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Observe our address above--the post delivers letters daily at the house.

Even with the work and fuss of settling the house Livy has improved--and the best is yet to come.There is going to be absolute seclusion here--a hermit life, in fact.We (the rest of us) shall run over to the Ross's frequently, and they will come here now and then and see Livy--that is all.Mr.Fiske is away--nobody knows where--and the work on his house has been stopped and his servants discharged.Therefore we shall merely go Rossing--as far as society is concerned--shan't circulate in Florence until Livy shall be well enough to take a share in it.

This present house is modern.It is not much more than two centuries old; but parts of it, and also its foundations are of high antiquity.

The fine beautiful family portraits--the great carved ones in the large ovals over the doors of the big hall--carry one well back into the past.

One of them is dated 1305--he could have known Dante, you see.Another is dated 1343--he could have known Boccaccio and spent his afternoons in Fiesole listening to the Decameron tales.Another is dated 1463--he could have met Columbus.....

Evening.The storm thundered away until night, and the rain came down in floods.For awhile there was a partial break, which furnished about such a sunset as will be exhibited when the Last Day comes and the universe tumbles together in wreck and ruin.I have never seen anything more spectacular and impressive.

One person is satisfied with the villa, anyway.Jean prefers it to all Europe, save Venice.Jean is eager to get at the Italian tongue again, now, and I see that she has forgotten little or nothing of what she learned of it in Rome and Venice last spring.

I am the head French duffer of the family.Most of the talk goes over my head at the table.I catch only words, not phrases.When Italian comes to be substituted I shall be even worse off than I am now, I suppose.

This reminds me that this evening the German girl said to Livy, "Man hat mir gesagt loss Sie una candella verlaught habe"--unconsciously dropping in a couple of Italian words, you see.So she is going to join the polyglots, too, it appears.They say it is good entertainment to hear her and the butler talk together in their respective tongues, piecing out and patching up with the universal sign-language as they go along.Five languages in use in the house (including the sign-language-hardest-worked of them all) and yet with all this opulence of resource we do seem to have an uncommonly tough time making ourselves understood.

What we lack is a cat.If we only had Germania! That was the most satisfactory all-round cat I have seen yet.Totally ungermanic in the raciness of his character and in the sparkle of his mind and the spontaneity of his movements.We shall not look upon his like again....

S.L.C.

Clemens got well settled down to work presently.He found the situation, the climate, the background, entirely suited to literary production, and in a little while he had accomplished more than at any other time since his arrival in Europe.From letters to Mrs.

Crane and to Mr.Hall we learn something of his employments and his satisfaction.

To Mrs.Crane, in Elmira:

VILLA VIVIANI

SETTIGNANO, FLORENCE.Oct.22, '92.

DEAR SUE,--We are getting wonted.The open fires have driven away the cold and the doubt, and now a cheery spirit pervades the place.Livy and the Kings and Mademoiselle having been taking their tea a number of times, lately, on the open terrace with the city and the hills and the sunset for company.I stop work, a few minutes, as a rule, when the sun gets down to the hilltops west of Florence, and join the tea-group to wonder and exclaim.There is always some new miracle in the view, a new and exquisite variation in the show, a variation which occurs every 15minutes between dawn and night.Once early in the morning, a multitude of white villas not before perceived, revealed themselves on the far hills; then we recognized that all those great hills are snowed thick with them, clear to the summit.

The variety of lovely effects, the infinitude of change, is something not to be believed by any who has not seen it.No view that I am acquainted with in the world is at all comparable to this for delicacy, charm, exquisiteness, dainty coloring, and bewildering rapidity of change.It keeps a person drunk with pleasure all the time.Sometimes Florence ceases to be substantial, and becomes just a faint soft dream, with domes and towers of air, and one is persuaded that he might blow it away with a puff of his breath.

Livy is progressing admirably.This is just the place for her.

[Remainder missing.]

To Fred J.Hall, in New York:

Dec.12, '92.

DEAR MR.HALL,--November check received.

I have lent the Californian's Story to Arthur Stedman for his Author Club Book, so your suggestion that my new spring-book bear that name arrives too late, as he probably would not want us to use that story in a book of ours until the Author book had had its run.That is for him to decide--and I don't want him hampered at all in his decision.I, for my part, prefer the "$1,000,000 Banknote and Other Stories" by Mark Twain as a title, but above my judgment I prefer yours.I mean this--it is not taffy.

I told Arthur to leave out the former squib or paragraph and use only the Californian's Story.Tell him this is because I am going to use that in the book I am now writing.

I finished "Those Extraordinary Twins" night before last makes 60 or 80,000 words--haven't counted.

The last third of it suits me to a dot.I begin, to-day, to entirely recast and re-write the first two-thirds--new plan, with two minor characters, made very prominent, one major character cropped out, and the Twins subordinated to a minor but not insignificant place.

The minor character will now become the chiefest, and I will name the story after him--"Puddn'head Wilson."Merry Xmas to you, and great prosperity and felicity!

S.L.CLEMENS.