Complete Works of Wilkie Collins (2336 page)

CHAPTER IX.

FIRST PAID READINGS.

1858-1859.

First Series — Exeter Audience — Impressions of Dublin — Irish Car-driver — Young Ireland and Old England — Reception in Belfast — At Harrogate — At York — At Manchester — Continued Successes — Scene at Edinburgh — At Dundee — At Aberdeen and Perth — At Glasgow — Glasgow Audience — Subjects of First Readings — First Library Edition of his Books — At Coventry — Frith’s Portrait of Dickens.

Dickens gave his paid public Readings successively, with not long intervals, at four several dates; in 1858-9, in 1861-63, in 1866-67, and in 1868-70; the first series under Mr. Arthur Smith’s management, the second under Mr. Headland’s, and the third and fourth, in America as well as before and after it, under that of Mr. George Dolby, who, excepting in America, acted for the Messrs. Chappell. The references in the present chapter are to the first series only.

It began with sixteen nights at St. Martin’s Hall, the first on the 29th of April, the last on the 22nd of July, 1858; and there was afterwards a provincial tour of 87 readings, beginning at Clifton on the 2nd of August, ending at Brighton on the 13th of November, and taking in Ireland and Scotland as well as the principal English cities: to which were added, in London, three Christmas readings, three in January, with two in the following month; and, in the provinces in the month of October, fourteen, beginning at Ipswich and Norwich, taking in Cambridge and Oxford, and closing with Birmingham and Cheltenham. The series had comprised altogether 125 Readings when it ended on the 27th of October, 1859; and without the touches of character and interest afforded by his letters written while thus employed, the picture of the man would not be complete.

Here was one day’s work at the opening which will show something of the fatigue they involved even at their outset. “On Friday we came from Shrewsbury to Chester; saw all right for the evening; and then went to Liverpool. Came back from Liverpool and read at Chester. Left Chester at 11 at night, after the reading, and went to London. Got to Tavistock House at 5 a.m. on Saturday, left it at a quarter past 10 that morning, and came down here” (Gadshill: 15th of August 1858).

The “greatest personal affection and respect” had greeted him everywhere. Nothing could have been “more strongly marked or warmly expressed;” and the readings had “gone” quite wonderfully. What in this respect had most impressed him, at the outset of his adventures, was Exeter. “I think they were the finest audience I ever read to; I don’t think I ever read in some respects so well; and I never beheld anything like the personal affection which they poured out upon me at the end. I shall always look back upon it with pleasure.” He often lost his voice in these early days, having still to acquire the art of husbanding it; and in the trial to recover it would again waste its power. “I think I sang half the Irish melodies to myself as I walked about, to test it.”

An audience of two thousand three hundred people (the largest he had had) greeted him at Liverpool on his way to Dublin, and, besides the tickets sold, more than two hundred pounds in money was taken at the doors. This taxed his business staff a little. “They turned away hundreds, sold all the books, rolled on the ground of my room knee-deep in checks, and made a perfect pantomime of the whole thing.” (20th of August.) He had to repeat the reading thrice.

It was the first time he had seen Ireland, and Dublin greatly surprised him by appearing to be so much larger and more populous than he had supposed. He found it to have altogether an unexpectedly thriving look, being pretty nigh as big, he first thought, as Paris; of which some places in it, such as the quays on the river, reminded him. Half the first day he was there, he took to explore it; walking till tired, and then taking a car. “Power, dressed for the character of Teddy the Tiler, drove me: in a suit of patches, and with his hat unbrushed for twenty years. Wonderfully pleasant, light, intelligent, and careless.”
The number of common people he saw in his drive, “also riding about in cars as hard as they could split,” brought to his recollection a more distant scene, and but for the dresses he could have thought himself on the Toledo at Naples.

In respect of the number of his audience, and their reception of him, Dublin was one of his marked successes. He came to have some doubt of their capacity of receiving the pathetic, but of their quickness as to the humorous there could be no question, any more than of their heartiness. He got on wonderfully well with the Dublin people.
The Boots at Morrison’s expressed the general feeling in a patriotic point of view. “He was waiting for me at the hotel door last night. ‘Whaat sart of a hoose sur?’ he asked me. ‘Capital.’ ‘The Lard be praised fur the ‘onor ‘o Dooblin!’“ Within the hotel, on getting up next morning, he had a dialogue with a smaller resident, landlord’s son he supposed, a little boy of the ripe age of six, which he presented, in his letter to his sister-in-law, as a colloquy between Old England and Young Ireland inadequately reported for want of the “imitation” it required for its full effect. “I am sitting on the sofa, writing, and find him sitting beside me.

“
Old England.
Halloa old chap.

“
Young Ireland.
Hal — loo!

“
Old England
(in his delightful way). What a nice old fellow you are. I am very fond of little boys.

“
Young Ireland.
Air yes? Ye’r right.

“
Old England.
What do you learn, old fellow?

“
Young Ireland
(very intent on Old England, and always childish except in his brogue). I lairn wureds of three sillibils — and wureds of two sillibils — and wureds of one sillibil.

“
Old England
(cheerfully). Get out, you humbug! You learn only words of one syllable.

“
Young Ireland
(laughs heartily). You may say that it is mostly wureds of one sillibil.

“
Old England.
Can you write?

“
Young Ireland,
Not yet. Things comes by deegrays.

“
Old England.
Can you cipher?

“
Young Ireland
(very quickly). Whaat’s that?

“
Old England.
Can you make figures?

“
Young Ireland.
I can make a nought, which is not asy, being roond.

“
Old England.
I say, old boy! Wasn’t it you I saw on Sunday morning in the Hall, in a soldier’s cap? You know! — In a soldier’s cap?

“
Young Ireland
(cogitating deeply). Was it a very good cap?

“
Old England.
Yes.

“
Young Ireland.
Did it fit ankommon?

“
Old England.
Yes.

“
Young Ireland.
Dat was me!”

The last night in Dublin was an extraordinary scene. “You can hardly imagine it. All the way from the hotel to the Rotunda (a mile), I had to contend against the stream of people who were turned away. When I got there, they had broken the glass in the pay-boxes, and were offering £5 freely for a stall. Half of my platform had to be taken down, and people heaped in among the ruins. You never saw such a scene.”
But he would not return after his other Irish engagements. “I have positively said No. The work is too hard. It is not like doing it in one easy room, and always the same room. With a different place every night, and a different audience with its own peculiarity every night, it is a tremendous strain. . . . I seem to be always either in a railway carriage or reading, or going to bed; and I get so knocked up whenever I have a minute to remember it, that then I go to bed as a matter of course.”

Belfast he liked quite as much as Dublin in another way. “A fine place with a rough people; everything looking prosperous; the railway ride from Dublin quite amazing in the order, neatness, and cleanness of all you see; every cottage looking as if it had been whitewashed the day before; and many with charming gardens, prettily kept with bright flowers.” The success, too, was quite as great. “Enormous audiences. We turn away half the town.
I think them a better audience on the whole than Dublin; and the personal affection is something overwhelming. I wish you and the dear girls” (he is writing to his sister-in-law) “could have seen the people look at me in the street; or heard them ask me, as I hurried to the hotel after the reading last night, to ‘do me the honour to shake hands Misther Dickens and God bless you sir; not ounly for the light you’ve been to me this night, but for the light you’ve been in mee house sir (and God love your face!) this many a year!’“
He had never seen men “go in to cry so undisguisedly,” as they did at the Belfast
Dombey
reading; and as to the
Boots
and
Mrs. Gamp
“it was just one roar with me and them. For they made me laugh so, that sometimes I
could not
compose my face to go on.” His greatest trial in this way however was a little later at Harrogate — ”the queerest place, with the strangest people in it, leading the oddest lives of dancing, newspaper-reading, and tables d’hôte” — where he noticed, at the same reading, embodiments respectively of the tears and laughter to which he has moved his fellow creatures so largely. “There was one gentleman at the
Little Dombey
yesterday morning” (he is still writing to his sister-in-law) “who exhibited — or rather concealed — the profoundest grief. After crying a good deal without hiding it, he covered his face with both his hands, and laid it down on the back of the seat before him, and really shook with emotion. He was not in mourning, but I supposed him to have lost some child in old time. . . . There was a remarkably good fellow too, of thirty or so, who found something so very ludicrous in Toots that he
could not
compose himself at all, but laughed until he sat wiping his eyes with his handkerchief; and whenever he felt Toots coming again, he began to laugh and wipe his eyes afresh; and when Toots came once more, he gave a kind of cry, as if it were too much for him. It was uncommonly droll, and made me laugh heartily.”

At Harrogate he read twice on one day (a Saturday), and had to engage a special engine to take him back that night to York, which, having reached at one o’clock in the morning, he had to leave, because of Sunday restrictions on travel, the same morning at half-past four, to enable him to fulfil a Monday’s reading at Scarborough. Such fatigues became matters of course; but their effect, not noted at the time, was grave. “At York I had a most magnificent audience, and might have filled the place for a week. . . . I think the audience possessed of a better knowledge of character than any I have seen. But I recollect Doctor Belcombe to have told me long ago that they first found out Charles Mathews’s father, and to the last understood him (he used to say) better than any other people. . . . The let is enormous for next Saturday at Manchester, stalls alone four hundred! I shall soon be able to send you the list of places to the 15th of November, the end. I shall be, O most heartily glad, when that time comes! But I must say that the intelligence and warmth of the audiences are an immense sustainment, and one that always sets me up. Sometimes before I go down to read (especially when it is in the day), I am so oppressed by having to do it that I feel perfectly unequal to the task. But the people lift me out of this directly; and I find that I have quite forgotten everything but them and the book, in a quarter of an hour.”

The reception that awaited him at Manchester had very special warmth in it, occasioned by an adverse tone taken in the comment of one of the Manchester daily papers on the letter which by a breach of confidence had been then recently printed. “My violated letter” Dickens always called it. “When I came to Manchester on Saturday I found seven hundred stalls taken! When I went into the room at night 2500 people had paid, and more were being turned away from every door. The welcome they gave me was astounding in its affectionate recognition of the late trouble, and fairly for once unmanned me. I never saw such a sight or heard such a sound. When they had thoroughly done it, they settled down to enjoy themselves; and certainly did enjoy themselves most heartily to the last minute.” Nor, for the rest of his English tour, in any of the towns that remained, had he reason to complain of any want of hearty greeting. At Sheffield great crowds came in excess of the places. At Leeds the hall overflowed in half an hour. At Hull the vast concourse had to be addressed by Mr. Smith on the gallery stairs, and additional Readings had to be given, day and night, “for the people out of town and for the people in town.”