Volume Ii Part 7 (1/2)
by a staff officer of distinction, he corrects some misstatements thus, 'Au contraire, M. Charles O'Malley, raconteur,' &c. Shall I make a short 'O'Dowd' out of the double fiasco? Only think, a two-barrelled blunder that made O'Dowd a witness at law, and Charles O'Malley a military authority!
”When I was a doctor, I remember a Belgian buying 'Harry Lorrequer' as a medical book, and thinking that the style was singularly involved and figurative.
”Oh dear, how my knuckle is singing, but not like the brook in Tennyson; it is no 'pleasant tune.'
”Have you seen in 'The Dublin E. Mail' a very civil and cordial review of 'O'Dowd,' lengthy and with extracts? What a jolly note I got from the Bishop of Limmerick. He remembers a dinner I gave to himself and O'Sullivan, Archer Butler, and Whiteside, and we sat till 4 o' the morning! _Noctes--Eheu fugaces!_
”Please say that some one has ordered 'O'Dowd' and liked it, or my gout will go to the stomach.”
_To Mr John Blackwood._
”Florence, _Aug_. 12, 1864.
”I recant: I don't think the scene so bad as I did yesterday. I sent it off _corrected this night's post_--and try and agree with me. Remember that Maitland's mother (I don't know who his father was) was an actress,--why wouldn't she be a little melodramatic? Don't you know what the old Irishwoman said to the sentry who threatened to run his bayonet into her? 'Devil thank you! sure, that's you're thrade.' So Mad.
Brancaleoni was only giving a touch of her 'thrade' in her Cambyses vein.
”I'm off to Spezzia, and my temper is so bad my family are glad to be rid of me. All the fault of the public, who won't admire 'O'Dowd.'”
_To Mr John Blackwood._
”Villa Morelli, _Aug_. 24, 1864.
”My heartiest thanks for the photograph. It is the face of a friend and, _entre nous_, just now I have need of it, for I am very low and depressed, but I don't mean to worry you with these things. What a fine fellow your Colonel is! I am right proud that he likes 'O'Dowd,' and so too of your friend Smith, because I know if the officers are with me we must have the rank and file later on. I read the 'Sat.u.r.day Review'
with the sort of feeling I have now and then left a dull dinner-party, thinking little of myself but still less of the company. Now, I may be stupid, but I'll be d------d if I'm as bad as that fellow!
”One's friends of course are no criterion, but I _have_ got very pleasant notices from several, and none condemnatory, but still I shall be sorely provoked if _your_ good opinion of me shall not be borne out by the public. Galileo said 'e pur se muove,' but the Sacred College outvoted him. G.o.d grant that you may not be the only man that doesn't think me a blockhead!
”I want to be at 'Tony,' but I am so very low and dispirited I shall make a mess of whatever I touch, and so it is better to abstain.
”If I could only say of John Wilson one-half that I _feel_ about him.
If I could only tell c.o.c.kneydom that they never had, and probably never will have, a measure to take the height of so n.o.ble a fellow, one whose very manliness lifted him clear and clean above their petty appreciation, just as in his stalwart vigour he was a match for any score of them, and whom they would no more have ventured to scoff at while living than they would have dared to confront foot to foot upon the heather. If I could say, in fact, but a t.i.the of what his name calls up within me, I _could_ write a paper on the _Noctes_, but the theme would run away with me. Wilson was the only hero of my boy days, and I never displaced him from the pedestal since. By Jove! 'Ebony' had giants in those days. Do you know that no praise of O'D. had the same flattery for me as comparing it with the papers by Maginn long ago. So you see I am ending my days under the flag that fascinated my first ambition: my grief is, my dear Blackwood, that you have not had the first of the liquor and not the lees of the cask.”
_To Mr John Blackwood._
”Villa Morelli, Florence, _Sept_. 6, 1864.
”I have just had your letter and enclosure,--many thanks for both. I hope you may like the O'D. I sent you for next month. Don't be afraid of my breaking down as to time, though I may as to merit. You may always rely on my punctuality--and I am vain of it, as the only orderly quality in my whole nature....
”I am very anxious about 'Tony,' I want to make a good book of it, and my very anxiety may mar my intentions. Tell me another thing: When 'Tony' appears in three vols., should it come out without name, or a _nom de plume_,--which is better?
”Why does not 'The Times' notice O'D.? They are talking of all the tiresome books in the world,--why not mine?
”I have often thought a pleasant series of papers might be made of the great Irish Viceroys, beginning at John D. of Ormond, Chesterfield, D.
Portland, &c., with characteristic sketches of society at their several periods. Think of a tableau with Swift, Addison, &c, at Templeton's _levee!_