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<h2> THE ASCOT GOLD CUP </h2>
<p>The news of Mr. Clemens’s arrival in England in June, 1907, was<br/>
announced in the papers with big headlines. Immediately<br/>
following the announcement was the news—also with big<br/>
headlines—that the Ascot Gold Cup had been stolen the same<br/>
day. The combination, MARK TWAIN ARRIVES-ASCOT CUP STOLEN,<br/>
amused the public. The Lord Mayor of London gave a banquet at<br/>
the Mansion House in honor of Mr. Clemens.<br/></p>
<p>I do assure you that I am not so dishonest as I look. I have been so busy
trying to rehabilitate my honor about that Ascot Cup that I have had no
time to prepare a speech.</p>
<p>I was not so honest in former days as I am now, but I have always been
reasonably honest. Well, you know how a man is influenced by his
surroundings. Once upon a time I went to a public meeting where the
oratory of a charitable worker so worked on my feelings that, in common
with others, I would have dropped something substantial in the hat—if
it had come round at that moment.</p>
<p>The speaker had the power of putting those vivid pictures before one. We
were all affected. That was the moment for the hat. I would have put two
hundred dollars in. Before he had finished I could have put in four
hundred dollars. I felt I could have filled up a blank check—with
somebody else’s name—and dropped it in.</p>
<p>Well, now, another speaker got up, and in fifteen minutes damped my
spirit; and during the speech of the third speaker all my enthusiasm went
away. When at last the hat came round I dropped in ten cents—and
took out twenty-five.</p>
<p>I came over here to get the honorary degree from Oxford, and I would have
encompassed the seven seas for an honor like that—the greatest honor
that has ever fallen to my share. I am grateful to Oxford for conferring
that honor upon me, and I am sure my country appreciates it, because first
and foremost it is an honor to my country.</p>
<p>And now I am going home again across the sea. I am in spirit young but in
the flesh old, so that it is unlikely that when I go away I shall ever see
England again. But I shall go with the recollection of the generous and
kindly welcome I have had.</p>
<p>I suppose I must say “Good-bye.” I say it not with my lips only, but from
the heart.</p>
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