try suffer.

Loisette doesn't make memories, he furnishes confidence in memories
that already exist. Isn't that valuable? Indeed it is to me.
Whenever hereafter I shall choose to pack away a thing properly in
that refrigerator I sha'n't be bothered with the aforetime doubts; I
shall know I'm going to find it sound and sweet when I go for it
again.

Loisette naturally made the most of this advertising and flooded the
public with Mark Twain testimonials. But presently Clemens decided that
after all the system was not sufficiently simple to benefit the race at
large. He recalled his printed letters and prevailed upon Loisette to
suppress his circulars. Later he decided that the whole system was a
humbug.

CLXIII. LETTER TO THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND

It was one day in 1887 that Clemens received evidence that his
reputation as a successful author and publisher--a man of wealth and
revenues--had penetrated even the dimness of the British Tax Offices. A
formidable envelope came, inclosing a letter from his London publishers
and a very large printed document all about the income tax which the
Queen's officers had levied upon his English royalties as the result of
a report that he had taken Buckenham Hall, Norwich, for a year, and was
to become an English resident. The matter amused and interested him. To
Chatto & Windus he wrote:

I will explain that all that about Buckenham Hall was an English
newspaper's mistake. I was not in England, and if I had been I
wouldn't have been at Buckenham Hall anyway, but Buckingham Palace,
or I would have endeavored to have found out the reason why...

But we won't resist. We'll pay as if I were really a resident. The
country that allows me copyright has a right to tax me.

Reflecting on the matter, Clemens decided to make literature of it.
He conceived the notion of writing an open letter to the Queen in the
character of a rambling, garrulous, but well-disposed countryman whose
idea was that her Majesty conducted all the business of the empire
herself. He began:

HARTFORD, November 6, 2887.

MADAM, You will remember that last May Mr. Edward Bright, the clerk
of the Inland Revenue Office, wrote me about a tax which he said was
due from me to the Government on books of mine published in London
--that is to say, an income tax on the royalties. I do not know Mr.
Bright, and it is embarrassing to me