GAD"S HILL, _Sunday, Dec. 20th, 1863._
MY DEAR WILLS,
I am clear that you took my cold. Why didn"t you do the thing completely, and take it away from me? for it hangs by me still.
Will you tell Mrs. Linton that in looking over her admirable account (_most_ admirable) of Mrs. Gordon"s book, I have taken out the references to Lockhart, not because I in the least doubt their justice, but because I knew him and he liked me; and because one bright day in Rome, I walked about with him for some hours when he was dying fast, and all the old faults had faded out of him, and the now ghost of the handsome man I had first known when Scott"s daughter was at the head of his house, had little more to do with this world than she in her grave, or Scott in his, or small Hugh Littlejohn in his. Lockhart had been anxious to see me all the previous day (when I was away on the Campagna), and as we walked about I knew very well that _he_ knew very well why. He talked of getting better, but I never saw him again. This makes me stay Mrs. Linton"s hand, gentle as it is.
Mrs. Lirriper is indeed a most brilliant old lady. G.o.d bless her.
I am glad to hear of your being "haunted," and hope to increase your stock of such ghosts pretty liberally.
Ever faithfully.
FOOTNOTES:
[8] Alluding to a translation of a play by M. Maquet, which M. Fechter was then preparing for his theatre.
[9] Now Mrs. Dallas Glyn.
[10] Formerly Miss Talfourd.
[11] His travelling journal.
[12] Answer to letter from Jewish lady, remonstrating with him on injustice to the Jews, shown in the character of f.a.gin, and asking for subscription for the benefit of the Jewish poor.
1864.
NARRATIVE.
Charles d.i.c.kens was, as usual, at Gad"s Hill, with a family and friendly party, at the opening of this year, and had been much shocked and distressed by the news of the sudden death of Mr. Thackeray, brought to him by friends arriving from London on the Christmas Eve of 1863, the day on which the sad event happened. He writes of it, in the first letter of the year, to Mr. Wilkie Collins, who was pa.s.sing the winter in Italy. He tells him, also, of his having got well to work upon a new serial story, the first number of which ("Our Mutual Friend") was published on the 1st of May.
The year began very sadly for Charles d.i.c.kens. On the 7th of February (his own birthday) he received the mournful announcement of the death of his second son, Walter Landor (a lieutenant in the 42nd Royal Highlanders), who had died quite suddenly at Calcutta, on the last night of the year of 1863, at the age of twenty-three. His third son, Francis Jeffrey, had started for India at the end of January.
His annual letter to M. de Cerjat contains an allusion to "another generation beginning to peep above the table"--the children of his son Charles, who had been married three years before, to Miss Bessie Evans.
In the middle of February he removed to a house in London (57, Gloucester Place, Hyde Park), where he made a stay of the usual duration, up to the middle of June, all the time being hard at work upon "Our Mutual Friend" and "All the Year Round." Mr. Marcus Stone was the ill.u.s.trator of the new monthly work, and we give a specimen of one of many letters which he wrote to him about his "subjects."
His old friend, Mr. Charles Knight, with whom for many years Charles d.i.c.kens had dined on his birthday, was staying, this spring, in the Isle of Wight. To him he writes of the death of Walter, and of another sad death which happened at this time, and which affected him almost as much. Clara, the last surviving daughter of Mr. and Mrs. White, who had been happily married to Mr. Gordon, of Cluny, not more than two years, had just died at Bonchurch. Her father, as will be seen by the touching allusion to him in this letter, had died a short time after this daughter"s marriage.
A letter to Mr. Edmund Ollier has reference to certain additions which Charles d.i.c.kens wished him to make to an article (by Mr. Ollier) on Working Men"s Clubs, published in "All the Year Round."
We are glad to have one letter to the Lord Chief Baron, Sir Frederick Pollock, which shows the great friendship and regard Charles d.i.c.kens had for him, and his admiration of his qualities in his judicial capacity.
We give a pleasant letter to Mrs. Storrar, for whom, and for her husband, Dr. Storrar, Charles d.i.c.kens had affectionate regard, because we are glad to have their names in our book. The letter speaks for itself and needs no explanation.
The latter part of the year was uneventful. Hard at work, he pa.s.sed the summer and autumn at Gad"s Hill, taking holidays by receiving visitors at home (among them, this year, Sir J. Emerson Tennent, his wife and daughter, who were kindly urgent for his paying them a return visit in Ireland) and occasional "runs" into France. The last letters we give are his annual one to M. de Cerjat, and a graceful little New Year"s note to his dear old friend "Barry Cornwall."
The Christmas number was "Mrs. Lirriper"s Legacy," the first and last part written by himself, as in the case of the previous year"s "Mrs.
Lirriper."
[Sidenote: Mr. W. Wilkie Collins.]
GAD"S HILL, _Monday, Jan. 24th, 1864._
EXTRACT.
MY DEAR WILKIE,
I am horribly behindhand in answering your welcome letter; but I have been so busy, and have had the house so full for Christmas and the New Year, and have had so much to see to in getting Frank out to India, that I have not been able to settle down to a regular long letter, which I mean this to be, but which it may not turn out to be, after all.
First, I will answer your enquiries about the Christmas number and the new book. The Christmas number has been the greatest success of all; has shot ahead of last year; has sold about two hundred and twenty thousand; and has made the name of Mrs. Lirriper so swiftly and domestically famous as never was. I had a very strong belief in her when I wrote about her, finding that she made a great effect upon me; but she certainly has gone beyond my hopes. (Probably you know nothing about her? which is a very unpleasant consideration.) Of the new book, I have done the two first numbers, and am now beginning the third. It is a combination of drollery with romance which requires a great deal of pains and a perfect throwing away of points that might be amplified; but I hope it is _very good_. I confess, in short, that I think it is.
Strange to say, I felt at first quite dazed in getting back to the large canvas and the big brushes; and even now, I have a sensation as of acting at the San Carlo after Tavistock House, which I could hardly have supposed would have come upon so old a stager.
You will have read about poor Thackeray"s death--sudden, and yet not sudden, for he had long been alarmingly ill. At the solicitation of Mr.
Smith and some of his friends, I have done what I would most gladly have excused myself from doing, if I felt I could--written a couple of pages about him in what was his own magazine.
Concerning the Italian experiment, De la Rue is more hopeful than you.
He and his bank are closely leagued with the powers at Turin, and he has long been devoted to Cavour; but he gave me the strongest a.s.surances (with ill.u.s.trations) of the fusion between place and place, and of the blending of small mutually antagonistic characters into one national character, progressing cheeringly and certainly. Of course there must be discouragements and discrepancies in the first struggles of a country previously so degraded and enslaved, and the time, as yet, has been very short.
I should like to have a day with you at the Coliseum, and on the Appian Way, and among the tombs, and with the Orvieto. But Rome and I are wide asunder, physically as well as morally. I wonder whether the dramatic stable, where we saw the marionettes, still receives the Roman public?
And Lord! when I think of you in that hotel, how I think of poor dear Egg in the long front drawing-room, giving on to the piazza, posting up that wonderful necromantic volume which we never shall see opened!
[Sidenote: Mr. Marcus Stone.]
57, GLOUCESTER PLACE, HYDE PARK,, HYDE PARK, _Tuesday, Feb. 23rd, 1864._
MY DEAR MARCUS,
I think the design for the cover _excellent_, and do not doubt its coming out to perfection. The slight alteration I am going to suggest originates in a business consideration not to be overlooked.
The word "Our" in the t.i.tle must be out in the open like "Mutual Friend," making the t.i.tle three distinct large lines--"Our" as big as "Mutual Friend." This would give you too much design at the bottom. I would therefore take out the dustman, and put the Wegg and Boffin composition (which is capital) in its place. I don"t want Mr. Inspector or the murder reward bill, because these points are sufficiently indicated in the river at the top. Therefore you can have an indication of the dustman in Mr. Inspector"s place. Note, that the dustman"s face should be droll, and not horrible. Twemlow"s elbow will still go out of the frame as it does now, and the same with Lizzie"s skirts on the opposite side. With these changes, work away!
Mrs. Boffin, as I judge of her from the sketch, "very good, indeed." I want Boffin"s oddity, without being at all blinked, to be an oddity of a very honest kind, that people will like.
The doll"s dressmaker is immensely better than she was. I think she should now come extremely well. A weird sharpness not without beauty is the thing I want.
Affectionately always.
[Sidenote: Mr. Charles Knight.]
57, GLOUCESTER PLACE, W., _Tuesday, March 1st, 1864._