I ran across this, by Mr. Twain, while cruising through a few books I picked up from the library the other day:
Boston Daily Globe, December 25, 1890, p. 3
It is my heart-warm and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage, may eventually be gathered together in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, escape the inventor of the telephone.
Hartford, Dec. 23
Merry Christmas everybody. ♫