Charles Lever, His Life in His Letters Volume Ii Part 5

_To Mr John Blackwood._

"Villa Morelli, _June_ 14, 1864.

"I looked forward eagerly to your promised letter about O'Dowd. No one could do an imaginary portrait of a foreignised Irishman--all drollery about the eyes, and bearded like a pard--better than Hablot Browne (Phiz), and I think he could also do _all_ that we need for ill.u.s.tration, which would be little occasional bits on the page and tailpieces. If he would take the trouble to _read_ the book (which he is not much given to), and if he would really interest himself in it (not so unlikely now, as he is threatened with a rival in Marcus Stone), he could fully answer all our requirements. I would not advise any regular 'plates,' mere woodcuts in the page, and an occasional rambling one _crawling over the page_. What do _you_ think?"

_To Mr John Blackwood_.

"Villa Morelli, _June_ 16,1864.

"I am delighted with all your plans about 'O'Dowd,' and though I do not believe there will be much to alter, I will go carefully over the sheets when I get them. My notion always was that it would take some time to make a public for a kind of writing more really French in its character than English, but that if we could only once get 'our hook in,' we'd have good fis.h.i.+ng for many a day.

"If my reader will only stand it, I'll promise to go on as long as he likes, since it is simply putting on paper what goes on in my head all day long, even (and unluckily for me) when I am at work on other things.

"Don't give _me_ any share in the book, or you'll never get rid of ten copies of it, my luck being like that of my countryman who said, 'If I have to turn hatter, I'd find to-morrow that G.o.d Almighty would make people without heads.' Seriously, if by any turn of fortune I should have a hundred pounds in the 'threes,' the nation would be in imminent risk of a national bankruptcy. Give me whatever you like, and be guided by the fact that I am not a bit too sanguine about these things en ma.s.se. It is all the difference in the world to read a paper or a vol.; it is whether you are asked to taste a devilled kidney or to make your dinner of ten of them. At all events, the venture will be some test of public taste."

_To Mr John Blackwood._

"Florence, Villa Morelli, _June_ 24, 1864.

"The devil take my high office! I am obliged to go down to Spezzia on Monday, and shall probably lose a week, when I am sore pressed for time too.

"What you say of buying up the disputed bit of Denmark reminds me of an incident that occurred in my house in Ireland. There were two whist-parties playing one night in the same room. One was playing pound points and twenty on the rubber (of which I was one); the others were disputing about half-crowns, and made such a row once over the score that Lord Ely, who was at our table, cried out, 'Only be quiet and we'll pay the difference.' D., the artillery colonel, was so offended that it was hard to prevent him calling Ely out. Now perhaps the Danes might be as touchy as the soldier.

"Send me the Mag. as _early as you can_ this month. It will comfort me at Spezzia if I can take it down there, but address me still Florence as usual.

"What do you think of an O'D. on the Serial Story-writer? I shall be all the better pleased if Lawson O'D. stand over for August, for I shall be close run for time this month to come, and it is no joke writing with the thermometer at 93 in the shade. In Ireland the belief is that a man who is dragged out to fight a duel against his will is sure to be shot, and I own I am superst.i.tious enough to augur very ill of our going to war in the same reluctant fas.h.i.+on."

_To Mr John Blackwood._

"Villa Morelli, _June_ 30, 1864.

"I send off to-day (_sit faust dies_) by book-post 'O'Dowd' corrected, and I enclose a few lines to open with a dedication to Anster. I am not quite _sure_ of the 'notice,' nor shall I be till I hear if you like it. I have gout and blue devils on me, but you can always do more for me than colchic.u.m if you say 'all right.'

"I hope we shall have a nice-looking book and a smart outside, and, above all, that we shall appear before the end of July, when people begin to scatter. I am very anxious about it all.

"I am not able to go down to Spezzia for some days, and if I can I shall attack 'Tony'--not but the chances are sorely against anything pleasant if I mix with the characters any share of my present idiosyncrasy....

"I count on hearing from you now oftener that you are away from Whitebait. I was getting very sulky with the dinner-parties of which I was not a sharer. I met Mr and Mrs Sturgis at Thackeray's at dinner.

They were there, I think, on the day when one of Thackeray's guests left the table to send him a challenge--the most absurd incident I ever witnessed. The man was a Mr Synge, formally Attache at Was.h.i.+ngton, and now H.M's Consul at the Sandwich Islands."

_To Mr John Blackwood_.

"Villa Morklli, My 4,1864.

"I merely write a line. Your note and cheque came all right to me this morning. My thanks for both. I have had four mortal days of stupidity, and the fifth is on me this morning; but after I have had a few days at Spezzia I hope to be all right and in the harness again.

"If Dizzy's vote of censure is not very much amplified in his _expose_, it ought not to be difficult to meet it. The persistent way he dogged Palmerston to say something, anything, is so like Sir Lucius O'Trigger seizing on the first chance of a contradiction and saying, 'Well, sir, I differ from you there.'

"Pam's declaration that 'war' was possible in certain emergencies--when, for instance, the king should have been crucified and the princesses vanished--was the only thing like devilling I heard from him yet. This is, however, as palpably imbecility as anything they could do, and _one_ symptom, when a _leading one_, is as good as ten thousand.

"Old Begration once told the Duke of Wellington that the discovery of a French horse-shoe 'not roughed' for the frost in the _month of October_ was the reason for the burning of Moscow. They said: 'These French know nothing of our climate; one winter here would kill them,' It was the present Duke told me this story.

"You will have had my O'D. on the Conference before this, and if the Debate offer anything opportune for comment I'll tag it on. The fact is, one can always do with an 'O'Dowd' what the parson accomplished when asked to preach a charity sermon,--graft the incident on the original discourse. Indeed I feel at such moments that my proper sphere would have been the pulpit. Perhaps I am more convinced of this to-day, as I have gout on me. Don't you know what Talleyrand said to the friend who paid him a compliment on his fresh and _handsome_ appearance as he landed at Dover?--'Ah! it's the sea-sickness, perhaps, has done it.'"

_To Mr John Blackwood._

"Villa Morelli, Florence, _July_ 10, 1864.

"What a hearty thing it was with you to send me the Bishop's letter. I hope I may keep it. Do you know that it was by the merest accident that I did not allude to _himself_ in the paper--or, rather, it was out of deference to his ap.r.o.n; for one of the most brilliant evenings I ever remember in my life was having the Bishop and O'Sullivan to dine with me and only two others, and Harry Griffin was the king of the company.

Moore used to say, when complimented on his singing the melodies, 'Ah!

if you were to hear Griffin.' But why don't he recognise me? When we are ready with our vol. i. I shall ask you to send one or two, or perhaps three or four, copies to some friends. Let me beg one for the Bishop, and I'll send a note with it. I think your note _will_ do me good. It _has_ already, and I am down and hipped and bedevilled cruelly.

"Palmerston will, I take it, have a small majority, but will he dissolve?

"I only ask about the length of T. B. on your account; for my own part I rather like writing the story, and if the public would stand it, I'd make it as long as 'Clarissa Harlowe.'"

_To Mr John Blackwood._

"Florence, _July_ 11, 1864.

"I send you a short O'D. on the Debate, and so I shall spare you a letter. If, as now, there is no time for a proof,--though I think there may,--look to it closely yourself. My hand at times begins to tremble (I never give it any cause), and I find I can scarcely decipher some words.

How _you_ do it is miraculous. My gout will not _fix_, but hangs over me with dreariness and 'devil-may-careisms,' so that though I have scores of great intentions I can _do_ nothing.

"I count a good deal on a two hours' swim, and I am off to take it by Wednesday. If the sharks lay hold on me, finish T. B. Marry him to Alice, and put the rest of the company to bed indiscriminately."

_To Mr John Blackwood._

"Florence, _July_ 12, 1864.

"I send you with this a few lines to finish the serial O'D., a few also to complete 'Be always ready with the Pistol,' and--G.o.d forgive me for the blunder!--two stray pages that ought to come in somewhere (not where it is numbered) in the last-sent O'D. on 'Material Aid.' Will your ingenuity be able to find the place--perhaps the end? If not, _squash_ it, and the mischief will not be great.

"I start to-night for the sea-side, so that if you want to send me a proof for the next ten days, send it in _duo_, one to Spezzia and the other here, by which means you shall have either back by return of post.