Kindest regard from all my house to yours.
Faithfully yours ever.
[Sidenote: M. Charles Fechter.]
GAD"S HILL, _Tuesday, Sept. 4th, 1866._
MY DEAR FECHTER,
This morning I received the play to the end of the telegraph scene, and I have since read it twice.
I clearly see the _ground_ of Mr. Boucicault"s two objections; but I do not see their _force_.
First, as to the writing. If the characters did not speak in a terse and homely way, their idea and language would be inconsistent with their dress and station, and they would lose, as characters, before the audience. The dialogue seems to be exactly what is wanted. Its simplicity (particularly in Mr. Boucicault"s part) is often very effective; and throughout there is an honest, straight-to-the-purpose ruggedness in it, like the real life and the real people.
Secondly, as to the absence of the comic element. I really do not see how more of it could be got into the story, and I think Mr. Boucicault underrates the pleasant effect of his own part. The very notion of a sailor, whose life is not among those little courts and streets, and whose business does not lie with the monotonous machinery, but with the four wild winds, is a relief to me in reading the play. I am quite confident of its being an immense relief to the audience when they see the sailor before them, with an entirely different bearing, action, dress, complexion even, from the rest of the men. I would make him the freshest and airiest sailor that ever was seen; and through him I can distinctly see my way out of "the Black Country" into clearer air. (I speak as one of the audience, mind.) I should like something of this contrast to be expressed in the dialogue between the sailor and Jew, in the second scene of the second act. Again, I feel Widdicomb"s part (which is charming, and ought to make the whole house cry) most agreeable and welcome, much better than any amount in such a story, of mere comicality.
It is unnecessary to say that the play is done with a master"s hand. Its closeness and movement are quite surprising. Its construction is admirable. I have the strongest belief in its making a great success.
But I must add this proviso: I never saw a play so dangerously depending in critical places on strict natural propriety in the manner and perfection in the shaping of the small parts. Those small parts cannot take the play up, but they can let it down. I would not leave a hair on the head of one of them to the chance of the first night, but I would see, to the minutest particular, the make-up of every one of them at a night rehearsal.
Of course you are free to show this note to Mr. Boucicault, and I suppose you will do so; let me throw out this suggestion to him and you.
Might it not ease the way with the Lord Chamberlain"s office, and still more with the audience, when there are Manchester champions in it, if instead of "Manchester" you used a fict.i.tious name? When I did "Hard Times" I called the scene c.o.ketown. Everybody knew what was meant, but every cotton-spinning town said it was the other cotton-spinning town.
I shall be up on Sat.u.r.day, and will come over about mid-day, unless you name any other time.
Ever heartily.
[Sidenote: Mr. Walter Thornbury]
"ALL THE YEAR ROUND" OFFICE, _Sat.u.r.day, Sept. 15th, 1866._
MY DEAR THORNBURY,
Many thanks for your letter.
In reference to your Shakespeare queries, I am not so much enamoured of the first and third subjects as I am of the Ariosto enquiry, which should be highly interesting. But if you have so got the matter in your mind, as that its execution would be incomplete and unsatisfactory to you unless you write all the three papers, then by all means write the three, and I will most gladly take them. For some years I have had so much pleasure in reading you, that I can honestly warrant myself as what actors call "a good audience."
The idea of old stories retold is decidedly a good one. I greatly like the notion of that series. Of course you know De Quincey"s paper on the Ratcliffe Highway murderer? Do you know also the ill.u.s.tration (I have it at Gad"s Hill), representing the horrible creature as his dead body lay on a cart, with a piece of wood for a pillow, and a stake lying by, ready to be driven through him?
I don"t _quite_ like the t.i.tle, "The Social History of London." I should better like some t.i.tle to the effect, "The History of London"s Social Changes in so many Years." Such a t.i.tle would promise more, and better express your intention. What do you think of taking for a first t.i.tle, "London"s Changes"? You could then add the second t.i.tle, "Being a History," etc.
I don"t at all desire to fix a limit to the series of old stories retold. I would state the general intention at the beginning of the first paper, and go on like Banquo"s line.
Don"t let your London t.i.tle remind people, by so much as the place of the word "civilisation," of Buckle. It seems a ridiculous caution, but the indolent part of the public (a large part!) on such points tumble into extraordinary mistakes.
Faithfully yours always.
[Sidenote: Mr. Percy Fitzgerald.]
GAD"S HILL, _Tuesday, Nov. 6th, 1866._
MY DEAR FITZGERALD,
It is always pleasant to me to hear from you, and I hope you will believe that this is not a mere fashion of speech.
Concerning the green covers, I find the leaves to be budding--on unquestionable newspaper authority; but, upon my soul, I have no other knowledge of their being in embryo! Really, I do not see a chance of my settling myself to such work until after I have accomplished forty-two readings, to which I stand pledged.
I hope to begin this series somewhere about the middle of January, in Dublin. Touching the details of the realisation of this hope, will you tell me in a line as soon as you can--_Is the exhibition room a good room for speaking in?_
Your mention of the late Sultan touches me nearly. He was the finest dog I ever saw, and between him and me there was a perfect understanding.
But, to adopt the popular phrase, it was so very confidential that it "went no further." He would fly at anybody else with the greatest enthusiasm for destruction. I saw him, muzzled, pound into the heart of a regiment of the line; and I have frequently seen him, muzzled, hold a great dog down with his chest and feet. He has broken loose (muzzled) and come home covered with blood, again and again. And yet he never disobeyed me, unless he had first laid hold of a dog.
You heard of his going to execution, evidently supposing the procession to be a party detached in pursuit of something to kill or eat? It was very affecting. And also of his bolting a blue-eyed kitten, and making me acquainted with the circ.u.mstance by his agonies of remorse (or indigestion)?
I cannot find out that there is anyone in Rochester (a sleepy old city) who has anything to tell about Garrick, except what is not true. His brother, the wine merchant, would be more in Rochester way, I think. How on earth do you find time to do all these books?
You make my hair stand on end; an agreeable sensation, for I am charmed to find that I have any. Why don"t you come yourself and look after Garrick? I should be truly delighted to receive you.
My dear Fitzgerald, always faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. C. Macready.]
GAD"S HILL PLACE, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT, _Friday, Dec. 28th, 1866._
MY DEAREST MACREADY,
I have received your letter with the utmost pleasure and we all send our most affectionate love to you, Mrs. Macready, Katie, Johnny, and the boy of boys. All good Christmas and New Year greetings are to be understood as included.
You will be interested in knowing that, encouraged by the success of summer cricket-matches, I got up a quant.i.ty of foot-races and rustic sports in my field here on the 26th last past: as I have never yet had a case of drunkenness, the landlord of The Falstaff had a drinking-booth on the ground. All the prizes I gave were in money, too. We had two thousand people here. Among the crowd were soldiers, navvies, and labourers of all kinds. Not a stake was pulled up, or a rope slackened, or one farthing"s-worth of damage done. To every compet.i.tor (only) a printed bill of general rules was given, with the concluding words: "Mr.
d.i.c.kens puts every man upon his honour to a.s.sist in preserving order."
There was not a dispute all day, and they went away at sunset rending the air with cheers, and leaving every flag on a six hundred yards"
course as neat as they found it when the gates were opened at ten in the morning. Surely this is a bright sign in the neighbourhood of such a place as Chatham!
"Mugby Junction" turned, yesterday afternoon, the extraordinary number of two hundred and fifty thousand!
In the middle of next month I begin a new course of forty-two readings.
If any of them bring me within reach of Cheltenham, with an hour to spare, I shall come on to you, even for that hour. More of this when I am afield and have my list, which Dolby (for Chappell) is now preparing.
Forster and Mrs. Forster were to have come to us next Monday, to stay until Sat.u.r.day. I write "were," because I hear that Forster (who had a touch of bronchitis when he wrote to me on Christmas Eve) is in bed.
Katie, who has been ill of low nervous fever, was brought here yesterday from London. She bore the journey much better than I expected, and so I hope will soon recover. This is my little stock of news.
I begin to discover in your riper years, that you have been secretly vain of your handwriting all your life. For I swear I see no change in it! What it always was since I first knew it (a year or two!) it _is_.
This I will maintain against all comers.