The confusion was decidedly owing to the local agents. But I think it may have been a little heightened by Headland"s way of sending them the tickets to sell in the first instance.
Now, as I must read again in Edinburgh on Sat.u.r.day night, your travelling arrangements are affected. So observe carefully (you and Mamie) all that I am going to say. It appears to me that the best course will be for you to come to _Edinburgh_ on Sat.u.r.day; taking the fast train from the Great Northern station at nine in the morning. This would bring you to the Waterloo at Edinburgh, at about nine or so at night, and I should be home at ten. We could then have a quiet Sunday in Edinburgh, and go over to Carlisle on the Monday morning.
The expenditure of lungs and spirits was (as you may suppose) rather great last night, and to sleep well was out of the question; I am therefore rather f.a.gged to-day. And as the hall in which I read to-night is a large one, I must make my letter a short one.
My people were torn to ribbons last night. They have not a hat among them, and scarcely a coat.
Give my love to Mamie. To her question, "Will there be war with America?" I answer, "Yes;" I fear the North to be utterly mad, and war to be unavoidable.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
VICTORIA HOTEL, PRESTON, _Friday, Dec. 13th, 1861._
MY DEAR WILLS,
The news of the Christmas number is indeed glorious, and nothing can look brighter or better than the prospects of the ill.u.s.trious publication.
Both Carlisle and Lancaster have come out admirably, though I doubted both, as you did. But, unlike you, I always doubted this place. I do so still. It is a poor place at the best (you remember?), and the mills are working half time, and trade is very bad. The expenses, however, will be a mere nothing. The accounts from Manchester for to-morrow, and from Liverpool for the readings generally, are very cheering indeed.
The young lady who sells the papers at the station is just the same as ever. Has orders for to-night, and is coming "with a person." "_The_ person?" said I. "Never _you_ mind," said she.
I was so charmed with Robert Chambers"s "Traditions of Edinburgh" (which I read _in_ Edinburgh), that I was obliged to write to him and say so.
Glasgow finished n.o.bly, and the last night in Edinburgh was signally successful and positively splendid.
Will you give my small Admiral, on his personal application, one sovereign? I have told him to come to you for that recognition of his meritorious services.
Ever faithfully.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
ADELPHI HOTEL, LIVERPOOL, _Sunday, Dec. 15th, 1861._
MY DEAR WILLS,
I sent you a telegram to-day, and I write before the answer has come to hand.
I have been very doubtful what to do here. We have a great let for to-morrow night. The Mayor recommends closing to-morrow, and going on on Tuesday and Wednesday, so does the town clerk, so do the agents. But I have a misgiving that they hardly understand what the public general sympathy with the Queen will be. Further, I feel personally that the Queen has always been very considerate and gracious to me, and I would on no account do anything that might seem unfeeling or disrespectful. I shall attach great weight, in this state of indecision, to your telegram.
A capital audience at Preston. Not a capacious room, but full. Great appreciation.
The scene at Manchester last night was really magnificent. I had had the platform carried forward to our "Frozen Deep" point, and my table and screen built in with a proscenium and room scenery. When I went in (there was a very fine hall), they applauded in the most tremendous manner; and the extent to which they were taken aback and taken by storm by "Copperfield" was really a thing to see.
The post closes early here on a Sunday, and I shall close this also without further reference to "a message from the" W. H. W. being probably on the road.
Radley is ill, and supposed to be fast declining, poor fellow. The house is crammed, the a.s.sizes on, and troops perpetually embarking for Canada, and their officers pa.s.sing through the hotel.
Kindest regards, ever faithfully.
[Sidenote: Miss Mary Boyle.]
GAD"S HILL, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT, _Sat.u.r.day, Dec. 28th, 1861._
MY DEAR MARY,
On Monday (as you know) I am away again, but I am not sorry to see land and a little rest before me; albeit, these are great experiences of the public heart.
The little Admiral has gone to visit America in the _Orlando_, supposed to be one of the foremost ships in the Service, and the best found, best manned, and best officered that ever sailed from England. He went away much gamer than any giant, attended by a chest in which he could easily have stowed himself and a wife and family of his own proportions.
Ever and always, your affectionate JOE.
1862.
NARRATIVE.
At the beginning of this year, Charles d.i.c.kens resumed the reading tour which he had commenced at the close of the previous year and continued up to Christmas. The first letter which follows, to Mr. Wills, a New Year"s greeting, is written from a railway station between one town and another on this journey. Mr. Macready, who had married for the second time not very long before this, was now settled at Cheltenham. Charles d.i.c.kens had arranged to give readings there, chiefly for the pleasure of visiting him, and of having him as one of his audience.
This reading tour went on until the beginning of February. One of the last of the series was in his favourite "beautiful room," the St.
George"s Hall at Liverpool. In February, he made an exchange of houses with his friends Mr. and Mrs. Hogge, they going to Gad"s Hill, and he and his family to Mr. Hogge"s house in Hyde Park Gate South. In March he commenced a series of readings at St. James"s Hall, which went on until the middle of June, when he, very gladly, returned to his country home.
A letter beginning "My dear Girls," addressed to some American ladies who happened to be at Colchester, in the same inn with him when he was reading there, was published by one of them under the name of "Our Letter," in the "St. Nicholas Magazine," New York, in 1877. We think it best to explain it in the young lady"s own words, which are, therefore, appended to the letter.
Mr. Walter Thornbury was one of Charles d.i.c.kens"s most valuable contributors to "All the Year Round." His letters to him about the subjects of his articles for that journal, are specimens of the minute and careful attention and personal supervision, never neglected or distracted by any other work on which he might be engaged, were it ever so hard or engrossing.
The letter addressed to Mr. Baylis we give chiefly because it has, since Mr. Baylis"s death, been added to the collection of MSS. in the British Museum. He was a very intimate and confidential friend of the late Lord Lytton, and accompanied him on a visit to Gad"s Hill in that year.
We give an extract from another letter from Charles d.i.c.kens to his sister, as a beautiful specimen of a letter of condolence and encouragement to one who was striving, very bravely, but by very slow degrees, to recover from the overwhelming grief of her bereavement. Mr.
Wilkie Collins was at this time engaged on his novel of "No Name," which appeared in "All the Year Round," and was threatened with a very serious breakdown in health. Charles d.i.c.kens wrote the letter which we give, to relieve Mr. Collins"s mind as to his work. Happily he recovered sufficiently to make an end to his own story without any help; but the true friendship and kindness which suggested the offer were none the less appreciated, and may, very likely, by lessening his anxiety, have helped to restore his health. At the end of October in this year, Charles d.i.c.kens, accompanied by his daughter and sister-in-law, went to reside for a couple of months in Paris, taking an apartment in the Rue du Faubourg St. Honore. From thence he writes to M. Charles Fechter. He had been greatly interested in this fine artist from the time of his first appearance in England, and was always one of his warmest friends and supporters during his stay in this country. M. Fechter was, at this time, preparing for the opening of the Lyceum Theatre, under his own management, at the beginning of the following year.
Just before Christmas, Charles d.i.c.kens returned to Gad"s Hill. The Christmas number for this year was "Somebody"s Luggage."
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
AT THE BIRMINGHAM STATION, _Thursday, Jan. 2nd, 1862._
MY DEAR WILLS,
Being stationed here for an hour, on my way from Leamington to Cheltenham, I write to you.
Firstly, to reciprocate all your cordial and affectionate wishes for the New Year, and to express my earnest hope that we may go on through many years to come, as we have gone on through many years that are gone. And I think we can say that we doubt whether any two men can have gone on more happily and smoothly, or with greater trust and confidence in one another.