MARK TWAIN

"But that is no why"

Mr. Albert: "Why, your papa would let you have one."

Susie: uYcs—but we do as mamma says."

At Venice

October 14, 1878. This, to all Americans and English-
men who have read my books and been made wiser and
better thereby:

I hardly ever venture to recommend anybody to a
stranger, lost I do that stranger an unintentional harm,
but in this case I do not feel afraid. If you employ Dittura
Agosttno you will find that you have done wisely and well.

Venetian oysters the size of beans—half a dollar a
dozen—tasted 4 dozen.

Close to the end of a red stone bench, where a strip of
embedded iron clamps a new corner, the shape of a brick,
to the rest of the bench, I discovered a mottled surface,
polished by the loiterers of several centuries, another
antique, one which made the hoary mosaic of St. Mark's
but novelties born of yesterday—an antique which was
already an antique when these fables pictured over my
head were invented—an antique which was already an
antique a hundred thousand years or so before—it was a
fossil shell, nearly as large as the crown of my hat. It had
been polished down until it was of the appearance of the
section of a periwinkle (for its form was a spiral).

New acquaintances and old were always rec-
ommending to him remedies for ailments and
accidents.

Crude petroleum is an infallible cure of rheumatism,
applied externally.

A man dreadfully poisoned by poison oak (poison ivy)
was urged to eat the leaves of it and was thoroughly

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