The Letters of Charles Dickens Volume Iii Part 24
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DEVONs.h.i.+RE TERRACE, _March 6th, 1846._
MY DEAR STANNY,
In reference to the damage of the candlesticks, I beg to quote (from "The Cricket on the Hearth," by the highly popular and deservedly so d.i.c.k) this reply:
"I'll damage you if you enquire."
Ever yours, My block-reeving, Main-brace splicing, Lead-heaving, s.h.i.+p-conning, Stun'sail-bending, Deck-swabbing Son of a sea-cook, HENRY BLUFF, H.M.S. _Timber._
[Sidenote: Mr. Charles Knight.]
DEVONs.h.i.+RE TERRACE, _Sat.u.r.day, April 13th, 1846._
MY DEAR SIR,
Do you recollect sending me your biography of Shakespeare last autumn, and my not acknowledging its receipt? I do, with remorse.
The truth is, that I took it out of town with me, read it with great pleasure as a charming piece of honest enthusiasm and perseverance, kept it by me, came home, meant to say all manner of things to you, suffered the time to go by, got ashamed, thought of speaking to you, never saw you, felt it heavy on my mind, and now fling off the load by thanking you heartily, and hoping you will not think it too late.
Always believe me, Faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Miss Ely.]
DEVONs.h.i.+RE TERRACE, _Sunday, April 19th, 1846._
MY DEAR MISS ELY,
A mysterious emissary brought me a note in your always welcome handwriting at the Athenaeum last night. I enquired of the servant in attendance whether the bearer of this letter was of my vast establishment. To which he replied "Yezzir." "Then," said I, "tell him not to wait."
Maclise was with me. It was then half-past seven. We had been walking, and were splashed to the eyes. We debated upon the possibility of getting to Russell Square in reasonable time--decided that it would be in the worst taste to appear when the performance would be half over--and very reluctantly decided not to come. You may suppose how dirty and dismal we were when we went to the Thames Tunnel, of all places in the world, instead!
When I came home here at midnight I found another letter from you (I left off in this place to press it dutifully to my lips). Then my mind misgave me that _you_ must have sent to the Athenaeum. At the apparent rudeness of my reply, my face, as Hadji Baba says, was turned upside down, and fifty donkeys sat upon my father's grave--or would have done so, but for his not being dead yet.
Therefore I send this humble explanation--protesting, however, which I do most solemnly, against being invited under such untoward circ.u.mstances; and claiming as your old friend and no less old admirer to be instantly invited to the next performance, if such a thing is ever contemplated.
Ever, my dear Miss Ely, Faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. Douglas Jerrold.]
DEVONs.h.i.+RE TERRACE, _Tuesday, May 26th, 1846._
MY DEAR JERROLD,
I send you herewith some books belonging to you. A thousand thanks for the "Hermit." He took my fancy mightily when I first saw him in the "Illuminated;" and I have stowed him away in the left-hand breast pocket of my travelling coat, that we may hold pleasant converse together on the Rhine. You see what confidence I have in him!
I wish you would seriously consider the expediency and feasibility of coming to Lausanne in the summer or early autumn. I must be at work myself during a certain part of every day almost, and you could do twice as much there as here. It is a wonderful place to see--and what sort of welcome you would find I will say nothing about, for I have vanity enough to believe that you would be willing to feel yourself as much at home in my household as in any man's.
Do think it over. I could send you the minutest particular of the journey. It is really all railroad and steamboat, and the easiest in the world.
At Macready's on Thursday, we shall meet, please G.o.d!
Always, my dear Jerrold, Cordially yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. C. Macready.]
GENEVA, _Sat.u.r.day, October 24th, 1846._
MY DEAR MACREADY,
The welcome sight of your handwriting moves me (though I have nothing to say) to show you mine, and if I could recollect the pa.s.sage in Virginius I would paraphrase it, and say, "Does it seem to tremble, boy? Is it a loving autograph? Does it beam with friends.h.i.+p and affection?" all of which I say, as I write, with--oh Heaven!--such a splendid imitation of you, and finally give you one of those grasps and shakes with which I have seen you make the young Icilius stagger again.
Here I am, running away from a bad headache as Tristram Shandy ran away from death, and lodging for a week in the Hotel de l'ecu de Geneve, wherein there is a large mirror shattered by a cannon-ball in the late revolution. A revolution, whatever its merits, achieved by free spirits, n.o.bly generous and moderate, even in the first transports of victory, elevated by a splendid popular education, and bent on freedom from all tyrants, whether their crowns be shaven or golden. The newspapers may tell you what they please. I believe there is no country on earth but Switzerland in which a violent change could have been effected in the Christian spirit shown in this place, or in the same proud, independent, gallant style. Not one halfpennyworth of property was lost, stolen, or strayed. Not one atom of party malice survived the smoke of the last gun. Nothing is expressed in the Government addresses to the citizens but a regard for the general happiness, and injunctions to forget all animosities; which they are practically obeying at every turn, though the late Government (of whose spirit I had some previous knowledge) did load the guns with such material as should occasion gangrene in the wounds, and though the wounded _do_ die, consequently, every day, in the hospital, of sores that in themselves were nothing.
_You_ a mountaineer! _You_ examine (I have seen you do it) the point of your young son's baton de montagne before he went up into the snow! And _you_ talk of coming to Lausanne in March! Why, Lord love your heart, William Tell, times are changed since you lived at Altorf. There is not a mountain pa.s.s open until June. The snow is closing in on all the panorama already. I was at the Great St. Bernard two months ago, and it was bitter cold and frosty then. Do you think I could let you hazard your life by going up any pa.s.s worth seeing in bleak March? Never shall it be said that d.i.c.kens sacrificed his friend upon the altar of his hospitality! Onward! To Paris! (Cue for band. d.i.c.kens points off with truncheon, first entrance P.S. Page delivers gauntlets on one knee.
d.i.c.kens puts 'em on and gradually falls into a fit of musing. Mrs.
d.i.c.kens lays her hand upon his shoulder. Business. Procession. Curtain.)
It is a great pleasure to me, my dear Macready, to hear from yourself, as I had previously heard from Forster, that you are so well pleased with "Dombey," which is evidently a great success and a great hit, thank G.o.d! I felt that Mrs. Brown was strong, but I was not at all afraid of giving as heavy a blow as I could to a piece of hot iron that lay ready at my hand. For that is my principle always, and I hope to come down with some heavier sledge-hammers than that.
I know the lady of whom you write. ---- left there only yesterday. The story may arise only in her manner, which is extraordinarily free and careless. He was visiting her here, when I was here last, three weeks ago. I knew her in Italy. It is not her fault if scandal ever leaves her alone, for such a braver of all conventionalities never wore petticoats.
But I should be sorry to hear there was anything guilty in her conduct.
She is very clever, really learned, very pretty, much neglected by her husband, and only four-and-twenty years of age.
Kate and Georgy send their best loves to Mrs. and Miss Macready and all your house.
Your most affectionate Friend.
[Sidenote: Mr. Haldimand.]
PARIS, _November, 1846._
Talking of which[6] reminds me to say, that I have written to my printers, and told them to prefix to "The Battle of Life" a dedication that is printed in illuminated capitals on my heart. It is only this:
"This Christmas book is cordially inscribed to my English friends in Switzerland."
I shall trouble you with a little parcel of three or four copies to distribute to those whose names will be found written in them, as soon as they can be made ready, and believe me, that there is no success or approval in the great world beyond the Jura that will be more precious and delightful to me, than the hope that I shall be remembered of an evening in the coming winter time, at one or two friends' I could mention near the Lake of Geneva. It runs with a spring tide, that will always flow and never ebb, through my memory; and nothing less than the waters of Lethe shall confuse the music of its running, until it loses itself in that great sea, for which all the currents of our life are desperately bent.
[Sidenote: Mr. Walter Savage Landor.]
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