Volume Iii Part 47 (1/2)
H. W.
I have thought of the Christmas number, but not very successfully, because I have been (and still am) constantly occupied with ”Bleak House.” I purpose returning home either on Sunday or Monday, as my work permits, and we will, immediately thereafter, dine at the office and talk it over, so that you may get all the men to their work.
The fault of ----'s poem, besides its intrinsic meanness as a composition, is that it goes too glibly with the comfortable ideas (of which we have had a great deal too much in England since the Continental commotions) that a man is to sit down and make himself domestic and meek, no matter what is done to him. It wants a stronger appeal to rulers in general to let men do this, fairly, by governing them well. As it stands, it is at about the tract-mark (”Dairyman's Daughter,” etc.) of political morality, and don't think that it is necessary to write _down_ to any part of our audience. I always hold that to be as great a mistake as can be made.
I wish you would mention to Thomas, that I think the paper on hops _extremely well done_. He has quite caught the idea we want, and caught it in the best way. In pursuing the bridge subject, I think it would be advisable to look up the _Thames police_. I have a misty notion of some capital papers coming out of it. Will you see to this branch of the tree among the other branches?
MYSELF.
To Chapman I will write. My impression is that I shall not subscribe to the Hood monument, as I am not at all favourable to such posthumous honours.
Ever faithfully.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
HoTEL DES BAINS, BOULOGNE, _Wednesday Night, Oct. 13th, 1852._
MY DEAR WILLS,
The number coming in after dinner, since my letter was written and posted, I have gone over it.
I am grievously depressed by it; it is so exceedingly bad. If you have anything else to put first, don't put ----'s paper first. (There is nothing better for a beginning in the number as it stands, but this is very bad.) It is a mistake to think of it as a first article. The article itself is in the main a mistake. Firstly, the subject requires the greatest discretion and nicety of touch. And secondly, it is all wrong and self-contradictory. n.o.body can for a moment suppose that ”sporting” amus.e.m.e.nts are the sports of the PEOPLE; the whole gist of the best part of the description is to show that they are the amus.e.m.e.nts of a peculiar and limited cla.s.s. The greater part of them are at a miserable discount (horse-racing excepted, which has been already sufficiently done in H. W.), and there is no reason for running amuck at them at all. I have endeavoured to remove much of my objection (and I think have done so), but, both in purpose and in any general address, it is as wide of a first article as anything can well be. It would do best in the opening of the number.
About Sunday in Paris there is no kind of doubt. Take it out. Such a thing as that crucifixion, unless it were done in a masterly manner, we have no business to stagger families with. Besides, the name is a comprehensive one, and should include a quant.i.ty of fine matter. Lord bless me, what I could write under that head!
Strengthen the number, pray, by anything good you may have. It is a very dreary business as it stands.
The proofs want a thorough revision.
In haste, going to bed.
Ever faithfully.
P.S.--I want a name for Miss Martineau's paper.
TRIUMPHANT CARRIAGES (or TRIUMPHAL).
DUBLIN STOUTHEARTEDNESS.
PATIENCE AND PREJUDICE.
Take which you like best.
[Sidenote: Mr. John Watkins.]
MONDAY, _October 18th, 1852._
SIR,
On my return to town I find the letter awaiting me which you did me the favour to address to me, I believe--for it has no date--some days ago.
I have the greatest tenderness for the memory of Hood, as I had for himself. But I am not very favourable to posthumous memorials in the monument way, and I should exceedingly regret to see any such appeal as you contemplate made public, remembering another public appeal that was made and responded to after Hood's death. I think that I best discharge my duty to my deceased friend, and best consult the respect and love with which I remember him, by declining to join in any such public endeavours as that which you (in all generosity and singleness of purpose, I am sure) advance. I shall have a melancholy gratification in privately a.s.sisting to place a simple and plain record over the remains of a great writer that should be as modest as he was himself, but I regard any other monument in connection with his mortal resting-place as a mistake.