The Letters of Charles Dickens. Vol. 1, 1833-1856 . Чарльз Диккенс

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СКАЧАТЬ then or at any time; and with love to Letitia, in which Kate and the babies join, I am always, my dear Henry,

Affectionately yours.

      P.S. – The children's present names are as follows:

      Katey (from a lurking propensity to fieryness), Lucifer Box.

      Mamey (as generally descriptive of her bearing), Mild Glo'ster.

      Charley (as a corruption of Master Toby), Flaster Floby.

      Walter (suggested by his high cheek-bones), Young Skull.

      Each is pronounced with a peculiar howl, which I shall have great pleasure in illustrating.

Rev. William HarnessDevonshire Terrace, November 8th, 1842.

      My dear Harness,

      Some time ago, you sent me a note from a friend of yours, a barrister, I think, begging me to forward to him any letters I might receive from a deranged nephew of his, at Newcastle. In the midst of a most bewildering correspondence with unknown people, on every possible and impossible subject, I have forgotten this gentleman's name, though I have a kind of hazy remembrance that he lived near Russell Square. As the Post Office would be rather puzzled, perhaps, to identify him by such an address, may I ask the favour of you to hand him the enclosed, and to say that it is the second I have received since I returned from America? The last, I think, was a defiance to mortal combat. With best remembrances to your sister, in which Mrs. Dickens joins, believe me, my dear Harness,

Always faithfully yours.Mr. W. C. MacreadyDevonshire Terrace, Saturday, Nov. 12th, 1842.

      My dear Macready,

      You pass this house every day on your way to or from the theatre. I wish you would call once as you go by, and soon, that you may have plenty of time to deliberate on what I wish to suggest to you. The more I think of Marston's play, the more sure I feel that a prologue to the purpose would help it materially, and almost decide the fate of any ticklish point on the first night. Now I have an idea (not easily explainable in writing but told in five words), that would take the prologue out of the conventional dress of prologues, quite. Get the curtain up with a dash, and begin the play with a sledge-hammer blow. If on consideration, you should think with me, I will write the prologue heartily.

Faithfully yours ever.PROLOGUETo Mr. Marston's Play of "The Patrician's Daughter."

      No tale of streaming plumes and harness bright

      Dwells on the poet's maiden harp to-night;

      No trumpet's clamour and no battle's fire

      Breathes in the trembling accents of his lyre;

      Enough for him, if in his lowly strain

      He wakes one household echo not in vain;

      Enough for him, if in his boldest word

      The beating heart of man be dimly heard.

      Its solemn music which, like strains that sigh

      Through charmèd gardens, all who hearing die;

      Its solemn music he does not pursue

      To distant ages out of human view;

      Nor listen to its wild and mournful chime

      In the dead caverns on the shore of Time;

      But musing with a calm and steady gaze

      Before the crackling flames of living days,

      He hears it whisper through the busy roar

      Of what shall be and what has been before.

      Awake the Present! shall no scene display

      The tragic passion of the passing day?

      Is it with Man, as with some meaner things,

      That out of death his single purpose springs?

      Can his eventful life no moral teach

      Until he be, for aye, beyond its reach?

      Obscurely shall he suffer, act, and fade,

      Dubb'd noble only by the sexton's spade?

      Awake the Present! Though the steel-clad age

      Find life alone within the storied page,

      Iron is worn, at heart, by many still —

      The tyrant Custom binds the serf-like will;

      If the sharp rack, and screw, and chain be gone,

      These later days have tortures of their own;

      The guiltless writhe, while Guilt is stretched in sleep,

      And Virtue lies, too often, dungeon deep.

      Awake the Present! what the Past has sown

      Be in its harvest garner'd, reap'd, and grown!

      How pride breeds pride, and wrong engenders wrong,

      Read in the volume Truth has held so long,

      Assured that where life's flowers freshest blow,

      The sharpest thorns and keenest briars grow,

      How social usage has the pow'r to change

      Good thoughts to evil; in its highest range

      To cramp the noble soul, and turn to ruth

      The kindling impulse of our glorious youth,

      Crushing the spirit in its house of clay,

      Learn from the lessons of the present day.

      Not light its import and not poor its mien;

      Yourselves the actors, and your homes the scene.

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Mr. W. C. MacreadySaturday Morning.

      My dear Macready,

      One suggestion, though it be a late one. Do have upon the table, in the opening scene of the second act, something in a velvet case, or frame, that may look like a large miniature of Mabel, such as one of Ross's, and eschew that picture. It haunts me with a sense of danger. Even a titter at that critical time, with the whole of that act before you, would be a fatal thing. The picture is bad in itself, bad in its effect upon the beautiful room, bad in all its associations with the house. In case of your having nothing at hand, I send you by bearer what would be a million times better. Always, my dear Macready,

Faithfully yours.

      P.S. – I need not remind you how common it is to have such pictures in cases lying about elegant rooms.

Mr. W. P. Frith1, Devonshire Terrace, York Gate, Regent's Park,November 15th, 1842.

      My dear Sir,

      I shall be very glad if you will do me the favour to paint me two little companion pictures; one, a Dolly Varden (whom you have so exquisitely done already), the other, a Kate Nickleby.

Faithfully yours always.

      P.S. – I take it for granted that the original picture of Dolly with the bracelet is sold?

The sameDevonshire Terrace, November 17th, 1842.

      My dear Sir,

      Pray consult your own convenience in the matter of my little commission; whatever suits your engagements and prospects will best suit me.

      I saw an unfinished proof of Dolly at Mitchell's some two or three months ago; I thought it was proceeding excellently well then. It will give me great pleasure to see her when completed.

Faithfully yours.Mr. Thomas HoodDevonshire СКАЧАТЬ