Worthy of his portrait, a place on his monument, as well as a place
among his “perennial-consolation heirlooms”:
“Got up; washed; went to bed.”
The subject's own words (see Innocents Abroad). Can't go back on
your own words, Mark Twain. There's nothing “to strike out”;
nothing “to replace.” What more could be said of any one?
“Got up!”--Think of the fullness of meaning! The possibilities of
life, its achievements--physical, intellectual, spiritual. Got up
to the top!--the climax of human aspiration on earth!
“Washed”--Every whit clean; purified--body, soul, thoughts,
purposes.
“Went to bed”--Work all done--to rest, to sleep. The culmination of
the day well spent!
God looks after the awakening.
Mrs. S. A. OREN-HAYNES.
Mark Twain was the only man who ever lived, so far as we know, whose
lies were so innocent, and withal so helpful, as to make them worth
more than a whole lot of fossilized priests' eternal truths.