Twain was now a prosperous and famous man. He did not rank with Emerson, Longfellow, or Howells, and strangely enough not even with Aldrich, a poet of the sixth or seventh order, whose Story of a Bad Boy had been so completely distanced by Tom Sawyer . Twain had to sit down and away from the table of honor where these others feasted. He was then a much more important writer than Holmes or Howells, but he was out of the West, and he was a humorist and these two things interfered with his serious acceptance all around. It was inevitable that he should be classed with Nasby, Josh Billings, and the other clowns of the time, and not looked upon as a philosopher, which in truth he was not, though later esteemed as such. His best work was yet to come, written amid business distractions and trips abroad. In these late seventies he was at work upon A Tramp Abroad and The Prince and the Pauper; in the early eighties he was writing Life on the Mississippi.
About 1879 or 1880 Twain became financially in-