"Mark Twain" delivered his new lecture, which contains his Nevada experience, on
Monday evening at the Michigan Avenue Baptist Church, and last evening at the Union
Park Congregational Church. Both places were crowded. Mr. Clemens is a youngish looking
man of perhaps thirty-five, not handsome, but having a bright, intelligent look,
and an eye with a humorous twinkle that put him at once en rapport with an
audience. There is nothing finical about his style of dress. He is clean shaven,
and his manner of wearing his hair, which is abundant, shows that he is his own
tonsorial artist. His clothing, upon the platform, was, on Monday evening, a black
suit, the upper garment being a black frock coat, closely buttoned. His style of
oratorical delivery is like that of Artemas Ward. He has the same dry, hesitating,
stammering manner, and his face, aside from the merry light in his eyes, is as grave
and solemn as the visage of an undertaker when screwing down a coffin-lid. He always
introduces himself, for reasons which he gives his audiences. On Monday night he
prefaced his lecture with the following remarks:
