my new story, on account of the
misery of having to do it all over again. We--all send love to you--all. Yrs ever
MARK.

The "story" referred to may have been any one of several
begun by him at this time. His head was full of ideas for
literature of every sort. Many of his beginnings came to
nothing, for the reason that he started wrong, or with no
definitely formed plan. Others of his literary enterprises
were condemned by his wife for their grotesqueness or for
the offense they might give in one way or another, however
worthy the intention behind them. Once he wrote a burlesque
on family history "The Autobiography of a Damned Fool."
"Livy wouldn't have it," he said later, "so I gave it up."
The world is indebted to Mark Twain's wife for the check she
put upon his fantastic or violent impulses. She was his
public, his best public--clearheaded and wise. That he
realized this, and was willing to yield, was by no means the
least of his good fortunes. We may believe that he did not
always yield easily, and perhaps sometimes only out of love
for her. In the letter which he wrote her on her thirtieth
birthday we realize something of what she had come to mean
in his life.

*****

To Mrs. Clemens on her Thirtieth Birthday:

HARTFORD, November 27, 1875.

Livy darling, six years have gone by since I made my first great success
in life and won you, and thirty years have passed since Providence made
preparation for that happy success by sending you into the world. Every
day we live together adds to the security of my confidence, that we
can never any more wish to be separated than that we can ever imagine a
regret that we were ever joined. You are dearer to me to-day, my child,
than you were upon the last anniversary of this birth-day; you were
dearer then than you were a year before--you have grown more and more
dear from the first of those anniversaries, and I do not doubt that this
precious progression will continue on to the end.

Let us look forward to the coming anniversaries, with their age and
their gray hairs without fear and without depression, trusting and
believing that the love we bear each other will be sufficient to make
them blessed.

So, with abounding affection for you and our babies, I ha