Volume Ii Part 6 (2/2)
”Your cheque came all safe; my thanks for it. The intense heat is such now that I can only write late at night, and very little then.”
_To Mr John Blackwood._
”Villa Morelli, _Aug_. 3, 1864.
”Unshaven, dishevelled, I sit all bedevilled; Your news has upset me,-- It was meet it should fret me.
What! two hundred and fifty!
Is the public so thrifty?
Or are jokes so redundant, And funds so abundant That 'O'Dowd' cannot find more admirers than this!
I am sure in the City 'Punch' is reckoned more witty, And c.o.c.kneys won't laugh Save at Lombard Street chaff; But of _gentlemen_, surely there can be no stint, Who would like dinner drolleries dished up in print, And to _read_ the same nonsense would gladly be able That they'd laugh at--if heard--o'er the claret at table The sort of light folly that sensible men Are never ashamed of--at least now and then.
For even the gravest are not above chaff, And I know of a bishop that loves a good laugh.
Then why will they deny me, And why won't they buy me?
I know that the world is full of cajolery, And many a dull dog will trade on _my_ drollery, Though he'll never be brought to confess it aloud That the story you laughed at he stole from O'Dowd; But the truth is, I feel if my book is unsold, That my fun, like myself, it must be--has grown old.
And though the confession may come with a d.a.m.n, I must own it--_non sum qualis eram_.
”I got a droll characteristic note from the Duke of Wellington and a cordial hearty one from Sir H. Seymour. I'd like to show you both, but I am out of sorts by this sluggishness in our [circulation]. The worst of it is, I have n.o.body to blame but myself.
”Send a copy of O'D. to Kinglake with my respects and regards. He is the only man (except C. O'D.) in England who understands Louis Nap.”
_To Mr John Blackwood._
”Florence, _Aug_. 9, 1864.
”I am just sent for to Spezzia to afford my Lords of the Admiralty a full and true account of all the dock accommodation possible there, which looks like something in 'the wind'; the whole 'most secret and confidential.'
”I am sorry to leave home, though my little girl is doing well I have _many_ causes of anxiety, and for the first time in my whole life have begun to pa.s.s sleepless nights, being from my birth as sound a sleeper as Sancho Panza himself.
”Of course Wilson was better than anything he ever did--but why wouldn't he? He was a n.o.ble bit of manhood every way; he was my _beau ideal_ of a fine fellow from the days I was a schoolboy. The men who link genius with geniality are the true salt of the earth, but they are marvellously few in number. I don't bore you, I hope, asking after O'D.; at least you are so forgiving to my importunity that I fancy I am merciful.”
_To Mr John Blackwood._
”Florence, _Aug_. 11,1864.
”I forgot to tell you that the scene of the collision in the longer O'D. is all invented--there was nothing of it in 'The Times' or anywhere else. How right you are about the melodramatic tone in the scene between Maitland and his Mother! It is worse. It is bow-wow! It is Minerva Press and the rest of it, but all that comes of a d------d public. I mean it all comes of novel-writing for a d------d public that like novels,--and novels are--novels.
”I am very gouty to-day, and I have a cross-grained man coming to dinner, and my women (affecting to keep the mother company) won't dine with me, and I am sore put out.
”Another despatch! I am wanted at Spezzia,--a frigate or a gunboat has just put in there and no consul Captain Short, of the _Sneezer_ perhaps, after destroying Chiavari and the organ-men, put in for instructions. By the way, Yule was dining with Perry, the Consul-General at Venice, the other day, when there came an Austrian official to ask for the Magazine with _Flynn's Life_ as a _piece de conviction!_ This would be grand, but it is beaten hollow by another fact. In a French 'Life of Wellington,'
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