I am but newly come home from reading at Reading (where I succeeded poor Talfourd as the president of an inst.i.tution), and at Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, and at Bradford, in Yorkshire. Wonderful audiences! and the number at the last place three thousand seven hundred. And yet but for the noise of their laughing and cheering, they "went" like one man.
The absorption of the English mind in the war is, to me, a melancholy thing. Every other subject of popular solicitude and sympathy goes down before it. I fear I clearly see that for years to come domestic reforms are shaken to the root; every miserable red-tapist flourishes war over the head of every protester against his humbug; and everything connected with it is pushed to such an unreasonable extent, that, however kind and necessary it may be in itself, it becomes ridiculous. For all this it is an indubitable fact, I conceive, that Russia MUST BE stopped, and that the future peace of the world renders the war imperative upon us. The Duke of Newcastle lately addressed a private letter to the newspapers, entreating them to exercise a larger discretion in respect of the letters of "Our Own Correspondents," against which Lord Raglan protests as giving the Emperor of Russia information for nothing which would cost him (if indeed he could get it at all) fifty or a hundred thousand pounds a year. The communication has not been attended with much effect, so far as I can see. In the meantime I do suppose we have the wretchedest Ministry that ever was--in whom n.o.body not in office of some sort believes--yet whom there is n.o.body to displace. The strangest result, perhaps, of years of Reformed Parliaments that ever the general sagacity did _not_ foresee.
Let me recommend you, as a brother-reader of high distinction, two comedies, both Goldsmith"s--"She Stoops to Conquer" and "The Good-natured Man." Both are so admirable and so delightfully written that they read wonderfully. A friend of mine, Forster, who wrote "The Life of Goldsmith," was very ill a year or so ago, and begged me to read to him one night as he lay in bed, "something of Goldsmith"s." I fell upon "She Stoops to Conquer," and we enjoyed it with that wonderful intensity, that I believe he began to get better in the first scene, and was all right again in the fifth act.
I am charmed by your account of Haldimand, to whom my love. Tell him Sydney Smith"s daughter has privately printed a life of her father with selections from his letters, which has great merit, and often presents him exactly as he used to be. I have strongly urged her to publish it, and I think she will do so, about March.
My eldest boy has come home from Germany to learn a business life at Birmingham (I think), first of all. The whole nine are well and happy.
Ditto, Mrs. d.i.c.kens. Ditto, Georgina. My two girls are full of interest in yours; and one of mine (as I think I told you when I was at Elysee) is curiously like one of yours in the face. They are all agog now about a great fairy play, which is to come off here next Monday. The house is full of spangles, gas, Jew theatrical tailors, and pantomime carpenters.
We all unite in kindest and best loves to dear Mrs. Cerjat and all the blooming daughters. And I am, with frequent thoughts of you and cordial affection, ever, my dear Cerjat,
Your faithful Friend.
[Sidenote: Miss Mary Boyle.]
TAVISTOCK HOUSE, _January 3rd, 1855._
MY DEAR MARY,
This is a word of heartfelt greeting; in exchange for yours, which came to me most pleasantly, and was received with a cordial welcome. If I had leisure to write a letter, I should write you, at this point, perhaps the very best letter that ever was read; but, being in the agonies of getting up a gorgeous fairy play for the postboys, on Charley"s birthday (besides having the work of half-a-dozen to do as a regular thing), I leave the merits of the wonderful epistle to your lively fancy.
Enclosing a kiss, if you will have the kindness to return it when done with.
I have just been reading my "Christmas Carol" in Yorkshire. I should have lost my heart to the beautiful young landlady of my hotel (age twenty-nine, dress, black frock and jacket, exquisitely braided) if it had not been safe in your possession.
Many, many happy years to you! My regards to that obstinate old Wurzell[21] and his dame, when you have them under lock and key again.
Ever affectionately yours.
[Sidenote: Mrs. Gaskell.]
TAVISTOCK HOUSE, _January 27th, 1855._
MY DEAR MRS. GASKELL,
Let me congratulate you on the conclusion of your story; not because it is the end of a task to which you had conceived a dislike (for I imagine you to have got the better of that delusion by this time), but because it is the vigorous and powerful accomplishment of an anxious labour. It seems to me that you have felt the ground thoroughly firm under your feet, and have strided on with a force and purpose that MUST now give you pleasure.
You will not, I hope, allow that not-lucid interval of dissatisfaction with yourself (and me?), which beset you for a minute or two once upon a time, to linger in the shape of any disagreeable a.s.sociation with "Household Words." I shall still look forward to the large sides of paper, and shall soon feel disappointed if they don"t begin to reappear.
I thought it best that Wills should write the business letter on the conclusion of the story, as that part of our communications had always previously rested with him. I trust you found it satisfactory? I refer to it, not as a matter of mere form, but because I sincerely wish everything between us to be beyond the possibility of misunderstanding or reservation.
Dear Mrs. Gaskell, very faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. Arthur Ryland.]
TAVISTOCK HOUSE, _Monday, Jan. 29th, 1855._
MY DEAR MR. RYLAND,
I have been in the greatest difficulty--which I am not yet out of--to know what to read at Birmingham. I fear the idea of next month is now impracticable. Which of two other months do you think would be preferable for your Birmingham objects? Next May, or next December?
Having already read two Christmas books at Birmingham, I should like to get out of that restriction, and have a swim in the broader waters of one of my long books. I have been poring over "Copperfield" (which is my favourite), with the idea of getting a reading out of it, to be called by some such name as "Young Housekeeping and Little Emily." But there is still the huge difficulty that I constructed the whole with immense pains, and have so woven it up and blended it together, that I cannot yet so separate the parts as to tell the story of David"s married life with Dora, and the story of Mr. Peggotty"s search for his niece, within the time. This is my object. If I could possibly bring it to bear, it would make a very attractive reading, with, a strong interest in it, and a certain completeness.
This is exactly the state of the case. I don"t mind confiding to you, that I never can approach the book with perfect composure (it had such perfect possession of me when I wrote it), and that I no sooner begin to try to get it into this form, than I begin to read it all, and to feel that I cannot disturb it. I have not been unmindful of the agreement we made at parting, and I have sat staring at the backs of my books for an inspiration. This project is the only one that I have constantly reverted to, and yet I have made no progress in it!
Faithfully yours always.
[Sidenote: Monsieur Regnier.]
TAVISTOCK HOUSE, LONDON, _Sat.u.r.day Evening, Feb. 3rd, 1855._
MY DEAR REGNIER,
I am coming to Paris for a week, with my friend Collins--son of the English painter who painted our green lanes and our cottage children so beautifully. Do not tell this to Le Vieux. Unless I have the ill fortune to stumble against him in the street I shall not make my arrival known to him.
I purpose leaving here on Sunday, the 11th, but I shall stay that night at Boulogne to see two of my little boys who are at school there. We shall come to Paris on Monday, the 12th, arriving there in the evening.
Now, _mon cher_, do you think you can, without inconvenience, engage me for a week an apartment--cheerful, light, and wholesome--containing a comfortable _salon et deux chambres a coucher_. I do not care whether it is an hotel or not, but the reason why I do not write for an apartment to the Hotel Brighton is, that there they expect one to dine at home (I mean in the apartment) generally; whereas, as we are coming to Paris expressly to be always looking about us, we want to dine wherever we like every day. Consequently, what we want to find is a good apartment, where we can have our breakfast but where we shall never dine.
Can you engage such accommodation for me? If you can, I shall feel very much obliged to you. If the apartment should happen to contain a little bed for a servant I might perhaps bring one, but I do not care about that at all. I want it to be pleasant and gay, and to throw myself _en garcon_ on the festive _diableries de Paris_.
Mrs. d.i.c.kens and her sister send their kindest regards to Madame Regnier and you, in which I heartily join. All the children send their loves to the two brave boys and the Normandy _bonnes_.
I shall hope for a short answer from you one day next week. My dear Regnier,
Always faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
OFFICE OF "HOUSEHOLD WORDS," _Friday, Feb. 9th, 1855._
MY DEAR WILLS,
I want to alter the arrangements for to-morrow, and put you to some inconvenience.
When I was at Gravesend t"other day, I saw, at Gad"s Hill--just opposite to the Hermitage, where Miss Lynn used to live--a little freehold to be sold. The spot and the very house are literally "a dream of my childhood," and I should like to look at it before I go to Paris. With that purpose I must go to Strood by the North Kent, at a quarter-past ten to-morrow morning, and I want you, strongly booted, to go with me!
(I know the particulars from the agent.)
Can you? Let me know. If you can, can you manage so that we can take the proofs with us? If you can"t, will you bring them to Tavistock House at dinner time to-morrow, half-past five? Forster will dine with us, but no one else.
I am uncertain of your being in town to-night, but I send John up with this.
Ever faithfully.