DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _November 28th, 1850._
MY DEAR MR. BICKNELL,
If I ever did such a thing, believe me I would do it at your request.
But I don"t, and if you could see the ramparts of letters from similar inst.i.tutions with which my desk bristles every now and then, you would feel that nothing lies between total abstinence (in this regard) and utter bewilderment and lecturation.
Mrs. d.i.c.kens and her sister unite with me in kind regards to you and Mrs. Bicknell. The consequences of the accident are fast fading, I am happy to say. We all hope to hear shortly that Mrs. Bicknell has recovered that other little accident, which (as you and I know) will occasionally happen in well-regulated families.
Very faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. Walter Savage Landor.]
OFFICE OF "HOUSEHOLD WORDS,"
_Wednesday, Dec. 4th, 1850._
MY DEAR LANDOR,
I have been (a strange thing for me) so very unwell since Sunday, that I have hardly been able to hold up my head--a bilious attack, I believe, and a very miserable sort of business. This, my dear friend, is the reason why I have not sooner written to you in reference to your n.o.ble letter, which I read in _The Examiner_, and for which--as it exalts me--I cannot, cannot thank you in words.
We had been following up the blow in Kinkel"s[9] favour, and I was growing sanguine, in the hope of getting him out (having enlisted strong and active sympathy in his behalf), when the news came of his escape.
Since then we have heard nothing of him. I rather incline to the opinion that the d.a.m.nable powers that be connived at his escape, but know nothing. Whether he be retaken or whether he appear (as I am not without hope he may) in the streets of London, I shall be a party to no step whatever without consulting you; and if any sc.r.a.p of intelligence concerning him shall reach me, it shall be yours immediately.
Horne wrote the article. I shall see him here to-night, and know how he will feel your sympathy and support. But I do not wait to see him before writing, lest you should think me slow to feel your generosity. We said at home when we read your letter, that it was like the opening of your whole munificent and bare heart.
Ever most affectionately yours, My dear Landor.
[Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.]
[Symbol: right hand] THIS IS NO. 2.
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Monday Morning, Dec. 9th, 1850._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
Your note to me of Sat.u.r.day has crossed mine to you, I find. If you open both of mine together, please to observe _this is No. 2_.
You may rely on Mr. Tucker"s doing his work thoroughly well and charging a fair price. It is not possible for him to say aforehand, in such a case, what it will cost, I imagine, as he will have to adapt his work to the place. Nathan"s stage knowledge may be stated in the following figures: 00000000000. Therefore, I think you had best refer Mr. Tucker to _me_, and I will apply all needful screws and tortures to him.
I have thought of one or two very ingenious (hem!) little contrivances for adapting the difficulties of "Used Up" to the small stage. They will require to be so exactly explained to your carpenter (though very easy little things in themselves), that I think I had better, before Christmas, send my servant down for an hour--he is quite an old stager now--to show him precisely what I mean. It is not a day"s work, but it would be extremely difficult to explain in writing. I developed these wonderful ideas to the master carpenter at one of the theatres, and he shook his head with an intensely mournful air, and said, "Ah, sir, it"s a universal observation in the profession, sir, that it was a great loss to the public when you took to writing books!" which I thought complimentary to "Copperfield."
Ever faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: The same.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Sat.u.r.day, Dec. 14th, 1850._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
I shall be delighted to come on the seventh instead of the eighth. We consider it an engagement. Over and above the pleasure of a quiet day with you, I think I can greatly facilitate the preparations (that"s the way, you see, in which we cheat ourselves into making duties of pleasures) by being at Rockingham a day earlier. So that"s settled.
I was quite certain when that Child of Israel mentioned those dimensions, that he must be wrong. For which wooden-headedness the Child shall be taken to task on Monday morning, when I am going to look at his preparations, by appointment, about the door. Don"t you observe, that the scenery not being made expressly for the room, it may be impossible to use it as you propose? There is a scene before that wall, and unless the door in the scene (supposing there to be one, which I am not sure of) should come exactly into the place of the door of the room, the door of the room might as well be in Africa. If it could be used it would still require to be backed (excuse professional technicality) by another scene in the pa.s.sage. And if it be rather in the side of the bottom of the room (as I seem to remember it), it would be shut out of sight, or partially, by the side scenes. Do you comprehend these stage managerial sagacities? That piece of additional room in so small a stage would be of immense service, if we could avail ourselves of it. If we can"t, I have another means (I think) of discovering Leech, Saville, and Coldstream at table. I am constantly turning over in my mind the capacities of the place, and hope by one means or other to make something more than the best of it. As to the fireplace, you will never be able to use that. The heat of the lamp will be very great, and ventilation will be the thing wanted. Thirteen feet and a half of depth, diminished by stage fittings and furniture, is a small s.p.a.ce. I think the doorway could be used in the last scene, with the castle steps and platform for the staircase running straight through it toward the hall.
_Nous verrons._ I will write again about my visit of inspection, probably on Monday.
Will you let them know that Messrs. Nathan, of t.i.tchborne Street, Haymarket, will dress them, please, and that I will engage for their doing it thoroughly well; also that Mr. Wilson, theatrical hairdresser, Strand, near St. Clement"s Churchyard, will come down with wigs, etc., to "make up" everybody; that he has a list of the pieces from me, and that he will be glad to measure the heads and consult the tastes of all concerned, if they will give him the opportunity beforehand? I should like to see Sir Adonis Leech and the Hon. T. Saville if I can. For they ought to be wonderfully made up, and to be as unlike themselves as possible, and to contrast well with each other and with me. I rather grudge _caro sposo_ coming into the company. I should like him so much to see the play. If we do it all well together it ought to be so very pleasant. I never saw a great ma.s.s of people so charmed with a little story as when we acted it at the Glasgow Theatre. But I have no other reason for faltering when I take him to my arms. I feel that he is the man for the part.[10] I see him with a blue bag, a flaxen wig, and green spectacles. I know what it will be. I foresee how all that sessional experience will come out. I reconcile myself to it, in spite of the selfish consideration of wanting him elsewhere; and while I have a heavy sense of a light being snuffed out in the audience, perceive a new luminary shining on the stage!
Your brother[11] would make a capital tiger, too! Very short tight surtout, doeskins, bright top-boots, white cravat, bouquet in b.u.t.ton-hole, close wig--very good, ve--ry good. It clearly must be so.
The thing is done. I told you we were opening a tremendous correspondence when we first began to write on such a long subject. But do let me tell you, once and for all, that I am in the business heart and soul, and that you cannot trouble me respecting it, and that I wouldn"t willingly or knowingly leave the minutest detail unprovided for. It cannot possibly be a success if the smallest peppercorn of arrangement be omitted. And a success it must be! I couldn"t go into such a thing, or help to bring you poorly out of it, for any earthly consideration. Talking of forgetting, isn"t it odd? I doubt if I could forget words I had learned, so long as I wanted them. But the moment the necessity goes, they go. I know my place and everybody"s place in this identical piece of "Used Up" perfectly, and could put every little object on its own square inches of room exactly where it ought to be.
But I have no more recollection of my words now (I took the book up yesterday) than if I had only seen the play as one of the audience at a theatre. Perhaps not so much. With cordial remembrances,
Ever, dear Mrs. Watson, Faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _December 19th, 1850._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
I am sorry to say that business ("Household Words" business) will keep me in town to-morrow. But on Monday I propose coming down and returning the same day. The train for my money appears to be the half-past six A.M. (horrible initials!), and to that invention for promoting early rising I design to commit myself.
I am shocked if I also made the mistake of confounding those two (and too) similar names.[12] But I think Mr. S-T-A-F-F-O-R-D had better do the Marquis. I am glad to find that we agree, but we always do.
I have closely overhauled the little theatre, and the carpenter and painter. The whole has been entirely repainted (I mean the proscenium and scenery) for this especial purpose, and is extremely pretty. I don"t think, the scale considered, that anything better _could_ be done. It is very elegant. I have brought "the Child" to this. For the hire of the theatre, fifteen pounds. The carriage to be extra. The Child"s fares and expenses (which will be very moderate) to be extra. The stage carpenter"s wages to be extra--seven shillings a day. I don"t think, when you see the things, that you will consider this too much. It is as good as the Queen"s little theatre at Windsor, raised stage excepted. I have had an extraction made, which will enable us to use the door. I am at present breaking my man"s heart, by teaching him how to imitate the sounds of the smashing of the windows and the breaking of the balcony in "Used Up." In the event of his death from grief, I have promised to do something for his mother. Thinking it possible that you might not see the enclosed until next month, and hoping that it is seasonable for Christmas, I send it. Being, with cordial regards and all seasonable good wishes,
Ever, dear Mrs. Watson, Faithfully yours.
P.S.--This [blot] is a tear over the devotion of Captain Boyle, who (as I learned from the Child of Israel this morning) would not decide upon Farmer Wurzel"s coat, without referring the question of b.u.t.tons to managerial approval.
[Sidenote: Mr. John Poole.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Tuesday Night, Christmas Eve, 1850._
MY DEAR POOLE,
On the Sunday when I last saw you, I went straight to Lord John"s with the letter you read. He was out of town, and I left it with my card.
On the following Wednesday I received a note from him, saying that he did not bear in mind exactly what I had told him of you before, and asking me to tell it again. I immediately replied, of course, and gave him an exact description of you and your condition, and your way of life in Paris and everything else; a perfect diorama in little, with you pervading it. To-day I got a letter from him, announcing that you have a pension of _a hundred a year_! of which I heartily wish you joy.
He says: "I am happy to say that the Queen has approved of a pension of one hundred pounds a year to Mr. Poole.
"The Queen, in her gracious answer, informs me that she meant to have mentioned Mr. Poole to me, and that she had wished to place him in the Charter House, but found the society there was not such as he could a.s.sociate with.
"Be so good as to inform Mr. Poole that directions are given for his pension, which will date from the end of June last."