Both my feet are very tender, and often feel as though they were in hot water. But I was wonderfully well and strong, thank G.o.d! and had no end of voice for the two nights running in that great Birmingham hall. We had enormous houses.
So far as I understand the dinner arrangements here, they are much too long. As to the acoustics of that hall, and the position of the tables (both as bad as bad can be), my only consolation is that, if anybody can be heard, _I_ probably can be. The honorary secretary tells me that six hundred people are to dine. The mayor, being no speaker and out of health besides, hands over the toast of the evening to Lord Dufferin.
The town is full of the festival. The Theatre Royal, touched up for the occasion, will look remarkably bright and well for the readings, and our lets are large. It is remarkable that our largest let as yet is for Thursday, not Friday. I infer that the dinner damages Friday, but Dolby does not think so. There appears to be great curiosity to hear the "Murder." (On Friday night last I read to two thousand people, and odd hundreds.)
I hear that Anthony Trollope, Dixon, Lord Houghton, Lemon, Esquiros (of the _Revue des Deux Mondes_), and Sala are to be called upon to speak; the last, for the newspaper press. All the Liverpool notabilities are to muster. And Manchester is to be represented by its mayor with due formality.
I had been this morning to look at St. George"s Hall, and suggest what can be done to improve its acoustics. As usually happens in such cases, their most important arrangements are already made and unchangeable. I should not have placed the tables in the committee"s way at all, and could certainly have placed the das to much greater advantage. So all the good I could do was to show where banners could be hung with some hope of stopping echoes. Such is my small news, soon exhausted. We arrived here at three yesterday afternoon; it is now mid-day; Chorley has not yet appeared, but he had called at the local agent"s while I was at Birmingham.
It is a curious little instance of the way in which things fit together that there is a ship-of-war in the Mersey, whose flags and so forth are to be brought up to St. George"s Hall for the dinner. She is the _Donegal_, of which Paynter told me he had just been captain, when he told me all about Sydney at Bath.
One of the pleasantest things I have experienced here this time, is the manner in which I am stopped in the streets by working men, who want to shake hands with me, and tell me they know my books. I never go out but this happens. Down at the docks just now, a cooper with a fearful stutter presented himself in this way. His modesty, combined with a conviction that if he were in earnest I would see it and wouldn"t repel him, made up as true a piece of natural politeness as I ever saw.
[Sidenote: Miss Hogarth.]
IMPERIAL HOTEL, BLACKPOOL, _Wednesday, April 21st, 1869._
I send you this hasty line to let you know that I have come to this sea-beach hotel (charming) for a day"s rest. I am much better than I was on Sunday, but shall want careful looking to, to get through the readings. My weakness and deadness are all _on the left side_, and if I don"t look at anything I try to touch with my left hand, I don"t know where it is. I am in (secret) consultation with Frank Beard; he recognises, in the exact description I have given him, indisputable evidences of overwork, which he would wish to treat immediately. So I have said: "Go in and win."
I have had a delicious walk by the sea to-day, and I sleep soundly, and have picked up amazingly in appet.i.te. My foot is greatly better too, and I wear my own boot.
[Sidenote: Miss d.i.c.kens.]
PRESTON, _Thursday Evening, April 22nd, 1869._
_Don"t be in the least alarmed._ Beard has come down, and instantly echoes my impression (perfectly unknown to him), that the readings must be _stopped_. I have had symptoms that must not be disregarded. I go to Liverpool to-night with him (to get away from here), and proceed to the office to-morrow.
[Sidenote: The Lord John Russell.]
GAD"S HILL PLACE, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT, _Wednesday, May 26th, 1869._
MY DEAR LORD RUSSELL,
I have delayed answering your kind letter, in order that you might get home before I wrote. I am happy to report myself quite well again, and I shall be charmed to come to Pembroke Lodge on any day that may be most convenient to Lady Russell and yourself after the middle of June.
You gratify me beyond expression by your reference to the Liverpool dinner. I made the allusion to you with all my heart at least, and it was most magnificently received.
I beg to send my kind regard to Lady Russell, with many thanks for her remembrance, and am ever,
My dear Lord Russell, faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
OFFICE OF "ALL THE YEAR ROUND,"
_Thursday, June 24th, 1869._
MY DEAR WILLS,
At a great meeting[30] compounded of your late "Chief," Charley, Morley, Grieve, and Telbin, your letter was read to-day, and a very sincere record of regret and thanks was placed on the books of the great inst.i.tution.
Many thanks for the suggestion about the condition of churches. I am so aweary of church questions of all sorts that I am not quite clear as to tackling this. But I am turning it in my mind. I am afraid of two things: firstly, that the thing would not be picturesquely done; secondly, that a general cuc.u.mber-coolness would pervade the mind of our circulation.
Nothing new here but a speaking-pipe, a post-box, and a mouldy smell from some forgotten crypt--an extra mouldy smell, mouldier than of yore.
Lillie sniffs, projects one eye into nineteen hundred and ninety-nine, and does no more.
I have been to Chadwick"s, to look at a new kind of cottage he has built (very ingenious and cheap).
We were all much disappointed last Sat.u.r.day afternoon by a neighbouring fire being only at a carpenter"s, and not at Drury Lane Theatre.
Ellen"s[31] child having an eye nearly poked out by a young friend, and being asked whether the young friend was not very sorry afterwards, replied: "No. _She_ wasn"t. _I_ was."
London execrable.
Ever affectionately yours.
P.S.--Love to Mrs. Wills.
[Sidenote: Mr. Shirley Brooks.]
GAD"S HILL PLACE, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT, _Tuesday, July 12th, 1869._
MY DEAR BROOKS,
I have appended my sign manual to the memorial, which I think is very discreetly drawn up. I have a strong feeling of sympathy with poor Mrs.
Cunningham, for I remember the pretty house she managed charmingly. She has always done her duty well, and has had hard trials. But I greatly doubt the success of the memorial, I am sorry to add.
It was hotter here yesterday on this Kentish chalk than I have felt it anywhere for many a day. Now it is overcast and raining hard, much to the satisfaction of great farmers like myself.
I am glad to infer from your companionship with the c.o.c.ked Hats, that there is no such thing as gout within several miles of you. May it keep its distance.
Ever, my dear Brooks, faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. C. Macready.]
GAD"S HILL, _Tuesday, July 20th, 1869._
MY DEAREST MACREADY,
I have received your letter here to-day, and deeply feel with you and for you the affliction of poor dear Katie"s loss. I was not unprepared for the sad news, but it comes in such a rush of old remembrances and withered joys that strikes to the heart.
G.o.d bless you! Love and youth are still beside you, and in that thought I take comfort for my dear old friend.
I am happy to report myself perfectly well and flourishing. We are just now announcing the resumption and conclusion of the broken series of farewell readings in a London course of twelve, beginning early in the new year.
Scarcely a day has gone by this summer in which we have not talked of you and yours. Georgina, Mary, and I continually speak of you. In the spirit we certainly are even more together than we used to be in the body in the old times. I don"t know whether you have heard that Harry has taken the second scholarship (fifty pounds a year) at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. The bigwigs expect him to do a good deal there.