other perquisites.3

Extracts from correspondence concerning calls to the Fifth Street Baptist Church and the Howard Street Presbyterian Church had been published [begin page 146] in the Bulletin only two weeks before this article appeared.4 Clemens seized upon the form of the first and the facts of the second Bulletin articles to produce “Important Correspondence” and “Further of Mr. Mark Twain's Important Correspondence” (no. 102), two of his finest early satires on clerical hypocrisy.

Bishop Kip was well known to Clemens and to other Californians as an orthodox High Church Episcopalian of remarkable energy and ambition. He had written several books on church history and doctrine, and had almost single-handedly organized the Episcopal church in California. When he came West from New York in 1854 as missionary bishop, his pastorate included the entire state, in which only two congregations were functioning. Eleven years later the church's strength statewide attested to his tireless travels and effective administration. For many of these early years Kip also filled the pulpit of San Francisco's Grace Church. In 1860 he laid the cornerstone of Grace Cathedral at California and Stockton streets, and two years later he formally dedicated the building, thus fulfilling his ambition of establishing the first cathedral of the Episcopal church in America.

Not all San Franciscans approved Kip's success in converting modest Grace Church into the costly, debt-ridden Grace Cathedral. Two months after “Important Correspondence” appeared, for instance, one San Francisco editor said of the bishop:

During the eleven years of his labors among us, his soul yearned for “a Cathedral” and a “Parish School.” Blissful visions of a “Dean and Chapter” also floated airily in his imagination. His great soul meantime over looked such petty trifles as struggling parishes unable to support pastors, and threadbare parsons, in distant parts of the State. . . . What is a starving parson, or a country flock without a shepherd, when weighed against the splendors of a Cathedral, with “responding choirs,” and an intoned service?5

The writer further noted with pleasure that the parsons of the bishop's diocese had recently voted, in his absence and against his will, to officially substitute the name “Grace Church” for “Grace Cathedral.” The vestry did not succeed in replacing Kip until more than a year later when, in September 1866, the Reverend H. Goodwin, assistant minister under Kip, became rector of the cathedral.

To what degree Clemens was aware of these hostile feelings within the [begin page 147] vestry is uncertain, although his initial allusion to the “noble edifice known as Grace Cathedral” seems tinged with irony and a hint of disapproval. In fact, it is safe to say that Clemens showed a persistent prejudice against High Church orthodoxy at least as late as June 1866, when he attacked Bishop Thomas N. Staley in the Hawaiian Islands.6 The ministers most severely ridiculed in these two sketches were, of course, Episcopalians. (He gave the Reverend Charles Wadsworth, a Presbyterian, and the Reverend Horatio Stebbins, a Unitarian, much less harsh treatment.) Clemens' characterization of the Right Reverend Francis Lister Hawks emphasizes his desire for money and prestige—without greatly exaggerating the facts as solemnly reported by Frank Gross in the Bulletin—but Clemens thereby strikes indirectly at Bishop Kip as well. Against Hawks's genteel hypocrisy and eye to the main chance, the author sympathizes with the ungodly, the vulgar, and the deprived—the latter so aptly symbolized by the little boy who missed out on the biscuits.

The main structural device of the sketch—Mark Twain's offering to assist the embarrassed minister—amounts to a major discovery for the apprentice writer. He here exploits the role of the somewhat vulgar adviser to the ministry whose efforts to help, because they are ostensibly prompted “by a spirit of enlarged charity,” cannot be ignored, and yet because they are vulgar, cannot be wholly welcomed either. Mark Twain here assumes the role vis-à-vis the Reverend Hawks that “Mr. Brown” customarily assumes vis-à-vis “Mr. Mark Twain” in the Sandwich Islands letters. Mark Twain frankly admits that he is “not of the elect, so to speak,” even though he is “a sort of a Presbyterian in a general way, and a brevet member of one of the principal churches of that denomination.” We sympathize with this “sinner at large” who, like Tom Sawyer, cannot keep his mind from straying during church service. Speaking throughout in somewhat exaggerated western slang, Mark Twain momentarily transforms himself into a member of the vernacular community, while he ridicules the Reverend Hawks for his mercenary interests, his hypocrisy about slang, and his poor sense of humor. But perhaps the strongest attack comes on the denominational preoccupations of the church. Mark Twain undercuts these doctrinal differences like a true Freemason,7 suggesting that he can write sermons for all the San Fran- [begin page 148] cisco ministers merely by tinkering with the “doctrinal points” and making the same “old sermon” available successively to an Episcopalian, a Methodist, a Unitarian, and finally a Presbyterian. But he reserves his strongest censure for the practice of praying first for the congregation, and then for “other denominations,” “near relations,” and so on, until the “sinners at large” are reached. “How would it do,” he asks in the penultimate paragraph, “to be less diffuse? . . . How would it answer to adopt the simplicity and the beauty and the brevity and the comprehensiveness of the Lord's Prayer as a model? But perhaps I am wandering out of my jurisdiction.” The ultimate point of this comic strategy was, after all, to suggest that he and the other vulgar sinners at large were, despite their bad manners, more genuinely Christian—Christian in the “truest sense of the term” as he said of Henry W. Bellows8—than the genteel ministers to whom he pretends to pay homage. Clemens had discovered a device that would serve him well in many later sketches and in The Innocents Abroad.

Editorial Notes
1 “Two New Journals,” Californian 2 (8 April 1865): 8.
2  Californian 2 (15 April 1865): 8. Although Harte was not named as editor until December 9, three weeks before he again resigned in favor of Webb, several facts suggest he had been acting in that capacity since Webb resigned on April 15. On December 2, for instance, when the magazine announced that Webb would be contributing a column called “Inigoings,” replacing the “Mouse-Trap” by “Trem,” it also said that the “editorship remains unchanged,” implying some continuity (Californian 4 [2 December 1865]: 9). And when Clemens recalled this period in 1906, he said that “Harte was doing a good deal of writing for the Californian — contributing ‘Condensed Novels’ and sketches to it and also acting as editor, I think” ( AMT , p. 123). The “Condensed Novels” began with the issue of July 1.
3 San Francisco Evening Bulletin, 29 April 1865, p. 5. Gross is identified as the “local editor” of the Bulletin in Langley, Directory for 1865, p. 205. Clemens implied that Gross was an “intimate” friend in a letter to Jervis Langdon, 29 December 1868, CL1 , letter 256.
4 “New Clergymen for Our City Pulpits,” San Francisco Evening Bulletin, 15 April 1865, p. 3.
5 “The Cathedral Question,” News Letter and Pacific Mining Journal 15 (8 July 1865): 9.
6 Clemens to the Sacramento Union, written 30 June, published 30 July 1866, reprinted in Walter Francis Frear, Mark Twain and Hawaii (Chicago: Lakeside Press, 1947), pp. 352–355.
7 Clemens was an active Mason at this time, having served as a junior deacon at a meeting of the Angel's Camp lodge as recently as 8 February 1865 ( N&J1 , p. 278 n. 45; the precise date is taken from a PH of the lodge records in MTP). Alexander E. Jones has pointed out that one of the tenets of Freemasonry which must have appealed to Clemens was that “religious creeds are of human origin, and their differences reflect differences in environment and custom” (“Mark Twain and Freemasonry,” American Literature 26 [November 1954]: 370).
8 Clemens to Jane Clemens et al., 4 December 1866, CL1 , letter 115.
Textual Commentary

The first printing in the Californian 2 (6 May 1865): 9 is copy-text. Copies: Bancroft; PH from Yale; PH of the Yale Scrapbook, pp. 32A–33A. Since Mark Twain slightly revised a clipping of the Californian in the Yale Scrapbook, he may have considered reprinting the sketch in JF1. The revised clipping is intact. Mark Twain did not reprint the sketch in JF1 or elsewhere.

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Important Correspondence

between mr. mark twain of san francisco, and rev. bishop hawks explanatory note, d. d., of new york, rev. phillips brooks of philadelphia, and rev. dr. cummins textual note explanatory note emendation of chicago, concerning the occupancy of grace cathedral.

For a long time I have taken a deep interest in the efforts being made to induce the above-named distinguished clergymen—or, rather, some one of them—to come out here and occupy the pulpit of the noble edifice known as Grace Cathedral. And when I saw that the vestry were uniformly unsuccessful, although doing all that they possibly could to attain their object, I felt it my duty to come forward and throw the weight of my influence—such as it might be—in favor of the laudable undertaking. That by so doing I was not seeking to curry favor with the vestry—and that my actions were prompted by no selfish motive of any kind whatever—is sufficiently evidenced by the fact that I am not a member of Grace Church, and never had any conversation with the vestry upon the subject in hand, and never even hinted to them that I was going to write to the clergymen. What I have done in the matter I did of my own free will and accord, without any solicitation from anybody, and my actions were dictated solely by [begin page 150] a spirit of enlarged charity and good feeling toward the congregation of Grace Cathedral. I seek no reward for my services; I desire none but the approval of my own conscience and the satisfaction of knowing I have done that which I conceived to be my duty, to the best of my ability.

M. T.

The correspondence which passed between myself and the Rev. Dr. Hawks was as follows:

letter from myself to bishop hawks.

San Francisco, March, 1865.

Rev. Dr. HawksDear Doctor.—Since I heard that you have telegraphed the vestry of Grace Cathedral here, that you cannot come out to San Francisco and carry on a church at the terms offered you, viz: $7,000 a year, I have concluded to write you on the subject myself. A word in your ear: say nothing to anybody —keep dark—but just pack up your traps and come along out here—I will see that it is all right. That $7,000 dodge was only a bid—nothing more. They never expected you to clinch a bargain like that. I will go to work and get up a little competition among the cloth, and the result of it will be that you will make more money in six months here than you would in New York in a year. I can do it. I have a great deal of influence with the clergy here, and especially with the Rev. Dr. Wadsworthexplanatory note and the Rev. Mr. Stebbinsexplanatory note—I write their sermons for them. [This latter fact is not generally known, however, and maybe you had as well not mention it.] I can get them to strike for higher wages any time.

You would like this berth. It has a greater number of attractive features than any I know of. It is such a magnificent field, for one thing,—why, sinners are so thick that you can't throw out your line without hooking several of them; you'd be surprised—the flattest old sermon a man can grind out is bound to corral half a dozen. You see, you can do such a land-office business on such a small capital. Why, I wrote the most rambling, incomprehensible harangue of a sermon you ever heard in your life for one of the Episcopalian ministers here, and he landed seventeen with it at the first dash; then I trimmed it up to suit Methodist doctrine, and the Rev. Mr. Thomasexplanatory note got eleven more; I tinkered the doctrinal points again, and Stebbins made a lot of Unitarian converts with it; I worked it over once more, and Dr. Wadsworth did almost as well with it as he usually does with my ablest compositions. It was passed around, after that, from church to church, undergoing [begin page 151] changes of dress as before, to suit the vicissitudes of doctrinal climate, until it went the entire rounds. During its career we took in, altogether, a hundred and eighteen of the most abject reprobates that ever traveled on the broad road to destruction.

You would find this a remarkably easy berth—one man to give out the hymns, another to do the praying, another to read the chapter from the Testament—you would have nothing in the world to do but read the litany and preach—no, not read the litany, but sing it. They sing the litany here, in the Pontifical Grand Mass style, which is pleasanter and more attractive than to read it. You need not mind that, though; the tune is not difficult, and requires no more musical taste or education than is required to sell “Twenty-four—self-sealing—envelopes—for f-o-u-r cents,” in your city. I like to hear the litany sung. Perhaps there is hardly enough variety in the music, but still the effect is very fine. Bishop Kip never could sing worth a cent, though. However, he has gone to Europeexplanatory note now to learn. Yes, as I said before, you would have nothing in the world to do but preach and sing that litany; and, between you and me, Doc, as regards the music, if you could manage to ring in a few of the popular and familiar old tunes that the people love so well you would be almost certain to create a sensation. I think I can safely promise you that. I am satisfied that you could do many a thing that would attract less attention than would result from adding a spirited variety to the music of the litany.

Your preaching will be easy. Bring along a barrel of your old obsolete sermons; the people here will never know the difference.

Drop me a line, Hawks; I don't know you, except by reputation, but I like you all the same. And don't you fret about the salary. I'll make that all right, you know. You need not mention to the vestry of Grace Cathedral, though, that I have been communicating with you on this subject. You see, I do not belong to their church, and they might think I was taking too much trouble on their account—though I assure you, upon my honor, it is no trouble in the world to me; I don't mind it; I am not busy now, and I would rather do it than not. All I want is to have a sure thing that you get your rights. You can depend upon me. I'll see you through this business as straight as a shingle; I haven't been drifting around all my life for nothing. I know a good deal more than a boiled carrot, though I may not appear to. And although I am not of the elect, so to speak, I take a strong interest in these things, nevertheless, and I am not going to stand by and see them come any seven-thousand-dollar arrangement over you. I have sent them word in your name that you won't take less than $18,000, [begin page 152] and that you can get $25,000 in greenbacks at home. I also intimated that I was going to write your sermons—I thought it might have a good effect, and every little helps, you know. So you can just pack up and come along—it will be all right—I am satisfied of that. You needn't bring any shirts, I have got enough for us both. You will find there is nothing mean about me—I'll wear your clothes, and you can wear mine, just the same as so many twin brothers. When I like a man, I like him, and I go my death for him. My friends will all be fond of you, and will take to you as naturally as if they had known you a century. I will introduce you, and you will be all right. You can always depend on them. If you were to point out a man and say you did not like him, they would carve him in a minute.

Hurry along, Bishop. I shall be on the lookout for you, and will take you right to my house and you can stay there as long as you like, and it shan't cost you a cent.

Very truly, yours,

Mark Twain.


reply of bishop hawks.

New York, April, 1865.

My Dear Mark.—I had never heard of you before I received your kind letter, but I feel as well acquainted with you now as if I had known you for years. I see that you understand how it is with us poor laborers in the vineyardexplanatory note, and feel for us in our struggles to gain a livelihood. You will be blessed for this—you will have your reward for the deeds done in the fleshexplanatory note—you will get your deserts hereafter. I am really sorry I cannot visit San Francisco, for I can see now that it must be a pleasant field for the earnest worker to toil in; but it was ordered otherwise, and I submit with becoming humility. My refusal of the position at $7,000emendation a year was not precisely meant to be final, but was intended for what the ungodly term a “flyer”—the object being, of course, to bring about an increase of the amount. That object was legitimate and proper, since it so nearly affects the interests not only of myself but of those who depend upon me for sustenance and support. Perhaps you remember a remark I made once to a vestry who had been solicited to increase my salary, my family being a pretty large one: they declined, and said it was promised that Providence would take care of the young ravensexplanatory note. I immediately retorted, in my happiest vein, that there was no similar promise concerning the young Hawks, though! I thought it was very good, at the time. The recollection of it has solaced many a weary hour since then, [begin page 153] when all the world around me seemed dark and cheerless, and it is a source of tranquil satisfaction to me to think of it even at this day.

No; I hardly meant my decision to be final, as I said before, but subsequent events have compelled that result in spite of me. I threw up my parish in Baltimore, although it was paying me very handsomely, and came to New York to see how things were going in our line. I have prospered beyond my highest expectations. I selected a lot of my best sermons—old ones that had been forgotten by everybody—and once a week I let one of them off in the Church of the Annunciation here. The spirit of the ancient sermons bubbled forth with a bead on it and permeated the hearts of the congregation with a new life, such as the worn body feels when it is refreshed with rare old wine. It was a great hit. The timely arrival of the “call” from San Francisco insured success to me. The people appreciated my merits at once. A number of gentlemen immediately clubbed together and offered me $10,000 a year, and agreed to purchase for me the Church of St. George the Martyr, up town, or to build a new house of worship for me if I preferred it. I closed with them on these terms, my dear Mark, for I feel that so long as not even the little sparrows are suffered to fall to the ground unnotedexplanatory note, I shall be mercifully cared for; and besides, I know that come what may, I can always eke out an existence so long as the cotton trade holds out as good as it is now. I am in cotton to some extent, you understand, and that is one reason why I cannot venture to leave here just at present to accept the position offered me in San Francisco. You see I have some small investments in that line which are as yet in an undecided state, and must be looked after.

But time flies, Mark, time flies; and I must bring this screed to a close and say farewell—and if forever, then forever fare thee well. But I shall never forget you, Mark—never!

Your generous solicitude in my behalf—your splendid inventive ability in conceiving of messages to the vestry calculated to make them offer me a higher salary—your sublime intrepidity in tendering those messages as having come from me—your profound sagacity in chaining and riveting the infatuation of the vestry with the intimation that you were going to write my sermons for me—your gorgeous liberality in offering to divide your shirts with me and to make common property of all other wearing apparel belonging to both parties—your cordial tender of your friends' affections and their very extraordinary services—your noble hospitality in providing a home for me in your palatial mansion—all these things call for my highest admiration and gratitude, and call not in vain, my dearest Mark. I shall never [begin page 154] cease to pray for you and hold you in kindly and tearful remembrance. Once more, my gifted friend, accept the fervent thanks and the best wishes of

Your obliged servant,

Rev. Dr. Hawks.


Writes a beautiful letter, don't he?

But when the Bishop uses a tabooed expression, and talks glibly about doing a certain thing “just for a flyer,” don't he shoulder the responsibility of it on to “the ungodly,” with a rare grace?

And what a solid comfort that execrable joke has been to his declining years, hasn't it? If he goes on thinking about it and swelling himself up on account of it, he will be wanting a salary after a while that will break any church that hires him. However, if he enjoys it, and really thinks it was a good joke, I am very sure I don't want to dilute his pleasure in the least by dispelling the illusion. It reminds me, though, of a neat remark which the editor of Harper's Magazine made three years agoexplanatory note, in an article wherein he was pleading for charity for the harmless vanity of poor devil scribblers who imagine they are gifted with genius. He said they didn't know but what their writing was fine—and then he says: “Don't poor Martin Farquhar Tupperexplanatory note fondle his platitudes and think they are poems?” That's it. Let the Bishop fondle his little joke—no doubt it is just as good to him as if it were the very soul of humor.

But I wonder who in the mischief is “St.-George-the-Martyr-Up-Town?” However, no matter—the Bishop is not going to take his chances altogether with St.-George-the-Martyr-Up-Town, or with the little sparrows that are subject to accidents, either—he has a judicious eye on cotton. And he is right, too. Nobody deserves to be helped who don't try to help himself, and “faith without worksexplanatory note” is a risky doctrine.alteration in the MS

Now, what is your idea about his last paragraph? Don't you think he is spreading it on rather thick?—as “the ungodly” would term it. Do you really think there is any rain behind all that thunder and lighteningtextual note? Do you suppose he really means it? They are mighty powerful adjectives—uncommonly powerful adjectives—and sometimes I seem to smell a faint odor of irony [begin page 155] about them. But that could hardly be. He evidently loves me. Why, if I could be brought to believe that that reverend old humorist was discharging any sarcasm at me, I would never write to him again as long as I live. Thinks I will “get my deserts hereafter”—I don't hardly like the ring of that, altogether.

He says he will pray for me, though. Well, he couldn't do anything that would fit my case better, and he couldn't find a subject who would thank him more kindly for it than I would. I suppose I shall come in under the head of “sinners at large“—but I don't mind that; I am no better than any other sinner and I am not entitled to especial consideration. They pray for the congregation first, you know—and with considerable vim; then they pray mildly for other denominations; then for the near relations of the congregation; then for their distant relatives; then for the surrounding community; then for the State; then for the Government officers; then for the United States; then for North America; then for the whole Continent; then for England, Ireland and Scotland; France, Germany and Italy; Russia, Prussia and Austria; then for the inhabitants of Norway, Sweden and Timbuctoo; and those of Saturn, Jupiter and New Jersey; and then they give the niggers a lift, and the Hindoos a lift, and the Turks a lift, and the Chinese a lift; and then, after they have got the fountain of mercy baled out as dry as an ash-hopper, they bespeak the sediment left in the bottom of it for us poor “sinners at large.”

It ain't just exactly fair, is it? Sometimes, (being a sort of a Presbyterian in a general way, and a brevet memberexplanatory note of one of the principal churches of that denomination,) I stand up in devout attitude, with downcast eyes, and hands clasped upon the back of the pew before me, and listen attentively and expectantly for awhile; and then rest upon one foot for a season; and then upon the other; and then insert my hands under my coat-tails and stand erect and look solemn; and then fold my arms and droop forward and look dejected; and then cast my eye furtively at the minister; and then at the congregation; and then grow absent-minded, and catch myself counting the lace bonnets; and marking the drowsy members; and noting the wide-awake ones; and averaging the bald heads; and afterwards descend to indolent conjectures as to whether the buzzing fly that keeps stumbling up the window- [begin page 156] pane and sliding down backwards again will ever accomplish his object to his satisfaction; and, finally, I give up and relapse into a dreary reverie—and about this time the minister reaches my department, and brings me back to hope and consciousness with a kind word for the poor “sinners at large.”

Sometimes we are even forgotten altogether and left out in the cold—and then I call to mind the vulgar little boy who was fond of hot biscuits, and whose mother promised him that he should have all that were left if he would stay away and keep quiet and be a good little boy while the strange guest ate his breakfast; and who watched that voracious guest till the growing apprehension in his young bosom gave place to demonstrated ruin, and then sung out: “There! I know'd how it was goin' to be—I know'd how it was goin' to be, from the start! Blamed if he hain't gobbled the last biscuit!”

I do not complain, though, because it is very seldom that the Hindoos and the Turks and the Chinese get all the atoning biscuits and leave us sinners at large to go hungry. They do remain at the board a long time, though, and we often get a little tired waiting for our turn. How would it do to be less diffuse? How would it do to ask a blessing upon the specialities—I mean the congregation and the immediate community—and then include the whole broad universe in one glowing, fervent appeal? How would it answer to adopt the simplicity and the beauty and the brevity and the comprehensiveness of the Lord's Prayer as a model? But perhaps I am wandering out of my jurisdiction.

The letters I wrote to the Rev. Phillips Brooks of Philadelphia, and the Rev. Dr. Cumminsemendation of Chicago, urging them to come here and take charge of Grace Cathedral, and offering them my countenance and support, will be published next week, together with their replies to the same.emendation

Editorial Emendations Important Correspondence
  cummins  (I-C)  ●  cummings
  $7,000 (I-C)  ●  $7.000
  Cummins (I-C)  ●  Cummings
  same. (I-C)  ●  same. | Mark Twain.
Alterations in the Manuscript Important Correspondence
 But . . . doctrine.] canceled.
   Source: Yale Scrapbook
Textual Notes Important Correspondence
  cummins] The copy-text reading “cummings” here and at 156.28 probably reflects Mark Twain's error in his manuscript, since his source in the San Francisco Evening Bulletin (see the headnote) made the same error. We have emended here and in the companion sketch (no. 102) to correct the misspelling.
 lightening] Possibly a misspelling. Webster's 1828 dictionary gives the spelling as “lightning” but adds, “that is, lightening, the participle present of lighten.” Since the spelling of the copy-text is not unambiguously mistaken, we have not emended.
Explanatory Notes Important Correspondence
  rev. bishop hawks] Francis Lister Hawks (1798–1866) was a noted Episcopal clergyman, educator, and author of books on American church and secular history. He held pastorates in both the North and South, including some in New York City in 1831–1843 and 1849–1862. He was a professor of divinity at Trinity College, Connecticut, and the first president of the University of Louisiana. He declined the office of bishop three times.
  rev. phillips brooks . . . and rev. dr. cummins] See the headnote to “Further of Mr. Mark Twain's Important Correspondence” (no. 102).
 Rev. Dr. Wadsworth] Charles Wadsworth of Connecticut, Emily Dickinson's friend, was pastor of the Calvary Presbyterian Church in San Francisco from 1862 to 1869, when he returned to a pastorate in Philadelphia. Clemens “called on Rev. Dr Wadsworth” on 3 December 1866, but failed to meet him. “I was sorry, because I wanted to make his acquaintance” (Clemens to Jane Clemens et al., 4 December 1866, CL1 , letter 115). He had earlier attended Wadsworth's church, probably on 4 March 1866, and described part of the sermon in a letter to the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise written shortly before his departure for the Sandwich Islands: “Dr. Wadsworth never fails to preach an able sermon,” he said in part, “but every now and then, with an admirable assumption of not being aware of it, he will get off a firstrate joke and then frown severely at any one who is surprised into smiling at it. . . . Several people there on Sunday suddenly laughed and as suddenly stopped again, when he gravely gave the Sunday school books a blast and spoke of ‘the good little boys in them who always went to Heaven, and the bad little boys who infallibly got drowned on Sunday,’ and then swept a savage frown around the house and blighted every smile in the congregation” (“Reflections on the Sabbath,” Golden Era 14 [18 March 1866]: 3, reprinted in WIM , pp. 39–41). When Clemens returned from his trying experiences with the extravagantly religious Quaker City passengers, he gave his own ideal passenger list for a pleasure excursion around the world on 20 November 1867, and included Wadsworth (“Letter from ‘Mark Twain,’ ” written 20 November 1867, published in the San Francisco Alta California, 8 January 1868, p. 1, reprinted in TIA , pp. 309–313). And when he returned to San Francisco in April 1868, Clemens attended a meeting of Wadsworth's newly formed “Literary Society.” “ ‘Mark Twain’ was in the audience,” the San Francisco Alta California reported on April 7, “and in response to an invitation by the management, took the platform in place of an absent singer, and made a speech, which was received with the liveliest applause” (p. 1). All of this evidence suggests that he found Wadsworth more personally congenial than the “hide-bound” members of the clergy.
 Rev. Mr. Stebbins] Horatio Stebbins of Massachusetts and Portland, Maine, served as pastor of the Geary Street First Unitarian Church from 1864 to 1899, succeeding Henry W. Bellows, who had filled the pulpit for six months after the death of Thomas Starr King. As president of the board of trustees of the College of California, Stebbins helped make the college into the state university, of which he was a regent for twenty-six years. Clemens poked good-natured fun at Stebbins a few months later in “The Cruel Earthquake” (no. 120), and on 4 December 1866 he said he was “thick as thieves with the Rev. Stebbings. . . . Stebbings is a regular brick” (Clemens to Jane Clemens et al., 4 December 1866, CL1 , letter 115). He later used Stebbins—with disappointing results—as a character reference to Jervis Langdon (see Mark Twain's Autobiography, ed. Albert Bigelow Paine [New York: Harper and Brothers, 1924], 2:110).
 Rev. Mr. Thomas] The Reverend Eleazer Thomas, editor of the California Christian Advocate, was an officer, not the pastor, of the Powell Street Methodist Episcopal Church (Langley, Directory for 1865, pp. 427, 598).
 he has gone to Europe] On 23 September 1864 Kip had sailed on the Golden City for Panama and Europe. Clemens heralded his return on 24 November 1865 in a notation headed “Kip, Kip, Hurrah!” (“Religious Intelligence,” Californian 1 [24 September 1864]: 9; Langley, Directory for 1865, p. 19; “Mark Twain's Letters. Number 1,” Napa County Reporter, 25 November 1865, p. 2).
 laborers in the vineyard] Compare Matt. 20:1.
 in the flesh] Compare Rom. 7:5 and 8:8–9.
 Providence would take care of the young ravens] Compare Ps. 147:9.
 little sparrows . . . ground unnoted] Compare Matt. 10:29.
 editor of Harper's Magazine made three years ago] The statement Clemens remembered appeared in the “Editor's Easy Chair”: “The editorial fraternity is not without some feeling of honor toward all private contributors and toward the public. They are not altogether ogres and giants. . . . Well, as we are not ogres, neither are we utterly vacuous judges, but just the most ordinary men and women. ‘Fame!’ said a famous man to the Easy Chair—‘What is it? Who ought not to think the very smallest beer of himself when he sees that Martin Farquhar Tupper is famous?’ ” The article then went on to quote and criticize contributed poems (Harper's New Monthly Magazine 24 [December 1861]: 121–126).
 Martin Farquhar Tupper] An English poet and moralist (1810–1889) whose uninspired and often fatuously sentimental compositions reached extremes of banality in his poems to and about children. See the explanatory note on Tupper for “City Marshal Perry” (no. 49).
 faith without works] Compare James 2:20.
 brevet member] In his sketch “Reflections on the Sabbath,” Clemens termed himself a brevet member of Wadsworth's church and explained: “I was sprinkled in infancy, and look upon that as conferring the rank of Brevet Presbyterian. It affords none of the emoluments of the Regular Church—simply confers honorable rank upon the recipient and the right to be punished as a Presbyterian hereafter” ( WIM , p. 40).