I have "Dombey" to do to-night, and must go through it carefully; so here ends my report. The personal affection of the people in this place is charming to the last.
[Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.]
GAD"S HILL PLACE, _Monday, May 11th, 1868._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
I am delighted to have your letter. It comes to me like a faithful voice from dear old Rockingham, and awakens many memories.
The work in America has been so very hard, and the winter there has been so excessively severe, that I really have been very unwell for some months. But I had not been at sea three days on the pa.s.sage home when I became myself again.
If you will arrange with Mary Boyle any time for coming here, we shall be charmed to see you, and I will adapt my arrangements accordingly. I make this suggestion because she generally comes here early in the summer season. But if you will propose yourself _anyhow_, giving me a margin of a few days in case of my being pre-engaged for this day or that, we will (as my American friends say) "fix it."
What with travelling, reading night after night, and speech-making day after day, I feel the peace of the country beyond all expression. On board ship coming home, a "deputation" (two in number, of whom only one could get into my cabin, while the other looked in at my window) came to ask me to read to the pa.s.sengers that evening in the saloon. I respectfully replied that sooner than do it, I would a.s.sault the captain, and be put in irons.
Ever affectionately yours.
[Sidenote: Mrs. George Cattermole.]
GAD"S HILL PLACE, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT, _Sat.u.r.day, May 16th, 1868._
MY DEAR MRS. CATTERMOLE,
On my return from America just now, I accidentally heard that George had been ill. My sister-in-law had heard it from Forster, but vaguely. Until I received your letter of Wednesday"s date, I had no idea that he had been very ill; and should have been greatly shocked by knowing it, were it not for the hopeful and bright a.s.surance you give me that he is greatly better.
My old affection for him has never cooled. The last time he dined with me, I asked him to come again that day ten years, for I was perfectly certain (this was my small joke) that I should not set eyes upon him sooner. The time being fully up, I hope you will remind him, with my love, that he is due. His hand is upon these walls here, so I should like him to see for himself, and _you_ to see for _yourself_, and in this hope I shall pursue his complete recovery.
I heartily sympathise with you in your terrible anxiety, and in your vast relief; and, with many thanks for your letter, am ever, my dear Mrs. Cattermole,
Affectionately yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. C. Macready.]
GAD"S HILL, _Wednesday, June 10th, 1868._
MY DEAREST MACREADY,
Since my return from America, I have been so overwhelmed with business that I have not had time even to write to you. You may imagine what six months of arrear are to dispose of; added to this, Wills has received a concussion of the brain (from an accident in the hunting-field), and is sent away by the doctors, and strictly prohibited from even writing a note. Consequently all the business and money details of "All the Year Round" devolve upon me. And I have had to get them up, for I have never had experience of them. Then I am suddenly entreated to go to Paris, to look after the French version of "No Thoroughfare" on the stage. And I go, and come back, leaving it a great success.
I hope Mrs. Macready and you have not abandoned the idea of coming here?
The expression of this hope is the princ.i.p.al, if not the only, object of this present note. May the amiable secretary vouchsafe a satisfactory reply!
Katie, Mary, and Georgina send their very best love to your Katie and Mrs. Macready. The undersigned is in his usual brilliant condition, and indeed has greatly disappointed them at home here, by coming back "so brown and looking so well." They expected a wreck, and were, at first, much mortified. But they are getting over it now.
To my particular friends, the n.o.ble boy and Johnny, I beg to be warmly remembered.
Ever, my dearest Macready, Your most affectionate.
[Sidenote: Mrs. Henry Austin.]
GAD"S HILL PLACE, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT, _Tuesday, July 21st, 1868._
ON THE DEATH OF MR. HENRY AUSTIN.[25]
MY DEAR LEt.i.tIA,
You will have had a telegram from me to-day. I received your sad news by this morning"s post. They never, without express explanation, mind "Immediate" on a letter addressed to the office, because half the people who write there on business that does not press, or on no business at all, so mark their letters.
On Thursday I have people to see and matters to attend to, both at the office and at Coutts", which, in Wills"s absence, I cannot forego or depute to another. But, _between ourselves_, I must add something else: I have the greatest objection to attend a funeral in which my affections are not strongly and immediately concerned. I have no notion of a funeral as a matter of form or ceremony. And just as I should expressly prohibit the summoning to my own burial of anybody who was not very near or dear to me, so I revolt from myself appearing at that solemn rite unless the deceased were very near or dear to me. I cannot endure being dressed up by an undertaker as part of his trade show. I was not in this poor good fellow"s house in his lifetime, and I feel that I have no business there when he lies dead in it. My mind is penetrated with sympathy and compa.s.sion for the young widow, but that feeling is a real thing, and my attendance as a mourner would not be--to myself. It would be to you, I know, but it would not be to myself. I know full well that you cannot delegate to me your memories of and your a.s.sociations with the deceased, and the more true and tender they are the more invincible is my objection to become a form in the midst of the most awful realities.
With love and condolence from Georgina, Mary, and Katie,
Believe me, ever your affectionate Brother.
[Sidenote: Mrs. George Cattermole.]
GAD"S HILL, _Wednesday, July 22nd, 1868._
MY DEAR MRS. CATTERMOLE,
Of course I will sign your memorial to the Academy. If you take either of the Landseers, certainly take Edwin (1, St. John"s Wood Road, N.W.) But, if you would be content with Frith, I have already spoken to him, and believe that I can answer for him. I shall be at "All the Year Round" Office, 26, Wellington Street, London, to-morrow, from eleven to three. Frith will be here on Sat.u.r.day, and I shall be here too. I spoke to him a fortnight ago, and I found him most earnest in the cause. He said he felt absolutely sure that the whole profession in its best and highest representation would do anything for George. I sounded him, having the opportunity of meeting him at dinner at Cartwright"s.
Ever yours affectionately.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
_Friday, July 31st, 1868._
MY DEAR WILLS,
I had such a hard day at the office yesterday, that I had not time to write to you before I left. So I write to-day.
I am very unwilling to abandon the Christmas number, though even in the case of my little Christmas books (which were immensely profitable) I let the idea go when I thought it was wearing out. Ever since I came home, I have hammered at it, more or less, and have been uneasy about it. I have begun something which is very droll, but it manifestly shapes itself towards a book, and could not in the least admit of even that shadowy approach to a congruous whole on the part of other contributors which they have ever achieved at the best. I have begun something else (aboard the American mail-steamer); but I don"t like it, because the stories must come limping in after the old fashion, though, of course, what I _have_ done will be good for A. Y. R. In short, I have cast about with the greatest pains and patience, and I have been wholly unable to find what I want.
And yet I cannot quite make up my mind to give in without another fight for it. I offered one hundred pounds reward at Gad"s to anybody who could suggest a notion to satisfy me. Charles Collins suggested one yesterday morning, in which there is _something_, though not much. I will turn it over and over, and try a few more starts on my own account.
Finally, I swear I will not give it up until August is out. Vow registered.
I am clear that a number by "various writers" would not do. If we have not the usual sort of number, we must call the current number for that date the Christmas number, and make it as good as possible.
I sit in the Chalet,[26] like Mariana in the Moated Grange, and to as much purpose.
I am buying the freehold of the meadow at Gad"s, and of an adjoining arable field, so that I shall now have about eight-and-twenty freehold acres in a ring-fence. No more now.