MARK TWAIN

Aug. 13. The Jubilee Singers sang at the Lowenlast
night—diviner, even than in their early days, 26 years ago,
They came up to the house this morning and sangtoT
They are as fine people as I am acquainted with in arc
country.

Monday Aug. 16. Last night there was a Fest and a
torchlight procession of wheelmen from here (Weggis)to
Vitznau and back. After midnight four villagers out in a
boat—they had been drinking too much—got upset and
three were drowned: a cook, a confectioner, and a lock-
smith all young men of the village. It has made a deep
sensation. Today the people stand about in groups, talking
low and looking sad. There is but one topic. Even our
family finds itself personally affected by the tragedy; for
we find that our fruitshop woman lost her son by it—a
young fellow of 27, She and her daughter go on with thai
work today as usual (the poor have no emancipations from
work) but they are very sad.

Villa Buhlegg, Weggis, Lake Lucerne, Aug. 18, '97.

One year today since the great disaster fell. Livy went
away to be alone. She took the steamer and spent the day
solitary in an inn in an unknown town up the lakfr-a
village. I spent the day alone under the trees on the
mountain-side, writing some lines—a lament for Susy in
the form of an allegory.

Under the title "In Memoriam" it was pub-
lished in Harper's Magazine, and is now included
in the volume of his collected works "The $30,000
Bequest."

Unquestionably the person that can get lowest down
in cringing before royalty and nobility, and can get most
satisfaction out of crawling on his belly before them, is an

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