June 10 Monday – Peter Richards drew a sketch of Mark Twain sometime during the voyage. See insert, captioned: “Sketched from life by P. Richards.” 

Isabel Lyon’s journal: Dusting books and cleaning Jean’s closet and thinking of a big plunging ship. A.B. came in to find me on a stepladder, and I so glad to see him, then he left, happily he missed his train and so he came back to go over instalments for the N.A. Review, but he grew tired of that—because he was tired already, so we went up to Boyagian’s [sic Boyajian Bros.] to look at mugs and bought one, a Khiva, I believe, for the new old house.

At 5 o’clock le grand Howland came in to talk up an Italian trip—a debuting trip, for Santa. It sounds sweeter than anything that could happen to for a young singer, for his scheme, Will said he is afraid it is just that, so I had to use the word plan—is to go to Siena, Padua, Piaceuza, Bologna, Venice, Brindisi, Pola and other little cities. Oh, the little cities of Italy. We are all excitement, but Santa is beginning a tonsillitis [MTP TS 67].

Ella M. Glynes sent Sam a luncheon invitation from the Society of American Women in London [MTP].

Louis M. Howland wrote to Sam from Paris, addressing him as “Brother Player.” The letter is an appreciation of JA with the last paragraph in French [MTP].

Tom Pechey wrote on a mourning card from Tonbridge, England: “Dear old friend. / Wouldn’t you like a chat over old Virginia City Times? My wife and I would be delighted if you would come down to lunch with us” [MTP].

Francis H. Skrine wrote from London to “implore” Sam “not to leave England without giving us a chance of shaking you by the hand, of only for the sake of old times” [MTP].