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That this fear was not ill founded appeared at the close of the next note I had from him: “There’s no news” (13th September) “since my last. We are going to dine with Rogers to-day, and with Lady Essex, who is also here. Rogers is much pleased with Lord Ashley, who was offered by Peel a post in the government, but resolutely refused to take office unless Peel pledged himself to factory-improvement. Peel ‘hadn’t made up his mind,’ and Lord Ashley was deaf to all other inducements, though they must have been very tempting. Much do I honour him for it. I am in an exquisitely lazy state, bathing, walking, reading, lying in the sun, doing everything but working. This frame of mind is superinduced by the prospect of rest, and the promising arrangements which I owe to you. I am still haunted by visions of America night and day. To miss this opportunity would be a sad thing. Kate cries dismally if I mention the subject. But, God willing, I think it
must
be managed somehow!”

CHAPTER XVIII.

EVE OF THE VISIT TO AMERICA.

1841.

Greetings from America — Reply to Washington Irving — Difficulties in the Way — Resolve to go — Wish to revisit Scenes of Boyhood — Proposed Book of Travel — Arrangements for the Journey — Impatience of Suspense — Resolve to leave the Children — Mrs. Dickens reconciled — A Grave Illness — Domestic Griefs — The Old Sorrow — At Windsor — Son Walter’s Christening — At Liverpool with the Travelers.

The notion of America was in his mind, as we have seen, when he first projected the
Clock;
and a very hearty letter from Washington Irving about Little Nell and the
Curiosity Shop
, expressing the delight with his writings and the yearnings to himself which had indeed been pouring in upon him for some time from every part of the States, had very strongly revived it. He answered Irving with more than his own warmth: unable to thank him enough for his cordial and generous praise, or to tell him what lasting gratification it had given. “I wish I could find in your welcome letter,” he added, “some hint of an intention to visit England. I should love to go with you, as I have gone, God knows how often, into Little Britain, and Eastcheap, and Green Arbor Court, and Westminster Abbey. . . . It would gladden my heart to compare notes with you about all those delightful places and people that I used to walk about and dream of in the daytime, when a very small and not-over-particularly-taken-care-of boy.” After interchange of these letters the subject was frequently revived; upon his return from Scotland it began to take shape as a thing that somehow or other, at no very distant date,
must be;
and at last, near the end of a letter filled with many unimportant things, the announcement, doubly underlined, came to me.

The decision once taken, he was in his usual fever until its difficulties were disposed of. The objections to separation from the children led at first to the notion of taking them, but this was as quickly abandoned; and what remained to be overcome yielded readily to the kind offices of Macready, the offer of whose home to the little ones during the time of absence, though not accepted to the full extent, gave yet the assurance needed to quiet natural apprehensions. All this, including an arrangement for publication of such notes as might occur to him on the journey, took but a few days; and I was reading in my chambers a letter he had written the previous day from Broadstairs, when a note from him reached me, written that morning in London, to tell me he was on his way to take share of my breakfast. He had come overland by Canterbury after posting his first letter, had seen Macready the previous night, and had completed some part of the arrangements. This mode of rapid procedure was characteristic of him at all similar times, and will appear in the few following extracts from his letters:

“Now” (19th September) “to astonish you. After balancing, considering, and weighing the matter in every point of view, I have made up my mind (with God’s leave) to go to America — and to start as soon after Christmas as it will be safe to go.” Further information was promised immediately; and a request followed, characteristic as any he could have added to his design of traveling so far away, that we should visit once more together the scenes of his boyhood. “On the ninth of October we leave here. It’s a Saturday. If it should be fine dry weather, or anything like it, will you meet us at Rochester, and stop there two or three days to see all the lions in the surrounding country? Think of this. . . . If you’ll arrange to come, I’ll have the carriage down, and Topping; and, supposing news from Glasgow don’t interfere with us, which I fervently hope it will not, I will insure that we have much enjoyment.”

Three days later than that which announced his resolve, the subject was resumed: “I wrote to Chapman & Hall asking them what they thought of it, and saying I meant to keep a note-book, and publish it for half a guinea or thereabouts, on my return. They instantly sent the warmest possible reply, and said they had taken it for granted I would go, and had been speaking of it only the day before. I have begged them to make every inquiry about the fares, cabins, berths, and times of sailing; and I shall make a great effort to take Kate
and
the children. In that case I shall try to let the house furnished, for six months (for I shall remain that time in America); and if I succeed, the rent will nearly pay the expenses out, and home. I have heard of family cabins at £100; and I think one of these is large enough to hold us all. A single fare, I think, is forty guineas. I fear I could not be happy if we had the Atlantic between us; but leaving them in New York while I ran off a thousand miles or so, would be quite another thing. If I can arrange all my plans before publishing the
Clock
address, I shall state therein that I am going: which will be no unimportant consideration, as affording the best possible reason for a long delay. How I am to get on without you for seven or eight months, I cannot, upon my soul, conceive. I dread to think of breaking up all our old happy habits for so long a time. The advantages of going, however, appear by steady looking-at so great, that I have come to persuade myself it is a matter of imperative necessity. Kate weeps whenever it is spoken of. Washington Irving has got a nasty low fever. I heard from him a day or two ago.”

His next letter was the unexpected arrival which came by hand from Devonshire Terrace, when I thought him still by the sea: “This is to give you notice that I am coming to breakfast with you this morning on my way to Broadstairs. I repeat it, sir, — on my way
to
Broadstairs. For, directly I got Macready’s note yesterday I went to Canterbury, and came on by day-coach for the express purpose of talking with him; which I did between 11 and 12 last night in Clarence Terrace. The American preliminaries are necessarily startling, and, to a gentleman of my temperament, destroy rest, sleep, appetite, and work, unless definitely arranged.
Macready has quite decided me in respect of time and so forth. The instant I have wrung a reluctant consent from Kate, I shall take our joint passage in the mail-packet for next January. I never loved my friends so well as now.” We had all discountenanced his first thought of taking the children; and, upon this and other points, the experience of our friend who had himself traveled over the States was very valuable. His next letter, two days later from Broadstairs, informed me of the result of the Macready conference: “Only a word. Kate is quite reconciled. ‘Anne’ (her maid) goes, and is amazingly cheerful and light of heart upon it. And I think, at present, that it’s a greater trial to me than anybody. The 4th of January is the day. Macready’s note to Kate was received and acted upon with a perfect response. She talks about it quite gayly, and is satisfied to have nobody in the house but Fred, of whom, as you know, they are all fond. He has got his promotion, and they give him the increased salary from the day on which the minute was made by Baring, I feel so amiable, so meek, so fond of people, so full of gratitudes and reliances, that I am like a sick man. And I am already counting the days between this and coming home again.”

He was soon, alas! to be what he compared himself to. I met him at Rochester at the end of September, as arranged; we passed a day and night there; a day and night in Cobham and its neighbourhood, sleeping at the Leather Bottle; and a day and night at Gravesend. But we were hardly returned when some slight symptoms of bodily trouble took suddenly graver form, and an illness followed involving the necessity of surgical attendance. This, which with mention of the helpful courage displayed by him has before been alluded to,
put off necessarily the Glasgow dinner; and he had scarcely left his bedroom when a trouble arose near home which touched him to the depths of the greatest sorrow of his life, and, in the need of exerting himself for others, what remained of his own illness seemed to pass away.

His wife’s younger brother had died with the same unexpected suddenness that attended her younger sister’s death; and the event had followed close upon the decease of Mrs. Hogarth’s mother while on a visit to her daughter and Mr. Hogarth. “As no steps had been taken towards the funeral,” he wrote (25th October) in reply to my offer of such service as I could render, “I thought it best at once to bestir myself; and not even you could have saved my going to the cemetery. It is a great trial to me to give up Mary’s grave; greater than I can possibly express. I thought of moving her to the catacombs and saying nothing about it; but then I remembered that the poor old lady is buried next her at her own desire, and could not find it in my heart, directly she is laid in the earth, to take her grandchild away. The desire to be buried next her is as strong upon me now as it was five years ago; and I
know
(for I don’t think there ever was love like that I bear her) that it will never diminish. I fear I can do nothing. Do you think I can? They would move her on Wednesday, if I resolved to have it done. I cannot bear the thought of being excluded from her dust; and yet I feel that her brothers and sisters, and her mother, have a better right than I to be placed beside her. It is but an idea. I neither think nor hope (God forbid) that our spirits would ever mingle
there
. I ought to get the better of it, but it is very hard. I never contemplated this — and coming so suddenly, and after being ill, it disturbs me more than it ought. It seems like losing her a second time. . . .” “No,” he wrote the morning after, “I tried that. No, there is no ground on either side to be had. I must give it up. I shall drive over there, please God, on Thursday morning, before they get there; and look at her coffin.”

He suffered more than he let any one perceive, and was obliged again to keep his room for some days. On the 2d of November he reported himself as progressing and ordered to Richmond, which, after a week or so, he changed to the White Hart at Windsor, where I passed some days with him, Mrs. Dickens, and her younger sister Georgina; but it was not till near the close of that month he could describe himself as thoroughly on his legs again, in the ordinary state on which he was wont to pride himself, bolt upright, staunch at the knees, a deep sleeper, a hearty eater, a good laugher, and nowhere a bit the worse, “bating a little weakness now and then, and a slight nervousness at times.”

We had some days of much enjoyment at the end of the year, when Landor came up from Bath for the christening of his godson; and the “Britannia,” which was to take the travelers from us in January, brought over to them in December all sorts of cordialities, anticipations, and stretchings-forth of palms, in token of the welcome awaiting them. On New Year’s Eve they dined with me, and I with them on New Year’s Day; when (his house having been taken for the period of his absence by General Sir John Wilson) we sealed up his wine-cellar, after opening therein some sparkling Moselle in honour of the ceremony, and drinking it then and there to his happy return. Next morning (it was a Sunday) I accompanied them to Liverpool, Maclise having been suddenly stayed by his mother’s death; the intervening day and its occupations have been humorously sketched in his American book; and on the 4th they sailed. I never saw the Britannia after I stepped from her deck back to the small steamer that had taken us to her. “How little I thought” (were the last lines of his first American letter), “the first time you mounted the shapeless coat, that I should have such a sad association with its back as when I saw it by the paddle-box of that small steamer!”

CHAPTER XIX.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF AMERICA.

1842.

Rough Passage — A Steamer in a Storm — Resigned to the Worst — Of Himself and Fellow-travelers — The Atlantic from Deck — The Ladies’ Cabin — Its Occupants — Card-playing on the Atlantic — Ship-news — A Wager — Halifax Harbor — Ship aground — Captain Hewitt — Speaker of House of Assembly — Ovation to C. D. — Arrival at Boston — Incursion of Editors — At Tremont House — The Welcome — Deputations — Dr. Channing to C. D. — Public Appearances — A Secretary engaged — Bostonians — General Characteristics — Personal Notices — Perils of Steamers — A Home-thought — American Institutions — How first impressed — Reasons for the Greeting — What was welcomed in C. D. — Old World and New World — Daniel Webster as to C. D. — Channing as to C. D. — Subsequent Disappointments — New York Invitation to Dinner — Fac-similes of Signatures — Additional Fac-similes — New York Invitation to Ball — Fac-similes of Signatures — Additional Fac-similes.