When Scott was at the height of his
popularity and reputation, cultivated and imaginative
prose was but another expression of the older poesy.
But within twenty-five years of Scott’s concluding
fictions, Dickens and Thackeray, and still later,
George Eliot and Kingsley, had come into the mart
with an entirely new brand of wares, a development
unknown to Scott, and of a tendency which was to popularize
literature far more than the most sanguine hopes of
even Scott’s own ambition.
There was more warmth, geniality,
and general good feeling expressed in the printed
page, and the people that vast public which
must ever make or mar literary reputations, if they
are to be financially successful ones, which, after
all, is the standard by which most reputations are
valued were ready and willing to support
what was popularly supposed to stand for the spread
of culture.
Biographers and critics have been
wont to attribute this wide love for literature to
the influence of Scott. Admirable enough this
influence was, to be sure, and the fact is that since
his time books have been more pleasingly frank, candid,
and generous. But it was not until Dickens appeared,
with his almost immediate and phenomenal success, that
the real rage for the novel took form.
The first magazine, The Gentleman’s,
and the first review, The Edinburgh, were contemporary
with Scott’s productions, and grew up quite
independently, of course, but their development was
supposed, rightly or wrongly, to be coincident with
the influences which were set in motion by the publication
of Scott’s novels. Certainly they were sent
broadcast, and their influence was widespread, likewise
Scott’s devotees, but his books were “hard
reading” for the masses nevertheless, and his
most ardent champion could hardly claim for him a
tithe of the popularity which came so suddenly to
Charles Dickens.
“Pickwick Papers” (1837)
appeared only six years later than Scott’s last
works, and but eight years before Thackeray’s
“Vanity Fair.” It was, however, a
thing apart from either, with the defects and merits
of its author’s own peculiar and energetic style.
Jealousies and bickerings there doubtless
were, in those days, as ever, among literary folk,
but though there may have been many who were envious,
few were impolite or unjust enough not to recognize
the new expression which had come among them.
One can well infer this by recalling the fact that
Thackeray himself, at a Royal Academy banquet, had
said that he was fearful of what “Pickwick’s”
reputation might have been had he succeeded in getting
the commission, afterward given to Seymour, to illustrate
the articles.
There appears to have been, at one
time, some misunderstanding between Dickens and his
publishers as to who really was responsible for the
birth of “Pickwick,” one claim having
been made that Dickens was only commissioned to write
up Seymour’s drawings. This Dickens disclaimed
emphatically in the preface written to a later edition,
citing the fact that Seymour only contributed the
few drawings to the first serial part, unfortunately
dying before any others were even put in hand.
There is apparently some discrepancy
between the varying accounts of this incident, but
Dickens probably had the right of it, though the idea
of some sort of a “Nimrod Club,” which
afterward took Dickens’ form in the “Pickwickians,”
was thought of between his publishers and Seymour.
In fact, among others, besides Dickens, who were considered
as being able to do the text, were Theodore Hook,
Leigh Hunt, and Tom Hood.
As originally planned, it was undoubtedly
a piece of what is contemptuously known as hack work.
What it afterward became, under Dickens’ masterful
power, all the parties concerned, and the world in
general, know full well.
The statement that Dickens is “out
of date,” “not read now,” or is “too
verbose,” is by the mark when his work is compared
with that of his contemporaries. In a comparative
manner he is probably very much read, and very well
read, too, for that matter. Far more so, doubtless,
than most of his contemporaries; certainly before
George Eliot, Wilkie Collins, Bulwer, or even Carlyle
or Thackeray.
The very best evidence of this, if
it is needed, is to recall to what great extent familiarity
with the works of Dickens has crept into the daily
life of “the people,” who more than ever
form the great majority of readers.
True, times and tastes have changed
from even a quarter of a century ago. Fashions
come and go with literature, novels in particular,
as with all else, and the works of Dickens, as a steady
fare, would probably pall on the most enthusiastic
of his admirers. On the other hand, he would be
a dull person indeed who could see no humour in “Pickwick,”
whatever his age, creed, or condition.
Admirers of the great novelist have
been well looked after in respect to editions of his
works. New ones follow each other nowadays in
an extraordinarily rapid succession, and no series
of classics makes its appearance without at least
three or four of Dickens’ works finding places
in its list.
In England alone there have been twenty-four
complete copyright editions, from “the cheap
edition,” first put upon the market in 1847,
to the dainty and charming India paper edition printed
at the Oxford University Press in 1901.
“In the Athenaeum Club,”
says Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, “where many a pleasant
tradition is preserved, we may see at a window a table
facing the United Service Club at which Dickens was
fond of having his lunch.... In the hall by the
coats (after their Garrick quarrel), Dickens and Thackeray
met, shortly before the latter’s death.
A moment’s hesitation, and Thackeray put out
his hand ... and they were reconciled.”
It has been said, and justly, that
Thackeray Dickens’ contemporary, not
rival had little of the topographical instinct
which led to no small degree of Dickens’ fame.
It has, too, been further claimed that Thackeray was
in debt to Dickens for having borrowed such expressions
as “the opposite side of Goswell Street was
over the way.” And such suggestions
as the “Two jackals of Lord Steyne and Mess.
Wegg and Wenham, reminiscent of Pike and Pluck, and
Sedley’s native servant, who was supposed to
have descended from Bagstock’s menial.”
Much more of the same sort might be recounted, all
of which, if it is true, is perhaps no sin, but rather
a compliment.
The relics and remains of Dickens
exist to a remarkable degree of numbers. As is
well known, the omnific American collector is yearly,
nay daily, acquiring many of those treasures of literature
and art which the old world has treasured for generations;
to the gratification of himself and the pride of his
country, though, be it said, to the disconcern of the
Briton.
The American, according to his English
cousin, it seems, has a pronounced taste for acquiring
the rarest of Dickens’ books, and the choicest
of Dickens’ holographs, and his most personal
relics.
The committee of the “Dickens
Fellowship,” a newly founded institution to
perpetuate the novelist’s name and fame, recently
sought to bring together in an exhibition held in
Memorial Hall, London, as many of those souvenirs
as possible; and a very attractive and interesting
show it proved to be.
The catalogue of this exhibition,
however, had tacked on to it this significant note:
“The Committee’s quest for literary memorabilia
of the immortal ‘Boz’ indicates the distressing
fact that many of the rarest items are lost to us
for ever.”
All of which goes again to show that
the great interest of Americans in the subject is,
in a way, the excuse for being of this monograph on
London during the life and times of Dickens.
Various exhibitions of Dickens’
manuscripts have been publicly held in London from
time to time, at The Exhibition of the Works of the
English Humourists in 1889, at the Victorian Exhibition
of 1897, and the British Museum has generally on show,
in the “King’s Library,” a manuscript
or two of the novels; there are many more always to
be seen in the “Dyce and Forster Collection”
at South Kensington. Never, before the exhibition
held in 1902 by the “Dickens Fellowship,”
has there been one absolutely restricted to Dickens.
It is, of course, impossible to enumerate
the various items, and it would not be meet that the
attempt should be made here. It will be enough
to say that among the many interesting numbers was
the first portion of an unpublished travesty on “Othello,”
written in 1833, before the first published “Boz”
sketch, and a hitherto unknown (to experts) page of
“Pickwick,” this one fragment being valued,
says the catalogue, at L150 sterling. First editions,
portraits, oil paintings, miniatures, and what not,
and autographs were here in great numbers, presentation
copies of Dickens’ books, given to his friends,
and autographs and portraits of his contemporaries,
as well as the original sketches of illustrations to
the various works by Seymour, “Phiz,”
Cruikshank, Stone, Leech, Barnard, and Pailthorpe,
not forgetting a reference to the excellent work of
our own Darley, and latterly Charles Dana Gibson.
Among the most interesting items of
contemporary interest in this exhibition, which may
be classed as unique, were presentation copies of
the novels made to friends and acquaintances by Dickens
himself.
Among them were “David Copperfield,”
a presentation copy to the Hon. Mrs. Percy Fitzgerald;
“Oliver Twist,” with the following inscription
on the title-page, “From George Cruikshank to
H. W. Brunton, March 19, 1872;” “A Child’s
History of England,” with an autograph letter
to Marcus Stone, R. A.; “A Tale of Two Cities,”
presented to Mrs. Macready, with autograph; “The
Chimes” (Christmas Book, 1845), containing a
unique impression of Leech’s illustration thereto.
Other interesting and valuable ana
were the Visitors’ Book of “Watts’
Charity,” at Rochester, containing the signatures
of “C. D.” and Mark Lemon; the quill
pen belonging to Charles Dickens, and used by him just
previous to his death; a paper-knife formerly belonging
to “C. D.,” and the writing-desk
used by “C. D.” on his last American
tour; silver wassail-bowl and stand presented to “C.
D.” by members of the Philosophical Institution
of Edinburgh in 1858; walking-stick formerly belonging
to “C. D.;” a screen belonging to
Moses Pickwick, of Bath the veritable Moses
Pickwick of Chap. XXXV. of “Pickwick Papers;”
the oak balustrade from the old “White Hart”
(pulled down in 1889); pewter tankards from various
of the Pickwickian Inns; the entrance door of Newgate
Prison, of which mention is made in “Barnaby
Rudge,” Chap. LXIV.; warrant officer’s
staff, formerly in use in the Marshalsea Prison; original
sign of “The Little Wooden Midshipman”
("Dombey and Son"), formerly over the doorway of Messrs.
Norie and Wilson, the nautical publishers in the Minories.
This varied collection, of which the above is only
a mere selection, together with such minor personalia
as had been preserved by friends and members of the
family, formed a highly interesting collection of
Dickens’ reliques, and one whose like will
hardly be got together again.
Innumerable portraits, photographs,
lithographs, and drawings of the novelist were included,
as well as of his friends and contemporaries.
Letters and documents referring to
Dickens’ relations with Shirley Brooks, Richard
Bentley, Hablot K. Browne, Frederic Chapman, J. P.
Harley, Mark Lemon, Samuel Rogers, Newby, John Forster,
David Maclise, and many others, mostly unpublished,
were shown, and should form a valuable fund of material
for a biographer, should he be inclined to add to Dickens’
literature of the day, and could he but have access
to and the privilege of reprinting them.
A word on the beginnings of what is
commonly called serial literature is pertinent to
the subject. The first publication with which
Dickens’ identity was solely connected was the
issue of “Pickwick” in monthly parts in
1836-37.
A literary critic, writing in 1849,
had this to say on the matter in general, with a further
reference to the appearance of “David Copperfield,”
whose author was the chief and founder of the serial
novel:
“The small library which issues
from the press on the first of every month is a new
and increasing fashion in literature, which carves
out works into slices and serves them up in fresh
portions twelve times in the year. Prose and
poetry, original and selected, translations and republications,
of every class and character, are included. The
mere enumeration of titles would require a vast space,
and any attempt to analyze the contents, or to estimate
the influence which the class exerts upon the literary
taste of the day would expand into a volume of itself.
As an event of importance must be mentioned the appearance
of the first number of a new story, ‘David Copperfield,’
by Charles Dickens. His rival humourist, Mr.
Thackeray, has finished one and begun another of his
domestic histories within the twelve-month, his new
story, ‘Pendennis,’ having journeyed seven-twentieths
of the way to completion. Mr. Lever rides double
with ‘Roland Cashel’ and ‘Con Cregan,’
making their punctual appearance upon the appointed
days. Of another order is Mr. Jerrold’s
’Man Made of Money.’ Incidents are
of little consequence to this author, except by way
of pegs to hang reflections and conclusions upon.
“Passing over the long list
of magazines and reviews as belonging to another class
of publication, there is a numerous series of reprints,
new editions, etc., issued in monthly parts,
and generally in a cheap and compendious form.
Shakespeare and Byron among the poets, Bulwer, Dickens,
and James among the novelists, appear pretty regularly, the
poets being enriched with notes and illustrations.
Other writers and miscellaneous novels find republication
in the ‘Parlour Library of Fiction,’ with
so rigid an application of economy that for two shillings
we may purchase a guinea and a half’s worth
of the most popular romances at the original price
of publication. Besides the works of imagination,
and above them in value, stand Knight’s series
of ‘Monthly Volumes,’ Murray’s ’Home
and Colonial Library,’ and the ‘Scientific’
and ‘Literary Libraries’ of Mr. Bohn.
The contents of these collections are very diversified;
many volumes are altogether original, and others are
new translations of foreign works, or modernized versions
of antiquarian authors. A large mass of the most
valuable works contained in our literature may be found
in Mr. Bohn’s ‘Library.’ The
class of publications introduced in them all partakes
but little of the serial character. It is only
the form of their appearance which gives them a place
among the periodicals.”
In the light of more recent events
and tendencies, this appears to have been the first
serious attempt to popularize and broaden the sale
of literature to any considerable extent, and it may
be justly inferred that the cheap “Libraries,”
“Series,” and “Reprints” of
the present day are but an outgrowth therefrom.
As for Dickens’ own share in
this development, it is only necessary to recall the
demand which has for many years existed for the original
issues of such of the novels as appeared in parts.
The earliest issues were: “The Pickwick
Papers,” in 20 parts, 1836-37, which contained
the two suppressed Buss plates; “Nicholas Nickleby,”
in 20 parts, 1838-39; “Master Humphrey’s
Clock,” in 88 weekly numbers, 1840-41; “Master
Humphrey’s Clock,” in 20 monthly parts,
1840-41; “Martin Chuzzlewit,” in 20 parts,
1843-44; “Oliver Twist,” in 10 octavo
parts, 1846.
At the time when “Oliver Twist”
had scarce begun, Dickens was already surrounded by
a large circle of literary and artistic friends and
acquaintances. His head might well have been turned
by his financial success, many another might have
been so affected. His income at this time (1837-38)
was supposed to have increased from L400 to L2,000
per annum, surely an independent position, were it
an assured one for any litterateur of even the first
rank, of Dickens’ day or of any other.
In November of 1837 “Pickwick”
was finished, and the event celebrated by a dinner
“at the Prince of Wales” in Leicester Place,
off Leicester Square. To this function Dickens
had invited Talfourd, Forster, Macready, Harrison
Ainsworth, Jerdan, Edward Chapman, and William Hall.
Dickens’ letter to Macready was in part as follows:
“It is to celebrate (that is
too great a word, but I can think of no better) the
conclusion of my ‘Pickwick’ labours; and
so I intend, before you take that roll upon the grass
you spoke of, to beg your acceptance of one of the
first complete copies of the work. I shall be
much delighted if you would join us.”
Of “Nicholas Nickleby,”
written in 1838-39, Sydney Smith, one of its many
detractors, finally succumbed and admitted: “‘Nickleby’
is very good I held out against Dickens
as long as I could, but he has conquered me.”
Shortly after the “Pickwick”
dinner, and after the death of his wife’s sister
Mary, who lived with them, Dickens, his wife, and “Phiz,” Hablot
K. Browne, the illustrator of “Pickwick,”
journeyed together abroad for a brief time. On
his return, Dickens first made acquaintance with the
seaside village of Broadstairs, where his memory still
lives, preserved by an ungainly structure yclept “Bleak
House.”
It may be permissible here to make
further mention of Broadstairs. The town itself
formed the subject of a paper which he wrote for Household
Words in 1851, while as to the structure known
as “Bleak House,” it formed, as beforesaid,
his residence for a short time in 1843.
Writing to an American friend, Professor
Felton, at that time, he said:
“In a bay-window in a ‘one
pair’ sits, from nine o’clock to one, a
gentleman with rather long hair and no neckcloth, who
writes and grins as if he thought he were very funny
indeed. His name is Boz.... He is brown
as a berry, and they do say is a small fortune
to the innkeeper who sells beer and cold punch....”
Altogether a unique and impressive
pen-portrait, and being from the hand of one who knew
his sitter, should be considered a truthful one.
In 1843 Maclise made that remarkable
and winsome pencil sketch of Dickens, his wife, and
her sister Georgina, one of those fleeting impressions
which, for depicting character and sentiment, is worth
square yards of conventional portraiture, and which
is reproduced here out of sheer admiration for its
beauty and power as a record intime. It
has been rather coarsely referred to in the past as
Maclise’s sketch of “Dickens and his pair
of petticoats,” but we let that pass by virtue
of its own sweeping condemnation, of its
being anything more than a charming and intimate record
of a fleeting period in the novelist’s life,
too soon to go never to return.
Dickens’ connection with the
Daily News was but of brief duration; true,
his partisans have tried to prove that it was under
his leadership that it was launched upon its career.
This is true in a measure, he was its first
editor, but his tenure of office only lasted
“three short weeks.”
He was succeeded in the editorial
chair by his biographer, Forster.
The first number came out on January
21, 1846, a copy in the recent “Dickens
Fellowship Exhibition” (Londo bore the
following inscription in Mrs. Dickens’ autograph:
“Brought home by Charles at two o’clock
in the morning. Catherine Dickens.
January 21.” Thus it is that each issue
of a great newspaper is born, or made, though the use
of the midnight oil which was burned on this occasion
was no novelty to Charles Dickens himself. The
issue in question contained the first of a series of
“Travelling Sketches Written on the
Road,” which were afterward published in book
form as “Pictures from Italy.”
A unique circumstance of contemporary
interest to Americans occurred during Dickens’
second visit to America (1868) in “The Great
International Walking Match.” A London
bookseller at the present time (1903) has in his possession
the original agreement between George Dolby (British
subject), alias “The Man of Ross,”
and James Ripley Osgood, alias “The Boston
Bantam,” wherein Charles Dickens, described as
“The Gad’s Hill Gasper,” is made
umpire.
One of the most famous and interesting
portraits of Dickens was that made in pencil by Sir
John Millais, A. R. A., in 1870. This was the
last presentment of the novelist, in fact, a posthumous
portrait, and its reproduction was for a long time
not permitted. The original hangs in the parlour
of “The Leather Bottle,” at Cobham, given
to the present proprietor by the Rev. A. H. Berger,
M. A., Vicar of Cobham. Among other famous portraits
of Dickens were those by Ary Scheffer, 1856; a miniature
on ivory by Mrs. Barrow, 1830; a pencil study by “Phiz,”
1837; a chalk drawing by Samuel Lawrence, 1838; “The
Captain Boabdil” portrait by Leslie, 1846; an
oil portrait by W. P. Frith, R. A., 1859; a pastel
portrait by J. G. Gersterhauer, 1861; and a chalk drawing
by E. G. Lewis, 1869. This list forms a chronology
of the more important items of Dickens portraiture
from the earliest to that taken after his death, subsequent
to which was made a plaster cast, from which Thomas
Woolner, R. A., modelled the bust portrait.
The “Boz Club,” founded
in 1899 by Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, one of Dickens’
“bright young men” in association with
him in the conduct of Household Words was originally
composed of members of the Athenaeum Club, of whom
the following knew Dickens personally, Lord James of
Hereford, Mr. Marcus Stone, R. A., and Mr. Luke Fildes,
R. A., who, with others, foregathered for the purpose
of dining together and keeping green the memory of
the novelist.
Its membership has since been extended
to embrace the following gentlemen, who also had the
pleasure and gratification of acquaintanceship with
Dickens: the Marquis of Dufferin and Ava (since
died), Lord Brompton, Hamilton Aide, Alfred Austin,
Sir Squire Bancroft, Arthur a Beckett, Francesco Berger,
Henry Fielding Dickens, K. C., Edward Dicy, C. B.,
W. P. Frith, R. A., William Farrow, Otto Goldschmidt,
John Hollingshead, the Very Reverend Dean Hole, Sir
Henry Irving, Frederick A. Inderwick, K. C., Sir Herbert
Jerningham, K. C., M. G., Charles Kent, Fred’k
G. Kitton, Moy Thomas, Right Honourable Sir Arthur
Otway, Bart., Joseph C. Parkinson, George Storey,
A. R. A., J. Ashby Sterry, and Right Honourable Sir
H. Drummond Wolfe.
Perhaps the most whole-souled endorsement
of the esteem with which Dickens was held among his
friends and contemporaries was contributed to the
special Dickens’ memorial number of Household
Words by Francesco Berger, who composed the incidental
music which accompanied Wilkie Collins’ play,
“The Frozen Deep,” in which Dickens himself
appeared in 1857:
“I saw a great deal of Charles
Dickens personally for many years. He was always
most genial and most hearty, a man whose friendship
was of the warmest possible character, and who put
his whole soul into every pursuit. He was most
generous, and his household was conducted on a very
liberal scale.
“I consider that, if not the
first, he was among the first, who went out of the
highways into the byways to discover virtue and merit
of every kind among the lower classes, and found romance
in the lowest ranks of life.
“I regard Dickens as the greatest
social reformer in England I have ever known outside
politics. His works have tended to revolutionize
for the better our law courts, our prisons, our hospitals,
our schools, our workhouses, our government offices,
etc.
“He was a fearless exposer of
cant in every direction, religious, social,
and political.”
Such was the broad-gauge estimate
of one who knew Dickens well. It may unquestionably
be accepted as his greatest eulogy.
None of Dickens’ contemporaries
are more remembered and revered than the illustrators
of his stories. Admitting all that can possibly
be said of the types which we have come to recognize
as being “Dickenesque,” he would be rash
who would affirm that none of their success was due
to their pictorial delineation.
Dickens himself has said that he would
have preferred that his stories were not illustrated,
but, on the other hand, he had more than usual concern
with regard thereto when the characters were taking
form under the pencils of Seymour, Cruikshank, or
“Phiz,” or even the later Barnard, than
whom, since Dickens’ death, has there ever been
a more sympathetic illustrator?
The greatest of these was undoubtedly
George Cruikshank, whose drawings for “Oliver
Twist,” the last that he did for Dickens’
writings, were perhaps more in keeping with the spirit
of Dickens’ text than was the work of any of
the others, not excepting the immortal character of
Pickwick, which conception is accredited to Seymour,
who unfortunately died before he had completed the
quartette of drawings for the second number of the
serial.
In this same connection it is recalled
that the idea of recounting the adventures of a “club
of Cockney sportsmen” was conceived by the senior
partner of the firm of Chapman and Hall, and that Dickens
was only thought of at first as being the possible
author, in connection, among others, with Leigh Hunt
and Theodore Hook.
On the death of Seymour, one R. W.
Buss, a draughtsman on wood, was commissioned to continue
the “Pickwick” illustrations, and he actually
made two etchings, which, in the later issues, were
suppressed. “Crowquill,” Leech, and
Thackeray all hoped to fill the vacancy, but the fortunate
applicant was Hablot K. Browne, known in connection
with his work for the Dickens stories as “Phiz.”
This nom de plume was supposed to have been
adopted in order to harmonize with “Boz.”
“Phiz” in time became
known as the artist-in-chief, and he it was who made
the majority of illustrations for the tales, either
as etchings or wood-blocks. His familiar signature
identifies his work to all who are acquainted with
Dickens. George Cattermole supplied the illustrations
to “The Old Curiosity Shop” and “Barnaby
Rudge.” Of these Dickens has said “that
it was the very first time that any of the designs
for which he had written had touched him.”
Marcus Stone, R. A., provided the pictures for “Our
Mutual Friend.”
John Leech, of Punch fame,
in one of his illustrations to “The Battle of
Life,” one of the shorter pieces, made the mistake
of introducing a wrong character into one of the drawings,
and a still more pronounced error was in the Captain
Cuttle plates, where the iron hook appears first on
the left and then on the right arm of the subject.
Leech illustrated the “Christmas
Carol” complete, including the coloured plates,
and shared in contributing to the other Yule-tide stories.
Of the leading artists who contributed
the illustrations to Dickens’ writings during
his lifetime, it is notable that three were “Royal
Academicians,” Stanfield, Maclise,
and Landseer, one an “Associate of
the Royal Academy,” and, besides those already
mentioned, there were in addition Richard (Dicky)
Doyle, John Leech, and (now Sir) John Tenniel, Luke
Fildes, and Sir Edwin Landseer, who did one drawing
only, that for “Boxer,” the carrier-dog,
in “The Cricket on the Hearth.” Onwyn,
Crowquill, Sibson, Kenney Meadows, and F. W. Pailthorpe
complete the list of those artists best known as contemporary
with Dickens.
In creating the characters of his
novels, as is well known, Dickens often drew upon
his friends and acquaintances as models, and seldom
did these effigies give offence. On one
occasion the reverse was the case, as in “Bleak
House,” which was issued in 1857. Boythorne,
who was drawn from his friend Landor, and Skimpole,
from Leigh Hunt, were presumably so pertinent caricatures
of the originals that they were subsequently modified
in consequence.
Another incident of more than unusual
importance, though not strictly dealing with any of
Dickens’ contemporaries, is a significant incident
relating to the living worth of his work. It is
related that when Bismarck and Jules Favre met under
the walls of Paris, the former waiting to open fire
upon the city, the latter was seen to be busily engrossed,
quite oblivious of the situation, devouring “Little
Dorrit.” The story may be taken for what
it appears to be worth; it is doubtful if it could
be authenticated, but it serves to indicate the wide-spread
and absorbing interest of the novels, and serves again
to indicate that the power of the novel in general
is one that will relax the faculties and provide the
stimulus which an active brain often fails to find
otherwise.
Dickens had dedicated to Carlyle “Hard
Times,” which appeared as early as 1854, and
paid a still further tribute to the Scotch genius when,
in 1859, he had begun “A Tale of Two Cities.”
In it he hoped to add something to
the popular and picturesque means of understanding
the terrible time of the French Revolution; “though
no one,” he said, “could hope to add anything
to the philosophy of Carlyle’s wonderful book.”
To-day it is one of the most popular and most read
of all his works.
Dickens died on the 9th of June, 1870,
leaving “Edwin Drood” unfinished.
What he had written of it appeared in the usual green
paper parts and afterward in volume form. In
October, 1871, a continuation entitled “John
Jasper’s Secret” began to appear, and occupied
eight monthly parts, produced uniformly with “Drood;”
and recently a gentleman in Holland sent the publishers Messrs.
Chapman and Hall a completion written by
himself. There were other attempts of this nature,
but Dickens’ book must always remain as he left
it.
That a reference to the “Poets’
Corner” in Westminster Abbey might properly
be included in a section of this book devoted to the
contemporaries of Charles Dickens, no one perhaps will
deny.
It seems fitting, at least, that it
should be mentioned here rather than elsewhere, in
that the work does not pretend to be a categorical
guide to even the more important sights of London,
but merely that it makes mention of those sights and
scenes, places and peoples, more or less intimately
associated with the great novelist.
Charles Dickens was buried in Westminster
Abbey on the 14th June, 1870, since which time various
other graves have been made, Browning and Tennyson
notably, and monuments and memorials put into place
of Longfellow and Ruskin.
The Poets’ Corner occupies about
half of the south transept of Westminster Abbey.
This famous place for the busts and monuments of eminent
men includes those of Chaucer, Spencer, Shakespeare,
Drayton, Ben Jonson, Milton, Butler, Davenant, Cowley,
Dryden, Prior, Rowe, Gay, Addison, Thomson, Goldsmith,
Gray, Mason, Sheridan, Southey, Campbell, etc.
Lord Macaulay and Lord Palmerston were buried here
in 1860 and 1865. Thackeray is not buried here,
but at Kensal Green, though his bust is placed next
to the statue of Joseph Addison. Dickens’
grave is situated at the foot of the coffin of Handel,
and at the head of the coffin of R. B. Sheridan.
More recently, Doctor Livingstone, the celebrated African
traveller, was buried here. Near to England’s
great humourist, toward his feet, lie Doctor Johnson
and Garrick, while near them lies Thomas Campbell.
Shakespeare’s monument is not far from the foot
of the grave. Goldsmith’s is on the left.