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*The Reverend Henry Ward Beecher, famed temperance reformer, was the brother of Harriet Beecher Stowe who in later years would be a neighbor of Mark Twain in Hartford, Connecticut. Beecher's wife was the former Eunice White Bullard. She was the sister of Quaker City passenger, the Reverend Henry Bullard and the daughter of the Reverend Artemas Bullard of St. Louis. In the dedication ceremonies of Bellefontaine Cemetery in the Spring of 1850, Reverend Artemas Bullard offered a short prayer of Invocation. He is interred in Bellefontaine Cemetery (Block 40, Lot 764) which is located across the street from Senator Thomas Hart Benton. During the same ceremony Reverend E. Carter Hutchinson read the twenty-third chapter of the Book of Genesis.
**Ten years after the Quaker City excursion, Charles C. Duncan, the organizer of the cruise, gave lectures on the trip. In his lectures he criticized Mark Twain's conduct on the trip. Responding in the manner of Miguel de Cervantes in the Prologue of Don Quixote, Part Two, Mark Twain, in a newspaper letter wrote: To the Editor of The World. Sir; I see by your report of a lecture delivered in your neighborhood very recently, that a bit of my private personal history has been revealed to the public. The lecturer was head-waiter of the Quaker City Excursion of ten years ago. I do not repeat his name for the reason that I think he wants a little notoriety as a basis for introduction to the lecture platform, and I don't wish to contribute. I harbor this suspicion because he calls himself "captain" of that expedition. The truth is, that as soon as the ship was fairly at sea, he was degraded from his captaincy by Mr. Leary (owner of the vessel) and Mr. Bunsley (excutive officer). AS he was not a passenger, and had now ceased to be an officer, it was something of a puzzle to define his position. However, as he still had authority to discharge waiter-boys--an authority which the passengers did not possess--it was presently decided, privately, that he must be the "head-waiter"; and thus he was dubbed. During the voyage he gave orders to none but his under-waiters; all the excursionists will testify to this. It may be humourous enough to call himself "captain" but then it is calculated to deveive the public. The "captain" says that when I came to engage passage in the Quaker City I "seemed to be full of whiskey, or something," and filled his office with "fumes of bad whiskey." I hope this is true, but I cannot say, because it is so long ago; at the same time I am not depraved enough to deny that for a ceaseless, tireless, forty-year public advocate of total abstinence the "captain" is a mighty good judge of whiskey at second-hand. He charges that I couldn't tell the Quaker City tea from coffee. Am I a god that I can solve the impossible? He charges that I uttered a libel when I said he made this speech at a Fourth of July dinner on shipboard; "Ladies and gentlemen, may you all live long and prosper; steward, pass up another basket of champagne." Well, the truth is often a libel, and this may be one; yet it is the truth nevertheless. I did not publish it with malicious intent, but because it showed that even a total-abstinence gladitor can have gentle instincts when he is removed from hampering home influences. Certain of my friends in New York have been so distressed by the "captain's" charges against me that they have simply forced me to come out in print. But I find myself in a great difficulty by reason of the fact that I don't find anything in the charges that discom- forts me. Why should I worry about the "bad whiskey?" I was poor--I couldn't afford good whiskey. How could I know that the "captain" was so particular about the quality of a man's liquor? I didn't know he was a purist in that matter, and that the difference between 5-cent and 40-cent toddy would remain a ranking memory with him for ten years. But where is the use in bothering about what a man's character was ten years ago, anyway? Perhaps the captain values his character of ten years ago? I never have heard of any reason why he should; but still he may possibly value it. No matter. I do not value my character of ten years ago. I can go out any time and buy a better one for half it cost me. In truth, I hadn't anything up but scaffolding, so to speak. But I have finished the edifice now and taken down that worm-eaten scaffolding. I have finished my moral edifice, and frescoed it and furnished it, and I am obliged to admit that it is one of the neatest and sweetest things of the kind that I have ever encountered. I greatly value it, and I would feel like resenting any damage done to it. But that old scaffolding is no longer of any use to me; and inasmuch as the "captain" seems able to ue it to advantage, I hereby make him a present of it. It is a little shaky, of course, but if he will patch it here and there he will find that it is still superior to anything of the kind he can scare up upon his own premises. February 14, 1877 Mark Twain
***Bret Harte thought the chapter repetitious and in poor taste; especially the staring of the Spaniards at Julia Newell's short traveling dress.
****The Julius Moulton tombstone, which is in the Moulton family burial lot in Bellefontaine Cemetery, bears the following inscription: I do not ask my cross to understand, my way to see, but in the darkness just to feel thy hand and follow thee.
*****In 1874 Julius Moulton was appointed as an engineer of the Sewer Department of the city of St. Louis. He was appointed the Chief Engineer of the Department of Harbor and Wharfs in 1883. He served in that capacity for thirty-one years. The irony of the renaming of the 30-year-old habor steamboat during Mark Twain's 1902 trip, from "St. Louis" to "Mark Twain" by the Harbor Department, is that Julius Moulton was Chief Engineer of that department which renamed the boat. Had they never seen each other since the Quaker City cruise as Mark Twain stated in 1907? I think it is a conundrum worth investigating. (Last line, Chapter 11, Roughing It) Were they both unaware of each other's presence in St. Louis?
Main image is taken from my own personal cd collection and the information that is on the following pages have been researched through genealogy links and the Bellefontaine Cemetery listings. This set is NOT linkware and is NOT to leave this site by any means. It is for my own personal use and NOT yours. Thanks.....Fiddlinsue a.k.a. Suzanne
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