A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND # \ '¥nC; /^^./ A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND TOGETHER WITH ^Personal Eemmtscences of tfje ' inimitable 33oj * THEREIN COLLECTED. BY WILLIAM R. HaGHES, F.L.S. IVITH MORE THAN' A HUNDRED ILLUSTRATIONS BY F. G. KITTON AND OTHER ARTISTS. LONDON: CHAPMAN & HALL, Limited. BOSTON: ESTES AND LAURIAT. iSgr. y^ (c2>0 ^ q^ RrcHARD Clay & Sons, Limited, London & Bungay. [Aii Rights resftwd.^ TO MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS, EMILY AND EDITH, I DEDICATE THIS RECORD OF "A WEEK'S TRAMP," TO REMIND THEM OF THE MANY PLEASANT READINGS FROM DICKENS WE HAVE ENJOYED TOGETHER AT HOME. iv^l88088 PREFACE. '' ' I should like to show you a series of eight articles, Sir, that have appeared in the Eatanswill Gazette. I think I may venture to say that you would not be long in establishing your opinions on a firm and solid basis, Sir.' " ' I dare say I should turn very blue long before I got to the end of them,' responded Bob. '' Mr. Pott looked dubiously at Bob Sawyer for some seconds, and turning to Mr. Pickwick said : — '''You have seen the literary articles which have appeared at intervals in the Eatanswill Gazette in the course of the last three months, and which have ex- cited such general — I may say such universal — atten- tion and admiration ? ' "'Why,' replied Mr. Pickwick, slightly embarrassed by the question, 'the fact is, I have been so much engaged in other ways, that I really have not had an opportunity of perusing them.' " ' You should do so, Sir,' said Pott with a severe countenance. " ' I will,' said Mr. Pickwick. viii PREFACE. " ' They appeared in the form of a copious review of a work on Chinese metaphysics, Sir,' said Pott. " * Oh,' observed Mr. Pickwick — 'from your pen I hope ? ' ** * From the pen of my critic, Sir,' rejoined Pott with dignity. *''An abstruse subject I should conceive,' said Mr. Pickwick. " ' Very, Sir,' responded Pott, looking intensely sage. ' He crammed for it, to use a technical but ex- pressive term ; he read up for the subject, at my desire, in the EncyclopcEclia Britannica! '''Indeed!' said Mr. Pickwick; 'I was not aware that that valuable work contained any information respecting Chinese metaphysics.' " ' He read. Sir,' rejoined Mr. Pott, laying his hand on Mr. Pickwick's knee, and looking round with a smile of intellectual superiority, ' he read for meta- physics under the letter M, and for China under the letter C ; and combined his Information, Sir ! ' "Mr. Pott's features assumed so much additional grandeur at the recollection of the power and research displayed In the learned effusions In question, that some minutes elapsed before Mr. Pickwick felt em- boldened to renew the conversation." The above perennial extract from the Immortal Pickwick Papers suggests to some extent the nature of the contents of this Volume. It is the record of a pilgrimage made by two enthusiastic Dickenslans during the late summer of 1888, together with "com- PREFACE. ix bined information," — not Indeed '* crammed " from the ninth edition just completed of the valuable work above referred to, but gathered mostly from original sources, — respecting the places visited, the cha- racters alluded to In some of the novels, personal reminiscences of their Author, appropriate passages from his works (for which acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Chapman and Hall), and some little mention of the thoughts developed by the associations of " Dickens-Land." Although the pilgrimage only extended to a week, and every spot referred to (save one) was actually visited during that time, It is but right to state that on three subsequent occasions the author has gone over the greater part of the same ground — once in the early winter, when the blue clematis and the aster had given place to the yellow jasmine and the chrysanthemum ; once in the early spring, when those had been suc- ceeded by the almond-blossom and the crocus ; and again in the following year, when the beautiful county of Kent was rehabilitated in summer clothing, thus enabling him to verify observations, to correct possible errors arising from first impressions, and to gain new experiences. As our head-quarters were at Rochester, and most of the city and other parts were taken at odd times, it has not been found practicable to preserve in con- secutive chapters a perfect sequence of the records of each day's tramp, although they appear in fairly chronological order throughout the work. ''A pre- liminary tramp In London " will possibly be dull to X PREFACE. those familiar with the great Metropolis, but It may be useful to foreign tramps In '' Dickens-Land." Availing myself of the privilege adopted by most travellers at home and abroad, I have made occasional references to the weather. This is perhaps excusable when It is remembered that the year 1888 was a very remarkable one in that respect, so much so Indeed, that the writer of a leading article In The Times of January i8th, 1889, In commenting on Mr. G. J. Symons' report of the British rainfall of the previous year, remarked that '' seldom within living memory had there been a twelve-month with more un- pleasantness in It and less of genial sunshine." We were specially favoured, however. In getting more "sunshine" than ''unpleasantness," thus adding to the enjoyment of our never-to-be-forgotten tramp. Upwards of three years have elapsed since this book was commenced, and the limited holiday leisure of a hard-working official life has necessarily prevented Its completion for such a lengthened period, that it has come to be pleasantly referred to by my many DIckensIan friends as the '' Dictionary," In allusion to the Important work of that nature contemplated by Dr. Strong, respecting which (says David Copperfield) "Adams, our head-boy, who had a turn for mathe- matics, had made a calculation, I was Informed, of the time this Dictionary would take In completing, on the Doctor's plan, and at the Doctor's rate of going. He considered that it might be done in one thousand six hundred and forty-nine years, counting from the Doctor's last, or sixty-second, birthday." PREFACE. xi My hearty and sincere acknowledgments are due to the publishers, Messrs. Chapman and Hall, not only for the very handsome manner In which they have allowed my book to be got up as regards print, paper, and execution (to follow the model of their Victoria Edition of Pickwick is indeed an honour to me), but especially for their great liberality in the matter of the Illustrations, which number more than a hundred. These were selected In conference by Mr. Fred Chapman, Mr. Kitton, and myself, and include about fifty original drawings by Mr. Kitton, from sketches specially made by him for this work. Of. the remainder, six are from Forster's Life of Dickens, fifteen from Langton's Childhood and Youth of Charles Dickens, seven from Charles Dickens by Pen and Pencil, ten from the Jubilee Edition of Pickwick, and five from Rimmer's About England with Dickens, A few interesting fac-slmlles of hand- writing, etc., have also been Introduced. Surely such an eclectic series of Dickens Illustrations has never before been presented In one volume. To Messrs. Chapman and Hall, Mr. Robert Langton, F.R.H.S., Messrs. Frank T. Sabin and John F. Dexter, Messrs. Macmillan and Co., and Messrs. Chatto and Windus (the proprietors of the above-mentioned works), the author's acknowledg- ments are also due, and are hereby tendered. Mr. Stephen T. Aveling has kindly supplied an illustration of Restoration House as It appeared in Dickens's time, and Mr. William Ball, J. P., generously commissioned a local artist to make a sketch of the Marshes, which #' xii PREFACE. forms the frontispiece to the book, and gives a good idea of the '' long stretches of flat lands" on the Kent and Essex coasts. To those friends whom we then met for the first time, and from whom we subsequently received .help, the authors most cordial acknowledgments are due, and are also tendered, for kind information and assistance. They are a goodly number, and include Mr. A. A. Arnold, Mr. Stephen T. Aveling, Mr. William Ball, J. P., Mr. James Baird, Mr. Charles Bird, F.G.S., Major and Mrs. Budden, Mr. W. J. Budden, Mr. R. L. Cobb, Mr. J. Couchman, The Misses Drage, Mrs. Easedown, Mr. Franklin Homan, Mr. James Hulkes, J. P., and Mrs. Hulkes, Mr. Apsley Kennette, Mrs. Latter, Mr. J. Lawrence, Mr. C. D. Levy, Mr. B. Lillie, Mr. J. E. Littlewood, Mr. J. N. Malleson, Rev. J. J. Marsham, M.A., Mrs. Masters, Mr. Miles, Mr. W. Millen, Mr. Geo. Payne, F.S.A., Mr. William Pearce, Mr. George Robinson, Mr. T. B. Rosseter, F.R.M.S., Dr. Sheppard, Mr. Henry Smetham, Dr. Steele, M.R.C.S., Mr. William Syms, Mrs. Taylor, Miss Taylor, Mr. W. S. Trood, Major Trousdell, Rev. Robert Whiston, M.A., Mr. W. T. Wildish, Mr. Humphrey Wood, Mr. C. K. Worsfold, and Mrs. Henry WVight. The late Mr. Roach Smith, F.S.A., took much interest in my work and gave valu- able assistance. Mr. Luke Fildes, R.A., and Mrs. Lynn Linton generously contributed very interesting informa- tion. The Right Honourable the Earl of Darnley, Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens, Mr. W. P. Frith, R.A., and Lady Head, also kindly answered enquiries. PREFACE. xiii Miss Hogarth has at my request very kindly con- sented to the publication of the original letters of the Novelist — about a dozen — now printed for the first time. My sincere thanks are due to Mr. E. W. Badger, F.R.H.S., the friend of many years, for valuable help. To my old friend and fellow-tramp, Mr. F. G. Kitton, with whose memory this delightful excursion will ever be pleasantly connected, my warmest thanks are due for reading proofs and for much kind help in many ways. '' He wos werry good to me, he wos." As Pip wrote to another '* Jo," ''woT larX" we did have. Last, but not least, my cordial thanks are due to Mr. Charles Dickens for much kind information and valuable criticism. So long as readers continue to be, so long will our great English trilogy of cognate authors, Shakespeare, Scott, and Dickens, continue to be read. Indeed as regards Dickens, a writer in Blackwood, June, 1 87 1 (and Blackwood was not always a sympa- thetic critic), said : — '* We may apply to him, without doubt, the surest test to which the maker can be subject : were all his books swept by some intellectual catastrophe out of the world, there would still exist in the world some score at least of people, with all whose ways and sayings we are more intimately ac- quainted than with those of our brothers and sisters, who would owe to him their being. While we live Sam Weller and Dick Swiveller, Mr. Pecksniff and Mrs. Gamp, the Micawbers and the Squeerses, can never die. . . . They are more real than we are xiv PREFACE, ourselves, and will outlive and outlast us, as they have outlived their creator. This is the one proof of genius which no critic, not the most carping or dissatisfied, can gainsay." So long also, the author ventures to think, will pilgrimages continue to be made to the shrines of Stratford-on-Avon, Abbotsford, and Gad's Hill Place, and to their vicinities. The modest aim of this Volume is, that it may add a humble unit in helping to keep his memory green, and that it may be a useful and acceptable companion to pilgrims, not only of our own country, but also from that still ''Greater Britain," where ''All the Year round" the name of Charles Dickens is almost a dearer " Household Word" than it is with us. William R. Hughes. Wood House, Handsworth Wood, near Birmingham. loth September^ 1891. CONTENTS. CHA1>. 1'A(;E Preface ... ... ... ... ... vii I. Introductory ... ... ... ... i II. A Preliminary Tramp in London ... ... 7 III. Rochester City ... ... ... ... 51 IV. Rochester Castle ... ... ... ... 98 V. Rochester Cathedral ... ... ... iii VI. Richard Watts's Charity, Rochester ... 142 VII. An Afternoon at Gad's Hill Place ... 161 VIII. Charles Dickens and Strood ... ... 211 IX. Chatham : — St. Mary's Church, Ordnance Ter- race, The House on the Brook, The Mitre Hotel, and Fort Pitt. Landport : — Port- sea, Hants ... ... ... ... 251 X. Aylesford, Town Malling, and Maidstone ... 288 XL Broadstairs, Margate, and Canterbury ... 317 XII. Cooling, Cliffe, and Higham ... ... 349 XIII. CoBHAM Park and Hall, The Leather Bottle, Shorne, Chalk, and the Dover Road ... 376 XIV. A Final Tramp in Rochester and London ... 405 Index ... ... ... ... ... 427 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS The Marshes, Cooling ... ... ... Frontispiece F. G. Kitton (from a Sketch by E. L. Meadows) Headpiece, " Humour " (From two Statuettes of " Mr. Pickwick " and " Sam Waller " in Crown Derby Ware) Engraved by R. Langto?t xvii The Golden Cross ... ... ... Herbert Railto7t Young Dickens at the Blacking Warehouse F. Barnard Fountain Court, Temple... ... ...C.A. Vanderhoof Staple Inn, Holborn ... ... ... „ „ Barnard's Inn ... ... ... ... Herbert Eailton Dickens's House, Furnival's Inn ... „ „ No. 48, Doughty Street ... ... ... /. Grego Tavistock House, Tavistock Square ... /. Liddell No. 141, Bayham Street ... ... ... F. G. Kitton No. I, Devonshire Terrace ... ... D.Madise.R.A. Fac-simile of Letter, Charles Dickens ... Apotheosis of "Grip" the Raven ... D. Maclise, R.A. "My magnificent order at the Public House"... Phiz Bull Inn, Rochester — ''good house, nice beds" Herbert Railton Staircase at "the Bull" ... ... F. G. Kitton The "Elevated Den" in the Ball-room, "Bull Inn" F. G. Kitton Old Rochester Bridge ... ... ... Herbert Railton The Guildhall, Rochester ... ... F. G. Kitton The "Moon-faced" Clock in High Street „ „ In High Street, Rochester ... ... ,, „ 10 12 16 21 23 25 28 30 37 40 43 45 49 56 58 61 68 71 72 73 xviii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Eastgate House, Rochester ... ... F. G. Kit ton Mr. Sapsea's House, Rochester ... ... „ „ Mr. Sapsea's Father ... (After sketch by /^. Wickham) Restoration House, Rochester ... ... F. G. Kitto7i Old Rochester Theatre, Star Hill ... W. Hull The Castle from Rochester Bridge ... F. G. Kitton -^^ The Keep of Rochester Castle ... ... Herbert Railto7i Interior of Rochester Castle ... ... F. G. Kitton Rochester Castle and the Med way ... „ „ Rochester Cathedral ... ... ... „ „ Rochester Cathedral, Interior ... ... „ „ The Crypt, Rochester Cathedral ... ... Phiz Minor Canon Row, Rochester ... ... F. G. Kitton College Gate (or "Chertsey's" Gate), Rochester F. G. Kitton Prior's Gate, Rochester ... ... ... „ „ Deanery Gate, Rochester ... ... „ „ The Vines and Restoration House, Rochester „ „ Restoration House, as it appeared in Dickens's time (Engraved from a Drawing by an Amateur) St. Nicholas' Burying-ground ... ... F. G. Kitton Memorial Brass in Rochester Cathedral The "Six Poor Travellers" ... ... F. G. Kitton Richard Watts's Almshouses, Rochester „ „ Fac-similes of Signatures of Charles Dickens and Mark Lemon The "Six Poor Travellers" from the Rear F. G. Kitton A Dormitory in the "Six Poor Travellers": Gallery leading to the Dormitories... ... F. G. Kitton Satis House ... ... ... (From a Photograph) Watts's Monument in Rochester Cathedral R. Langton Rochester from Strood Hill ... ... C. Marshall The "Sir John Falstaff" Inn, Gad's Hill F. G. Kitton Gad's Hill Place... ... ... ... „ „ "The Empty Chair." Gad's Hill, Ninth of June, 1870 F. G. Kitton (from the Drawing by S. L. Fildes^ R.A.) Counterfeit Book-backs on Study Door R. Langton Gad's Hill Place from the Rear ... /. liddcll LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. '•The Grave of Dick, the best of Birds" F. G. Kitton 178 The Well at Gad's Hill Place ... ... „ „ 181 The Porch, Gad's Hill Place ... ... /. Lidddl 183 The Cedars, G.\d's Hill ... ... ... E. Hull 185 View from the Roof of Dickens's House, Gad's Hill F. G. Kitton 189 Fac-similes of Gad's Hill Gazette and Final Notice 199-203 213 214 215 218 236 239 245 256 259 260 261 263 275 277 W. Dadson E. Hull Temple Farm, Strood ... ... ... F. G. Kitton At Temple Farm, Strood ... ... „ „ Crypt, Temple Farm ... ... ... „ „ The "Crispin and Crispianus," Strood ... „ „ Old Quarry House, Strood ... ... „ „ Frindsbury Church ... ... ... „ „ Rochester from Strood Pier ... ... ;, „ St. Mary's Church, Chatham No. II, Ordnance Terrace, Chatham The House on the Brook, Chatham Giles's School, Chatham ... Mitre Inn, Chatham Navy-Pay Office, Chatham Fort Pitt, Chatham Birthplace of Charles Dickens, Portsea (From a Photograph) St. Mary's Church, Portsea Aylesford Aylesford Bridge The PIigh Street, Town Malling Cob Tree Hall Cricket Ground, Town Malling... ... „ „ The Medway at Maidstone ... ... „ „ Chillington Manor House, Maidstone ... „ „ Kit's Coty House... ... ... ... ,. „ Kit's Coty House and "Blue Bell" ... „ „ (From the Painting by Gegan) Hop-picking in Kent ... ... ... F. G. Kitton "Bleak House," Broadstairs ... ... ., „ Old Look-out House, Broadstairs ... „ „ The " Falstaff," Westgate, Canterbury „ „ Herbert Railton R. Langton F. G. Kitton Herbert Railton F. G. Kitton 281 285 289 291 293 297 302 307 310 312 315 319 328 332 335 XX LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PACK The "Dane John" from the City Wall, Canterbury F. G. Kittoii 337 Bell Harry Tower, Canterbury Cathedral „ „ 339 Scene of the Martyrdom, Canterbury Cathedral F. G. Kit ton 341 *'BiTs" of Old Canterbury ... ... C.A. Vanderhoof 342 "The Little Inn," Canterbury ... ... F. G. Kitton 345 Graves of the Comport Family, Cooling Churchyard F. G. Kitto7i 353 Cooling Church ... Gateway, Cooling Castle Cliffe Church Cobham Hall Dickens's Chalet, now in Cobham Park ... The "Leather Bottle," Cobham The Old Parlour of the " Leather Bottle ..C A. Vanderhoof 355 F. G. Kitton 359 M » 361 .. Herbert Rail ton 381 /. Liddell 384 F. G. Kitton 387 E.Hull 389 Cobham Church ... ... ... ... Herbert Railton 390 Shorne Church ... ... ... ... F. G. Kitton 392 Curious Old Figure over the Porch, Chalk Church F. G. Kitton 394 "There's Milestones on the Dover Road" „ „ 4cx) Doorway, Rochester Cathedral ... ... „ „ 407 Fac-similes of Charles Dickens's Handwriting 1837, 1850, 1854, 1870 ... ... ... ... ... 418-20 The Grave in Westminster Abbey ... F. G. Kitton 425 Tailpiece, " Pathos " (From two Plaques of the " Old Man " and " Little Nell " in Wedgwood Ware) Engraved by R. Langton xx A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND, CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTORY. " So wishing you well in the way you go, we now conclude with the observation, that perhaps you'll go it." — Our Mutual Friend. Among the many interesting books that have been pub- lished relating to Charles Dickens since his death, more than twenty years ago (it seems but yesterday to some of his admirers), there are at least half a dozen that describe the " country " peopled by the deathless characters created by his genius. Probably the pioneer in this class of literature was that comprehensive work, Dicketis's London, or London in the Works of Charles Dickens, by my friend, that thorough Dickensian, Mr. T. Edgar Pemberton, 1876 ; this was followed by a very readable volume. In Kent with Charles Dickens, by Thomas Frost, 1880 ; then came a dainty tome from Boston, U.SA., entitled, A Pickivickian Pilgrimage, by John R. G. 2 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Hassard, 1881. Afterwards appeared The Childhood and Youth of Charles Dickens, hy Robert Langton, 1883, beauti- fully illustrated by the late William Hull of Manchester, the author, and others — a work developed from the brochure by the same author, Charles Dickens and Rochester, 1880, which has passed through five editions. Next to Forster's Life of Dickens, Mr. Robert Langton's larger work undoubtedly ranks — especially from the richness of the illustrations — as a very valuable original contribution to the biography of the great novelist. Another handsome volume, containing the illustrations to a series of papers in Scribners Monthly — written by B. E. Martin — entitled About Englarid with Dickens, came from the pen of Mr. Alfred Rimmer, 1883, and included additional illustrations drawn by the author, C. A. Vanderhoof, and others. Yet another little brochure recently appeared, called London Rambles en zigzag zvith Charles Dickens, by Robert Allbut, 1886. Lastly, there was published in the Christmas Number of Scribners Magazine, i^^y, an article, " In Dickens-Land," by Edward Percy Whipple, in which this veteran and appreciative critic of the eminent English writer's works points out that, "In addition to the practical life that men and women lead, constantly vexed as it is by obstructive facts, there is an interior life which they imagine, in which facts smoothly give way to sentiments, ideas, and aspirations. Dickens has, in short, discovered and colonized one of the waste districts of ' Imagination,* which we may call ' Dickens-Land,' or ' Dickcns-Ville,' . . . better known than such geographical countries as Canada and Australia, . . . and confirming us in the belief of the reality of a population which has no actual existence." INTRODUCTORY. 3 It must not be assumed that the above Hst exhausts the Hterature on the subject of " Dickens-Land," many references to which are made in such high-class works as Augustus J. C. Hare's Walks in London^ and Lawrence Hutton's Literary Landmarks of Londo?t. Since the above was written, a very interesting and prettily illustrated article has appeared in the English Illnstrated Magazine for October, 1888, entitled " Charles Dickens and Southwark," by Mr. J. Ashby-Sterry, who is second to none as an enthusiastic admirer and loyal student of Dickens. There is also a paper in Longmat^s Magazine for the same month, by the delightful essayist A. K. H. B., called " That Longest Day," in which there are several allusions to Dickens and " Dickens-Land." It, however, lacks the freshness of his earlier writings. Surely he must have lost his old love for Dickens, or things must have gone wrong at the Ecclesiastical Conference which took place at Gravesend on " That Longest Day." Altogether it is pitched in a minor key. None of these contributions (with the exception of Mr. Langton's book), interesting as they are, and indispensable to the collector, attempt in any way to give personal reminiscences of Charles Dickens from friends or others, nor do they in any way help to throw light on his everyday life at home, beyond what was known before. The circumstances narrated in this work do not concern the imaginary " Dickens-Land " of Mr. Whipple, but refer to the actual country in which the imaginary characters played their parts, and to that still more interesting actual country in which Dickens lived long and loved most — the county of Kent. On Friday, 24th August, i838, two friends met in London — one of them, the writer of these lines, a Dickens collector of 4 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. some years' experience ; the other, Mr. F. G. Kitton, author of that sumptuous work, CJiarles Dickens by Pen and Pencil ; both ardent admirers of "the inimitable ' Boz,'" and lovers of nature and art. We were a sort of self-constituted roving commission, to carry into effect a long-projected intention to make a week's tramp in " Dickens-Land," for purposes of health and recreation ; to visit Gad's Hill, Rochester, Chatham, and neighbouring classical ground ; to go over and verify some of the most important localities rendered famous in the novels ; to identify, if possible, doubtful spots ; and to glean, under whatever circumstances naturally developed in the progress of our tramp, additions in any form to the many interest- ing memorials already published, and still ever growing, relating to the renowned novelist. The idea of recording our reminiscences was not a primary consideration. It grew out of our experiences, generating a desire for others to become acquainted with the results of our enjoyable peregrinations ; and the labour therein involved has been somewhat of the kind described by Lewis Morris : — " For this of old is sure. That change of toil is toil's sufficient cure." We mixed with representatives of the classes of domestics, labourers, artizans, traders, professional men, and scientists. Many of those whom we met were advanced in years, — several were octogenarians, — and there is no doubt that we have been the means of placing on record here and there an interesting item from the past generation (mostly told in the exact words of the narrators) that might otherwise have perished. This is a special feature of this work, which makes it different from all INTRODUCTORY. 5 the preceding. In every instance we were received with very great kindness, courtesy, and attention. The repHes to our questions were frank and generous, and in several cases permission was accorded us to make copies of original documents not hitherto made public. Considering that almost every inch of ground connected with Dickens has been so thoroughly explored, we were, on the whole, quite satisfied with our excursion : " the results were equal to the appliances." By a coincidence, the month which we selected (August) was Dickens's favourite month, if we may judge from the opening sentences of the sixteenth chapter of Pickwick: — "There is no month in the whole year, in which nature wears a more beautiful appearance than in the month of August. Spring has many beauties, and May is a fresh and blooming month, but the charms of this time of year are enhanced by their contrast with the winter season. August has no such advantage. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies, green fields, and sweet-smelling flowers — when the recollection of snow, and ice, and bleak winds, has faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared from the earth, — and yet what a pleasant time it is. Orchards and cornfields ring with the hum of labour ; trees bend beneath the thick clusters of rich fruit which bow their branches to the ground ; and the corn, piled in graceful sheaves, or waving in every light breath that sweeps above it, as if it wooed the sickle, tinges the landscape with a golden hue. A mellow softness appears to hang over the whole earth; the influence of the season seems to extend itself to the very wagon, whose slow motion across the well-reaped field, is perceptible only to the eye, but strikes with no harsh sound upon the ear." By another coincidence, the day which we selected to commence our tramp was Friday — the day upon which most of the important incidents of Dickens's life happened, as 6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. appears from frequent references in Forster's Life to the subject. Provided with a selection of books inseparably connected with the subject of our tour, including, of course, copies of Pickwick, Great Expectations, Edwin Drood, The Uncommercial Traveller, Bevan's Tourist's Guide to Kent, one or two local Handbooks, one of Bacon's useful cycling maps, with a sketch map of the geology of the district (which greatly helped us to understand many of its picturesque effects, and was kindly furnished by Professor Lapworth, LL.D., F.R.S., of the Mason College, Birmingham), and with a pocket aneroid barometer, which every traveller should possess himself with if he wishes to make convenient arrangements as regards weather, we make a preliminary tramp in London. CHAPTER II. A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. '* We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the best of everything : other- wise, while I was scared by the immensity of London, I think I might have had some faint doubts whether it was not rather ugly, crooked, narrow, and dirty.' — Great Expectations. Some sixty or seventy years must have elapsed since Dickens (through the mouthpiece of Pip, as above) recorded his first impressions of London ; and although he lived in it many years, and in after life he loved to study its people in every stratum of society and every phase of their existence, it seems doubtful, apart from these studies, whether he ever really liked London itself, for in the Uncommercial Traveller^ on " The Boiled Beef of New England," in describing London as it existed subsequently, he contrasts it unfavourably in some respects, not only with such continental cities as Paris, Bordeaux, Frankfort, Milan, Geneva, and Rome, but also with such British cities as Edinburgh, Aberdeen, Exeter, and Liverpool, with such American cities as New York, Boston, and Philadelphia, and with " a bright little town like Bury St. Edmunds." Nevertheless, it is indubitable that his writ- ings, beyond those of any other author, have done wonders 7 8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. to popularize our knowledge of London, — more particularly the London of the latter half of the last and the first half of the present century, — and that those writings have given it a hold on our affections which it might not otherwise have acquired. In almost all his works we are introduced to a fresh spot in the Metropolis, perhaps previously known to us, but to which the fidelity of his descriptions and the reality of the characters peopling it, certainly give a historical value never before understood or appreciated. In The Life of Charles Dickens^ written by his devoted friend, John Forster, may be found a corroboration of this view : — " There seemed," says this biographer, " to be not much to add to our knowledge of London until his books came upon us, but each in this respect outstripped the other in its marvels. In Nickleby^ the old city reappears under every aspect ; and whether warmth and light are playing over what is good and cheerful in it, or the veil is uplifted from its darker scenes, it is at all times our privilege to see and feel it as it absolutely is. Its interior hidden life becomes familiar as its commonest outward forms, and we discover that we hardly knew anything of the places we supposed that we knew the best." What Scott did for Edinburgh and the Trossachs, Dickens did for London and the county of Kent. His fascination for the London streets has been dwelt on by many an author. Mr. Frank T. Marzials says in his interesting Life of Charles Dickens : — "London remained the walking-ground of his heart. As he liked best to walk in London, so he liked best to walk at night. The darkness of the great city had a strange fascina- tion for him. He never grew tired of it." A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 9 Mr. Sala records that he had been encountered "in the oddest places and in the most inclement weather : in Ratcliff Highway, on Haverstock Hill, on Camberwell Green, in Gray's Inn Lane, in the Wandsworth Road, at Hammersmith Broadway, in Norton Folgate, and at Kensal New Town. A hansom whirled you by the ' Bell and Horns ' at Brompton, and there was Charles Dickens striding as with seven-leagued boots, seemingly in the direction of North End, Fulham. The Metropolitan Railway disgorged you at Lisson Grove, and you met Charles Dickens plodding sturdily towards the * Yorkshire Stingo.' He was to be met rapidly skirting the grim brick wall of the prison in Coldbath Fields, or trudging along the Seven Sisters' Road at Holloway, or bearing under a steady press of sail through Highgate Archw^ay, or pursuing the even tenor of his way up the Vauxhall Bridge Road." That his feelings were intensely sympathetic with all classes of humanity there is amply evidenced in the following lines, written so far back as 1841, which Master Humphrey, "from his clock side in the chimney corner," speaks in the last page before the opening of Barnaby Rudge : — "Heart of London, there is a moral in thy every stroke ! as I look on at thy indomitable working, which neither death, nor press of life, nor grief, nor gladness out of doors will influence one jot, I seem to hear a voice within thee which sinks into my heart, bidding me, as I elbow my way among the crowd, have some thought for the meanest wretch that passes, and, being a man, to turn away with scorn and pride from none that bear the human shape." On a sultry day, such as this of Friday, the 24th August, 1888, with the thermometer at nearly 80 degrees in the shade, one needs some enthusiasm to undertake a tramp for a few hours over the hot and dusty streets of London, that we may lO A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. glance at a few of the memorable spots that we have visited over and over again before. This preliminary tramp is there- fore necessarily limited to visiting the houses where Dickens lived, from the year 1836 until he finally left it in i860, on disposing of Tavistock House, and took up his residence at Gad's Hill Place. In our way we shall take a few of the places rendered famous in the novels, but it would require a " knowledge of London " as " extensive and peculiar" as that of Mr. Weller, and would occupy a week at least, to exhaust the interest of all these associations. Our temporary quarters are at our favourite " Morlcy's," in A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. ii Trafalgar Square, one of those old-fashioned, comfortable hotels of the last generation, where the guest is still known as " Mr. H.," and not as " Number 497." And what is very relevant to our present purpose, Morley's revives associ- ations of the hotels, or " Inns," as they were more generally called in Charles Dickens's early days. Strolling from Morley's eastward along the Strand, to which busy thoroughfare there are numerous references in the works of Dickens, we pass on our left the Golden Cross Hotel, a great coaching-house half a century ago, from whence the Pickwickians and Mr. Jingle started, on the 13th of May, 1827, by the "Commodore" coach for Rochester. " The low archway," against which Mr. Jingle thus prudently cautioned the passengers, — " Heads ! Heads ! Take care of your heads ! " with the addition of a very tragic reference to the head of a family, was removed in 185 1, and the hotel has the same appearance now that it presented after that alteration. The house was a favourite with David Copperfield, who stayed there with his friend Steerforth on his arrival " outside the Canterbury coach ; " and it was in one of the public rooms here, approached by "a side entrance to the stable-yard," that the affecting interview took place with his humble friend Mr. Peggotty, as touchingly recorded in the fortieth chapter of David Copperfield, The two famous "pudding shops" in the Strand, so minutely described in connection with David's early days, have of course long been removed : — "One was in a court close to St. Martin's Church — at the back of the Church, — which is now removed altogether. The pudding at that shop was made of currants, and was rather a special pudding, but was dear, two pennyworth not being larger than a pennyworth of more ordinary pudding. A good shop for the latter was in the 12 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Strand, — somewhere in that part which has been rebuilt since. It was a stout pale pudding, heavy and flabby, and with great flat raisins in it, stuck in whole at wide distances apart. It came up hot at about my time every day, and many a day did I dine off it." Nearly opposite the Golden Cross Hotel is Craven Street, Young Dickens at the Blacking Warehouse. where (says Mr. Allbut), at No. 39, Mr. Brownlow in Oliver Twist resided after removing from Pentonville, and where the villain Monks was confronted, and made a full confession of his guilt. " Ruminating on the strange mutability of human affairs," after the manner of Mr. Pickwick, we call to mind, on the same side of the way, Hungerford Stairs, Market, and Bridge, A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON 13 all well remembered in the days of our youth, but now swept away to make room for the commodious railway terminus at Charing Cross. Here poor David Copperfield " served as a labouring hind," and acquired his grim experience with poverty in Murdstone and Grinby's {alias Lamert's) I-Jlacking Warehouse. Hungerford Suspension Bridge many years ago was removed to Clifton, and we never pass by it on the Great Western line without recalling recollections of poor David's sorrows. Next in order comes Buckingham Street, at the end house of which, on the east side (No. 15), lived Mrs. Crupp, who let apartments to David Copperfield in happier days. Here he had his "first dissipation," and entertained Steerforth and his two friends, Mrs. Crupp imposing on him frightfully as regards the dinner; "the handy young man" and the " young gal " being equally troublesome as regards the waiting. The description of " my set of chambers " in David Copperfield seems to point to the possibility of Dickens having resided here, but there is no evidence to prove it. At Osborn's Hotel, now the Adelphi, in John Street, Mr. Wardle and his daughter Emily stayed on their visit to London, after Mr. Pickwick was released from the Fleet Prison. Durham Street, a little further to the right, leads to the "dark arches," which had attractions for David Copperfield, who " was fond of wandering about the Adelphi, because it was a mysterious place with those dark arches." He says : — " I see myself emerging one evening from out of these arches, on a little pubHc-house, close to the river, with a space before it, where some coal-heavers were dancing." Nearly opposite is the Adelphi Theatre, notable as having been the stage 14 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. whereon most of the dramas founded on Dickens's works were first produced, from Nicholas Nickleby in 1838, in which Mrs. Keeley, John Webster, and O. Smith took part, down to 1867, when No Thoroughfare was performed, "the only story," says Mr. Forster, " Dickens himself ever helped to dramatize," and which was rendered with such fine effect by Fechter, Benjamin Webster, Mrs. Alfred Mellon, and other important actors. He certainly assisted in Madame Celeste's production of A Tale of Tzvo Cities, even if he had no actual part in the writing of the piece. Mr. AUbut thinks that the residence of Miss La Creevy, the good-natured miniature painter (whose prototype was Miss Barrow, Dickens's aunt on his mother's side) in Nicholas Nickleby, was probably at No. in. Strand. It was " a private door about half-way down that crowded thoroughfare." We proceed onwards, passing Wellington Street North, where at No. 16, the office of the famous Household Words formerly stood ; All the Year Round, its successor, conducted by Mr. Charles Dickens, the novelist's eldest son, now being at No. 26 in the same street. A little further on, on the same side of the way, and almost facing Somerset House, at No. 332, was the office of the once celebrated Morning Chronicle, on the staff of which Dickens in early life worked as a reporter. The Chronicle was a great power in its day, when Mr. John Black (" Dear old Black ! " Dickens calls him, " my first hearty out-and-out appreciator, . . . with ncvcr-forgottcn compliments . . . coming in the broadest of Scotch from the broadest of hearts I ever knew,") v.'as editor, and Mr. J. Campbell, afterwards Lord Chief-Justice Campbell, its chief literary critic. The Chronicle died in 1862. The west corner of Arundel Street (No. 186, Strand, where A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON 15 now stand the extensive premises of Messrs. W. H. Smith and Son) was formerly the office of Messrs. Chapman and Hall, the publishers of almost all the original works of Charles Dickens. After 1850 the firm removed to 193, Piccadilly, their present house being at 11, Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. They own the copyright, and publish all Dickens's works ; and they estimate that two million copies of Pickwick ^ have been sold in England alone, exclusive of the almost innumerable popular editions, from one penny upwards, published by other firms, the copyright of this work having expired. The penny edition was sold by hundreds of thousands in the streets of London some years ago. This statement will probably be surprising to the re- markable class of readers thus described by that staunch admirer of Dickens, Mr. Andrew Lang, in " Phiz," one of his charming Lost Leaders. He says : — " It is a singular and gloomy feature in the character of young ladies and gentlemen of a particular type, that they have ceased to care for Dickens, as they have ceased to care for Scott. They say they cannot read Dickens. When Mr. Pickwick's adventures are presented to the modern maid, she behaves like the Cambridge freshman. * Euclide viso, cohorruit et evasit.' When he was shown Euclid he evinced dismay, and sneaked off. Even so do most young people act when they are expected to read Nicholas Nickleby and Martin Chiizzlezvit. They call these master- 1 In The History of Pickwick^ a handsome octavo volume of nearly 400 pages, just published (1891), Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, the author, who is one of the few surviving friends of Charles Dickens, mentions the interesting fact that there are 360 characters, 70 episodes, and 22 inns, described in this wonderful book, written when the author was only twentv-four. i6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. pieces 'too gutterly gutter'; they cannot sympathize with this honest humour and conscious pathos. Consequently the innumerable references to Sam Weller, and Mrs. Gamp, and Mr. Pecksniff, and Mr. Winkle, which fill our ephemeral literature, are written for these persons in an unknown tongue. The number of people who could take a good pass in Mr. Calverley's Pickwick Examination Paper is said to be Fountain Court, Temple. diminishing. Pathetic questions are sometimes put. Are we not too much cultivated } Can this fastidiousness be any- thing but a casual passing phase of taste ^ Are all people over thirty who cling to their Dickens and their Scott old fogies } Are we wrong in preferring them to Booties' Baby^ and The Quick or tlie Dead, and the novels of M. Paul Bourget ? " A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 17 But this by the way. Turning down Essex Street, we visit the Temple, celebrated in several of Dickens's novels — Barnaby Rzidge, A Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations, and Otcr Mutual Friendy — but in none more graphically than in Martin Chuzzlewit, in which is described the fountain in Fountain Court, where Ruth Pinch goes to meet her lover, " coming briskly up, with the best little laugh upon her face that ever played in opposition to the fountain ; and beat it all to nothing." And when John Westlock came at last, " merrily the fountain leaped and danced, and merrily the smiling dimples twinkled and expanded more and more, until they broke into a laugh against the basin's rim, and vanished." As we saw the fountain on the bright August morning of our tramp, the few shrubs, flowers, and ferns planted round it gave it quite a rural effect, and we wished long life to the solitary specimen of eucalyptus, whose glaucous-green leaves and tender shoots seemed ill-fitted to bear the nipping frosts of our variable climate. Coming out of the Temple by Middle Temple Lane, we pass on our left Child's Bank, the " Tellson's Bank " of A Tale of Two Cities, " which was an old-fashioned place even in the year 1780," but was replaced in 1878 by the handsome build- ing suitable to its imposing neighbours, the Law Courts. Temple Bar, which adjoined the Old Bank, and was one of the relics of Dickens's London, has passed away, having since been re-erected on " Theobalds," near Waltham Cross. " A walk down Fleet Street " — one of Dr. Johnson's enjoyments — leads us to Whitefriars Street, on the east side of which, at No. ^j, is the office of The Daily News, edited by Dickens from 2 1 , Jany. to 9 Feby., 1 846, and for which he wrote the original prospectus, and subsequently, in a series of i8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IX DICKENS-LAXD. letters descriptive of his Italian travel, his delightful Pictures from Italy. St. Dunstan's Church in Fleet Street is supposed to have been that immortalized in TJie CJiinies. It was in this street many years before (in the year 1833, when he was only twenty-one), as recorded in Forster's Life^ that Dickens describes himself as dropping his first literary sketch, Mrs. Josepli Porter over the Way^ " stealthily one evening at twilight, with fear and trembling, into a dark letter-box in a. dark office up a dark court in Fleet Street ; and he has told his agitation when it appeared in all the glory of print: — 'On which occasion I walked down to Westminster Hall, and turned into it for half an hour, because my eyes were so dimmed with joy and pride, that they could not bear the street, and were not fit to be seen there.' " The " dark court " referred to was no doubt Johnson's Court, as the printers of the MontJdy Magazine^ Messrs. Baylis and Leighton, had their offices here. This contribution appeared in the January number 1834 of this magazine, published by Messrs. Cochrane and Macrone of 1 1 Waterloo Place. Turning up Chancery Lane, also celebrated in many of Charles Dickens's novels, we leave on our left Bell Yard, where lodged the ruined suitor in Chancery, poor Gridley, " the man from Shropshire " in Bleak House, but the yard has, through part of it being required for the New Law Courts and other modern improvements, almost lost its identity. On our right is Old Serjeant's Inn, which leads into Clifford's Inn, where the conference took place between John Rokesmith and Mr. Boffin, when the former, to the latter's amazement, said: — "If you would try me as your Secretary." The place is thus referred to in the eighth chapter of Our Mutual Friend : — A PRELIMINARY .TRAMP IN LONDON. 19 "Not very well knowing how to get rid of this applicant, and feeling the more embarrassed because his manner and appearance claimed a delicacy in which the worthy Mr. Boffin feared he himself might be deficient, that gentleman glanced into the mouldy little plantation or cat preserve, of Clifford's Inn, as it was that day, in search of a suggestion. Sparrows were there, dry-rot and wet-rot were there, but it was not otherwise a suggestive spot." Symond's Inn, described as " a little, pale, wall-eyed, woe- begone inn, like a large dust-bin of two compartments and a sifter," — where Mr. Vholes had his chambers, and where Ada Clare came to live after her marriage, there tending lovingly the blighted life of the suitor in Jarndyce and Jarndyce, poor Richard Carstone, — exists no more. It formerly stood on the site of Nos. 25, 26, and 27, now handsome suites of ofBces. Lincoln's Inn, a little higher up on the opposite side of the way, claims our attention, in the Hall of which was formerly the Lord High Chancellor's Court, wherein the wire-drawn Chancery suit of Jarndyce and Jarndyce in Bleak House dragged its course wearily along. The offices of Messrs. Kenge and Carboy, of Old Square, Solicitors in the famous suit, were visited by Esther Summerson, who says : — " We passed into sudden quietude, under an old gallery, and drove on through a silent square, until we came to an old nook in a corner, where there was an entrance ^up a steep broad flight of stairs like an entrance to a church." Mr. Serjeant Snubbin, Mr. Pickwick's counsel in the notorious cause of Bardell v. Pickwick, also had his chambers in this square. We then enter Lincoln's Inn Fields, and pay a visit to No. 58, on the furthest or west side near Portsmouth Street. This ancient mansion was the residence of Dickens's friend and biographer, John Forster, before he went to live at Palace 20 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Gate. It is minutely described in the tenth chapter of Bleak House as the residence of Mr. Tulkinghorn, " a large house, formerly a house of state, ... let off in sets of chambers now ; and in those shrunken fragments of its greatness lawyers lie like maggots in nuts." The " foreshortened allegory in the person of one impossible Roman upside down," who afterwards points to the "new meaning" (i.e. the murder of Mr. Tulkinghorn) has, it is to be regretted, since been white- washed. On the 30th November, 1844, here Dickens read The Chimes to a few intimate friends, an event immortalized by Maclise's pencil, and, as appreciative of the feelings of the audience, Forster alludes "to the grave attention of Carlyle, the eager interest of Stanfield and Maclise, the keen look of poor Laman Blanchard, Fox's rapt solemnity, Jerrold's sky- ward gaze, and the tears of Harness and Dyce." That celebrated tavern called the " Magpie and Stump," referred to in the twenty-first chapter of P^V/^^evr/', — where that hero spent an interesting evening on the invitation of Lowten (Mr. Perker's clerk), and heard " the old man's tale about the queer client," — is supposed to have been " The old George the IVth" in Clare Market, close by. Retracing our steps through Bishop's Court (where lived Krook the marine-store dealer, and in whose house lodged poor Miss Flite and Captain Hawdon, alias Nemo) into Chancery Lane, we arrive at the point from whence we diverged, and turn into Cursitor Street. Like other places adjacent, this street has been subjected to "improvements," and it is scarcely possible to trace "Coavinses," .so well known to Mr. Harold Skimpole, or indeed the place of business and residence of Mr. Snagsby, the good-natured law stationer, and his jealous " little woman." It will be remembered that it was here the Reverend Mr. 22 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Chadband more than once "improved a tough subject":— " toe your advantage, toe your profit, toe your gain, toe your welfare, toe your enrichment," — and refreshed his own. Thackeray was partial to this neighbourhood, and Rawdon Crawley had some painful experiences in Cursitor Street. Bearing round by Southampton Buildings, we reach Staple Inn, — behind the most ancient part of Holborn, — originally a hostelry of the merchants of the Wool-staple, who were removed to Westminster by Richard II. in 1378. At No. 10 in the first court, opposite the pleasant little garden and picturesque hall, resided the "angular" but kindly Mr. Grewgious, attended by his "gloomy" clerk, Mr. Bazzard, and on the front of the house over the door still remains the tablet with the mysterious initials : — but our enquiries fail to discover their meaning. Dickens humorously suggests " Perhaps John Thomas," " Perhaps Joe Tyler," and under hilarious circumstances, " Pretty Jolly too," and " Possibly jabbered thus ! " They are understood to be the initials of the treasurer of the Inn at the date above- mentioned. It is interesting to state that the Inn has been most appropriately restored by the enterprising Prudential Assurance Company, who have recently purchased it ; and on the .seat in the centre of the second Court (facing Holborn), under the plane trees which adorn it, were resting a few way- farers, who seemed to enjoy this thoughtful provision made by the present owners. We can picture in one of the rooms A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON 23 on the first floor of P. J. T.'s house (very memorable to the writer of these Hnes, sonie brief part of his early life having been passed there), the conference described in the twentieth chapter of Edzuifi Drood, between Mr. Grewgious and his charming ward, — so aptly pourtrayed by Mr. Luke.Fildes in his beautiful drawing, " Mr. Grewgious experiences a new sens- ation,"— ^as well as all the other scenes which took place here; 24 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Turning into Holborn through the Archway of Staple Inn, and stopping for a minute to admire the fine effect of the recently restored fourteenth-century old-timbered houses of the Inn which face that thoroughfare, a few steps lower down take us to Barnard's Inn, where Pip in Great Expectations lodged with his friend Herbert Pocket when he came to London. Dickens calls it, " the dingiest collection of shabby buildings ever squeezed together in a rank corner as a club for tom-cats." Simple-minded Joe Gargery, who visited Pip here, persisted for a time in calling it an "hotel," and after his visit thus recorded his impressions of the place : — **The present may be a worry good inn, and I believe its character do stand i ; but I wouldn't keep a pig in it myself — not in the case that I wished him to fatten wholesome and to eat with a meller flavour on him." A few plane trees — the glory of all squares and open spaces in London, where they thrive so luxuriantly — give a rural appearance to this crowded place, while the sparrows tenant- ing them enjoy the sunbeams passing through the scanty branches. Our next halting-place, Furnival's Inn, is one of profound interest to all pious pilgrims in " Dickens-Land," for there the genius of the young author was first recognized, not only by the novel-reading world, but also by his contemporaries in literature. Thackeray generously spoke of him as "the young man who came and took his place calmly at the head of the whole tribe, and who has kept it." Furnival's Inn in Holborn, which stands midway between Barnard's Inn and Staple Inn on the opposite side of the way, is famous as having been the residence of Charles Dickens in his bachelor days, when a reporter for the Morning Chronicle. A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON 25 He removed here from his father's lodgings at No. 18, Bentinck Street, and had chambers, first the " three pair back " (rather gloomy rooms) of No. 13 from Christmas 1834 until Christmas 1835, when he removed to the "three pair floor south" (bright little rooms) of No. 15, the house on the right-hand side of the square having Ionic ornamentations, which he occupied from 1835 until his removal to No. 48, Doughty Street, in March 1837. The brass-bound iron rail still remains, and the sixty stone steps which lead from the ground-floor to the top 26 A WEEK'S TRAMP IX DICKENS-LAND. of each house are no doubt the same over which the eager feet of the youthful " Boz " often trod. He was married from Furnival's Inn on 2nd April, 1836, to Catherine, eldest daughter of Mr. George Hogarth, his old colleague on the Morning Chronicle, the wedding taking place at St. Luke's Church, Chelsea, and doubtless lived here in his early matri- monial days much in the same way probably as Tommy Traddles did, as described in David Copperjield. Here the Sketches by Boz were written, and most of the numbers of the immortal Pickivick Papers, as also the lesser works : Sunday under Three Heads, The Strange Gentleman, and The Village Coquettes. The quietude of this retired spot in the midst of a busy thoroughfare, and its accessibility to the Chronicle offices in the Strand, must have been very attractive to the young author. His eldest son, the present Mr. Charles Dickens, was born here on the 6th January, 1837. It was in Furnival's Inn, probably in the year 1836, that Thackeray paid a visit to Dickens, and thus described the meeting : — " I can remember, when Mr. Dickens was a very young man, and had commenced delighting the world with some charming humorous works in covers which were coloured light green and came out once a month, that this young man wanted an artist to illustrate his writings ; and I remember walking up to his chambers in Furnival's Inn, with two or three drawings in my hand, which, strange to say, he did not find suitable." How wonderfully interesting these " two or three draw- ings " would be now if they could be discovered ! Of the score or so of " Extra Illustrations" to Pick:, ih wliicli liavc appeared, surely these (if they \vcre such) which Dickens "did not find suitable," combinini^ as they did the genius 6f A PRELIMINARY. TRAMP IN LONDON. S7 Dickens and Thackeray, whatever their merits or defects may have been, would be most highly prized. John Westlock, in Alai'tin CJnizzleivit, had apartments in Furnival's Inn, and was there visited by Tom Pinch. Wood's Hotel occupies a large portion of the square, and is mentioned in TJie Mystery of Edwin Drood as having been the Inn where Mr. Grewgious took rooms for his charming ward Rosa Bud, from whence he ordered for her refreshment, soon after her arrival at Staple Inn to escape Jasper's importunities, "a nice jumble of all meals," to which it is to be feared she did not do justice, and where " at the hotel door he afterwards confided her to the Unlimited head chamber-maid." The Society of Arts have considerately put up on the house No. 15 one of their neat terra-cotta memorial tablets with the following inscription : — CHARLES DICKENS, Lived here. B. 1812, D. 1870. We proceed along Holborn, and go up Kingsgate Street, where " Poll ' Sweedlepipe, Barber and Bird Fancier," lived, '' next door but one to the celebrated mutton-pie shop, and directly opposite the original cats'-meat warehouse." The irnmortal Sairey Gamp lodged on the first floor, whei-e doubtless she helped herself "from the " chimley-piece" when- ever she felt ^' dispoged." Here also the quarrel took place betvveen that old lady and her friehd Betsey Prig anent 28 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND, that mythical personage, '•' Mrs. Harris." We pass through Red Lion Square and up Bedford Row, and after proceeding along Theobald's Road for a short distance, turn up John Street, which leads into Doughty Street, where, at No. 48, No. 48, DouRhty Street, Mecklenburgli Square. Dirkens's Residence 1837-9. Charles Dickens lived from 1837 to 1839. The house, situated on the east side of the street, has twelve rooms, is single-fronted, three-storied, and not unlike No. 2, Ordnance Terrace, Chatham. A tiny little room on the ground-floor, with a bolt inside in addition to the usual fastening, is pointed A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 29 out as having been the noveHst's study. It has an outlook into a garden, but of late years this has been much reduced in size, A bill in the front window announces " Apartments to let," and they look very comfortable. Doughty Street, now a somewhat noisy thoroughfare, must have been in Charles Dickens's time a quiet, retired spot. A large pair of iron gates reach across the street, guarded by a gate-keeper in livery. " It was," says Mr. Marzials in his Life of Dickens, " while living at Doughty Street that he seems, in great measure, to have formed those habits of work and relaxation which every artist fashions so as to suit his own special needs and idiosyncrasies. His favourite time for work was the morning between the hours of breakfast and lunch ; . . he was essentially a day worker and not a night worker. . . . And for relaxation and sedative when he had thoroughly worn himself with mental toil, he would have recourse to the hardest bodily exercise. ... At first riding seems to have contented him, . . . but soon walking took the place of riding, and he became an indefatigable pedestrian. He would think nothing of a walk of twenty or thirty miles, and that not merely in the vigorous hey-day of youth, but afterwards to the very last. ..." It was at Doughty Street that he experienced a bereave- ment which darkened his life for many years, and to which Forster thus alludes : — " His wife's next younger sister Mary, who lived with them, and by sweetness of nature even more than by graces of person had made herself the ideal of his life, died with a terrible suddenness that for a time completely bore him down. His grief and suffering were intense, and affected him . . . through many after years." Pickzvick was temporarily 30 A WEEK'S TRAMP JN DICKENS-LAND. suspended, and . he sought ch'ange of scene at Hampstead. Forster' visited him there, and to him he opened his heart: He says :— " I left him as much his friend, ahd as entirely in his confidence, as! if I had known him for years." Tavistock House, Tavistock Sciiiare. Dickens's Residcitcc 1851-60. Some time afterwards, we find him inviting Forster " to join him at ii a.m. in a fifteen-mile ride out and ditto in, lunch on the road, with a six o'clock dinner in Doughty Street." Charles Dickens's residence in Doughty Street was but of A PRELIMINAR V TRAMP INL ON DON. 3 r short duration— from 183/ to 1840 only ; but there he com- pleted Pickwick^ and wrote Oliver Twist, Memoirs of Grimaldi\ Sketches ^of. Young Gentlemen, Sketches of Young Couples, diXid The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby. His eldest daughter Mary" was born here. ' ' ■ ' . In proper sequence we ought to proceed to Dickens's third London residence, No. r, Devonshire Terrace, but it will be more convenient to take his fourth residence on our way; We therefore retrace our steps into Theobald's Road, pass through Red Lion and Bloomsbury Squares, and along Great Russell Street as far as the British MuseUm, where Dickens is still remembered as " a reader " (merely remarking that if of course contains a splendid collection of the original im- pressions of the novelist's works, and " Dickensiana," as is evidenced by the comprehensive Bibhography furnished by Mr. John P. Anderson, one of the librarians, to Mr. Marzials* Life of Dickens), which we leave on our left, and turn up Montague Street, go along Upper Montague Street, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, and reach Tavistock Square, at the upper end of which, on the east side, Gordon Place leads us into a retired spot cut off as it were from communication with the rest of this quiet neighbourhood. Three houses adjoin each other — handsome commodious houses, having stone porticos at entrance — and in the first of these, Tavistock House, Dickens lived from 185 1 until i860, with intervals at Gad's Hill Place. This beautiful house, which has eighteen rooms in it, is now the Jews' College. The drawing-room on the first floor still contains a dais at one end, and it is said that at a recent public meeting held here, three hundred and fifty people were accommodated in it, which serves to show what ample quarters Dickens had to entertain his friends. 32 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Hans Christian Andersen, who visited Dickens here in 1857, thus describes this fine mansion : — " In Tavistock Square stands Tavistock House. This and the strip of garden in front are shut out from the thorough- fare by an iron railing. A large garden with a grass-plat and high trees stretches behind the house, and gives it a countrified look, in the midst of this coal and gas steaming London. In the passage from street to garden hung pictures and engravings. Here stood a marble bust of Dickens, so like him, so youthful and handsome ; and over a bedroom door were inserted the bas-reliefs of Night and Day, after Thorwaldsen. On the first floor was a rich library, with a fireplace and a writing-table, looking out on the garden ; and here it was that in winter Dickens and his friends acted plays to the satisfaction of all parties. The kitchen was underground, and at the top of the house were the bedrooms." It appears that Andersen was wrong about the plays being acted in the " rich library," as I am informed by Mr. Charles Dickens that " the stage was in the school-room at the back of the ground-floor, with a platform built outside the window for scenic purposes." With reference to the private theatricals (or "plays," as Andersen calls them, including T/ie Frozen Deep, by Wilkie Collins, in which Dickens, the author, Mark Lemon, and others performed, and for which in the matter of the scenery " the priceless help of Stanfield had again been secured "), on a temporary difficulty arising as to the arrangements, Dickens applied to Mr. Cooke of Astley's, " who drove up in an open phaeton drawn by two white ponies with black spots all over them (evidently stencilled), who came in at the gate with a little jolt and a rattle exactly as they come into the ring when A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 33 they draw anything, and went round and round the centre bed (lilacs and evergreens) of the front court, apparently looking for the clown. A multitude of boys, who felt them to be no common ponies, rushed up in a breathless state — twined themselves like ivy about the railings, and were only deterred from storming the enclosure by the Inimitable's eye." Mr. Cooke was not, however, able to render any assistance. Mrs. Arthur Ryland of The Linthurst, near Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, who was present at Tavistock House on the occasion of the performance of The Frozen Deep, informs me that when Dickens returned to the drawing-room after the play was over, the constrained expression of face which he had assumed in presenting the character of Richard Wardour remained for some time afterwards, so strongly did he seem to realize the presentment. The other plays performed were Tom T/mmb, 1854, and The Lighthouse and Fortunus, 1855. The following copy of a play-bill — in my collection — of one of these performances is certainly worth preserving in a per- manent form, for the double reason that it is extremely rare, and contains one of Dickens's few poetical contributions. The Song of the Wreck, which was written specially for the occasion. The smallest Theatre in the World ! TAVISTOCK HOUSE. Lessee and Manager - - - Mr. Crummles. On Tuesday evening, June 19th, 1855, will be presented, at exactly eight o'clock, An entirely New and Original Domestic Melo-drama, in Two Acts, by Mr. Wilkie Collins, now first performed, called THE LIGHTHOUSE. The Scenery painted by Mr. Stanfield, R.A. 34 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Aaron Gurnock, the head Light- keeper ... ... ••• Mr. Crummles. Martin Gurnock, his son ; the second Light-keeper ... Mr. Wilkie Collins. Jacob Dale, the third Light- keeper Mr. Mark Lemon. Samuel Furley, a Pilot ... Mr. Augustus Egg, A.R.A. The Relief of Light-keepers, by Mr. Charles Dickens, Junior, Mr. Edward Hogarth, Mr. Alfred Ainger, and Mr. William Webster. The Shipwrecked Lady ... Miss Hogarth. Phoebe Miss Dickens, Who will sing a new Ballad, the music by Mr. Linley, the words by Mr. Crummies, entitled THE SONG OF THE WRECK. L " The wind blew high, the waters raved, A Ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved, Kneeled down upon the sand. Three-score were drowned, three-score were thrown Upon the black rocks wild ; And thus among them left alone. They found one helpless child. n. A Seaman rough, to shipwreck bred. Stood out from all the rest, And gently laid the lonely head Upon his honest breast. And trav'ling o'er the Desert wide, It was a solemn joy, To see them, ever side by side, The sailor and the boy. A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. III. In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst, The two were still but one, Until the strong man drooped the first. And felt his labours done. Then to a trusty friend he spake : 'Across this Desert wide, O take the poor boy for my sake ! ' And kissed the child, and died. IV. Toiling along in weary plight, Through heavy jungle-mire, These two came later every night To warm them at the fire, Until the Captain said one day : ' O seaman good and kind, To save thyself now come away And leave the boy behind ! ' V. The child was slumb'ring near the blaze : ' O Captain let him rest Until it sinks, when God's own ways Shall teach us what is best ! ' They watched the whiten'd ashey heap, They touched the child in vain, They did not leave him there asleep, He never woke again." Half an hour for Refreshment. To conclude with The Guild Amateur Company's Farce, in one act, by Mr. Crummies and Mr. Mark Lemon; Mr. NIGHTINGALE'S DIARY. 36 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Mr. Nightingale Mr. Frank Stone, A.R.A. Mr. Gabblewig, of the Middle Temple Charley Bit, a Boots Mr. Poulter, a Pedestrian and cold water drinker ... ... ... |- Mr. Crummles. Captain Blower, an invalid A Respectable Female A Deaf Sexton Tip, Mr. Gabblewig's Tiger ... | j^^ Augustus Egg, A.R.A. Christopher, a Charity Boy ... J Slap, Professionally Mr. Flormiville, a country actor ... Mr. Tickle, Inventor of the Cele- , ,^ brated Compounds \^^^- ^ark Lemon. A Virtuous Young Person in the | confidence of Maria ... ... J Lithers, Landlord of the Water-lily Mr. Wilkie Collins. Rosina, Mr. Nightingale's niece ... Miss Kate Dickens. Susan her Maid Miss Hogarth. Composer and Director of the music, Mr. Fr.ancesco Berger, who will preside at the pianoforte. Costume makers, Messrs. Nathan of Titchbourne Street, Haymarket. Perruquier, Mr. Wilson, of the Strand. Machinery and Properties by Mr. Ireland, of the Theatre Royal, Adelphi. Doors open at half-past seven. Carriages may be ordered at a quarter past eleven. It was from Tavistock House that Dickens received this startling message from a confidential servant : — " The gas-fitter says, sir, that he can't alter the fitting of your gas in your bedroom without taking up almost the olc of your bedroom floor, and pulling your room to pieces. He says of course you can have it done if you wish, and he'll do it for you and make a good job of it, but he would have to destroy your room first, and go entirely under the jistes." A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON 37 The same female, in allusion to Dickens's wardrobe, also said, "Well, sir, your clothes is all shabby, and your boots is all burst." Among the important works of Charles Dickens which were etjy^ No. 141, Bayham Street, Camden Town, •where the Dickens Family lived in 1823. wholly or partly written at Tavistock House are : — Bleak House ^ A Child's History of England^ Hard Times ^ Little Dorrity A Tale of Two Cities , The Uncommercial Traveller, and Great Expectations. All the Year Round ^2.'^ also deter- 38 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. mined upon while he Hved here, and the first number was dated 30th April, 1859. Tavistock House is the nearest point to Camden Town, interesting as being the place where, in 1823, at No. 16 (now No. 141) Bayham Street, the Dickens family resided for a short time^ on leaving Chatham. There is an exquisite sketch of the humble little house by Mr. Kitton in his Charles Dickens by Pen and Pencil^ and it is spoken of as being "in one of the then poorest parts of the London suburbs." We therefore proceed along Gordon Square, and reach Gower Street. At No. 147, Gower Street, formerly No. 4, Gower Street North, on the west side, was once the elder Mr. Dickens's establishment. The house, now occupied by Mr. Miiller, an artificial human eye-maker (" human eyes warious," says Mr. Venus), has six rooms, with kitchens in basement. The rooms are rather small, each front room having two windows, which in the case of the first floor reach from floor to ceiling. It seems to be a comfortable house, but has no garden. There is an old- fashioned brass knocker on the front door, probably the original one, and there is a dancing academy next door. (Query, Mr. Turveydrop's i*) The family of the novelist, which had removed from Bayham Street, were at this time (1823) in such indifferent circumstances that poor Mrs. Dickens had to 2 Forster (I. 14) infers that the family removed to London in 1821, but Mr. Langton considers {Childhood and Youth of Charles Dickens^ 1883, pp. 62-3), from the fact of the birth of Dickens's brother Alfred having been registered at Chatham on 3rd April, 1822, and from the further fact of there being no record of Mr. John Dickens's recall throughout this year to Somerset House, that the family did not remove to London until the winter of 1822-3, and I agree with Mr. Langton. Mr. Kitton in Charles Dickens by Pen and Pencil^ 1890, also recognizes this period as the date of the removal of the Dickens family to London. A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 39 exert herself in adding to the finances by trying to teach, and a school was opened for young children at this house, which was decorated with a brass-plate on the door, lettered MRS. Dickens's Establishment, a faint description of which occurs in the fourth chapter of Our Mutual Friend, and of its abrupt removal " for the interests of all parties." These facts, and also that of young Charles Dickens's own efforts to obtain pupils for his mother, are alluded to in a letter written by Dickens to Forster in later life : — " I left, at a great many other doors, a great many circulars calling attention to the merits of the establishment Yet nobody ever came to school, nor do I ever recollect that anybody ever proposed to come, or that the least preparation was made to receive anybody. But I know that we got on very badly with the butcher and baker ; that very often we had not too much for dinner ; and that at last my father was arrested." This period, subsequently most graphically described in Dauid Copperfield as the "blacking bottle period," was the darkest in young Charles's existence ; but happier times and brighter prospects soon came to drown the recollections of that bitter experience. Walking up Euston Road from Gower Street, we see St. Pancras Church (not the old church of " Saint Pancridge " in the Fields, by the bye, situated in the St. Pancras Road, where Mr. Jerry Cruncher and two friends went " fishing " on a memorable night, as recorded in A Tale of Two Cities, when their proceedings, and especially those of his "honoured parent," were watched by young Jerry), and proceed westward along the Marylebone Road, called the New Road in Dickens's time, past Park Crescent, Regent's Park, and do not stop until wc A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 41 reach No. i, Devonshire Terrace. This commodious double- fronted house, in which Dickens resided from 1839 to 1850, is entered at the side, and the front looks into the Marylebone Road. Maclise's beautiful sketch of the house (made in 1840), as given in Forster's Life^ shows the windows of the lower and first floor rooms as largely bowed, while over the top flat of one of the former is a protective iron-work covering, thus allowing the children to come out of their nursery on the third floor freely to enjoy the air and watch the passers-by. In the sketch Maclise has characteristically put in a shuttle- cock just over the wall, as though the little ones w^ere playing in the garden. Forster calls it "a handsome house with a garden of considerable size, shut out from the New Road by a brick wall, facing the York Gate into Regent's Park ; " and Dickens himself admitted it to be " a house of great promise (and great premium), undeniable situation, and excessive splendour." That he loved it well is shown by the passage in a letter which he addressed to Forster, " in full view of Genoa's perfect bay," when about to commence The Chimes (1844) ; he says: — "Never did I stagger so upon a threshold before. I seem as if I had plucked myself out of my proper soil when I left Devonshire Terrace, and could take root no more until I return to it. . . . Did I tell you how many fountains we have here } No matter. If they played nectar, they wouldn't please me half so well as the West Middlesex water-works at Devonshire Terrace." Mr. Jonathan Clark, who resides here, kindly shows us over the house, which contains thirteen rooms. The polished mahogany doors in the hall, and the chaste Italian marble mantel-pieces in the principal rooms, are said to have been put up by the novelist. On the ground floor, the smaller 42 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. room to the eastward of the house, with window facing north and looking into the pleasant garden where the plane trees and turf are beautifully green, is pointed out as having been his study. Mr. Benjamin Lillie, of 70, High Street, Marylebone, plumber and painter, remembers Mr. Dickens coming to Devonshire Terrace. He did a good deal of work for him while he lived there, and afterwards, when he removed to Tavistock House, including the fitting up of the library shelves and the curious counterfeit book-backs, made to conceal the backs of the doors. He also removed the fur- niture to Tavistock House, and subsequently to Gad's Hill Place. He spoke of the interest which Mr. Dickens used to take in the work generally, and said he would stand for hours with his back to the fire looking at the workmen. In the summer time he used to lie on the lawn with his pocket-hand- kerchief over his face, and when thoughts occurred to him> he would go into his study, and after making notes, would resume his position on the lawn. On the next page we give an illustration of the courteous and precise manner — not without a touch of humour — in which he issued his orders. Here it was that Dickens's favourite ravens were kept, in a stable on the south side of the garden, one of which died in 1 841, it was supposed from the effects of paint, or owing- to " a malicious butcher," who had been heard to say that he "would do for him." His death is described by Dickens in a long passage which thus concludes : — "On the clock striking twelve he appeared slightly agitated, but he soon recovered, walked twice or thrice along the coach-house> stopped to bark, staggered, exclaimed, ^ Holloa^ old girl I' (his favourite expression), and died." A PRELIMINARY TRAMP IN LONDON. 43 In an interesting letter addressed to Mr. Angus Fletcher, recently in the possession of Mr. Arthur Hailstone of /|^ ;^ hrtUyj^ Jc^ /L^ «-t^ Cc^at..^ 4.^^^<^ Manchester, Dickens further describes the event: — "Suspectful of a butcher who had been heard to threaten, I had the body opened. There were no traces of poison, and it appeared he 44 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. died of influenza. He has left considerable property, chiefly in cheese and halfpence, buried in different parts of the garden. The new raven (I have a new one, but he is com- paratively of weak intellect) administered to his effects, and turns up something every day. The last piece of bijouterie was a hammer of considerable size, supposed to have been stolen from a vindictive carpenter, who had been heard to speak darkly of vengeance down the mews." Maclise on hearing the news sent to Forster a letter, and a pen-and-ink sketch, being the famous "Apotheosis." The second raven died in 1845, probably from " having indulged the same illicit taste for putty and paint, which had been fatal to his predecessor." Dickens says : — " Voracity killed him, as it did Scott's; he died unexpectedly by the kitchen fire. He kept his eye to the last upon the meat as it roasted, and suddenly turned over on his back with a sepulchral cry of ' CtickooT^^ These ravens were of course the two " great originals " of which Grip in Darnaby Rudge \w' present quartered in Chatham Barracks, into custody, and thus prevent this duel; — I say, do not.' " Mr. Snodgrass seized his friend's hand as he enthusiastically replied, ' Not for worlds ! ' "A thrill passed over Mr. Winkle's frame, as the conviction that he had nothing to hope from his friend's fears, and that he was destined to become an animated target, rushed forcibly upon him." io6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. The state of the case having been formally explained to Mr. Snodgrass, they make arrangements, hire " a case of satisfaction pistols, with the satisfactory accompaniments of powder, ball, and caps," and " the two friends returned to their inn." The next ground which they traversed together to pursue the subject was at Fort Pitt. \Vc will follow them presently. In The Mystery of Edivin Drood there is no direct reference to the Castle itself, but the engraving of it, with the Cathedral in the background, after the pretty sketch by Mr. Luke Fildes, R.A., will ever be associated with that beautiful fragment. Another reference is contained in the preface to Nicholas Nickleby, where Dickens says : — " I cannot call to mind now how I came to hear about Yorkshire schools when I was a not very robust child, sitting in by-places near Rochester Castle, with a head full of ' Partridge,' * Strap,' ' Tom Pipes,' and ' Sancho Panza.' " A sympathetic notice of the Castle is also contained in the Seven Poor Travellers. It begins : — " Sooth to say, he [Time] did an active stroke of work in Rochester in the old days of the Romans, and the Saxons, and the Normans, and down to the times of King John, when the rugged Castle — I will not undertake to say how many hundreds of years old then — was abandoned to the centuries of weather which have so defaced the dark apertures in its walls, that the ruin looks as if the rooks and daws had picked its eyes out." And this, the most touching reference of all, occurs in " One Man in a Dockyard," contributed by Dickens'- to Household Words in 1851: — ^ This was a joint article ; the description of the works of the dockyard being by R. H. Home, and that of the fortifications and country around by Charles Dickens. ROCHESTER CASTLE. 107 " There was Rochester Castle, to begin with. I surveyed the massive ruin from the Bridge, and thought what a brief Httle practical joke I. seemed to be, in comparison with its soHdity, stature, strength, and length of life. I went inside ; and, standing in the solemn shadow of its walls, looking up at the blue sky, its only remaining roof, (to the disturbance of the crows and jackdaws who garrison the venerable fortress now,) calculated how much wall of that thick- ness I, or any other man, could build in his whole life, — say from eight years old to eighty, — and what a ridiculous result would be produced. I climbed the rugged staircase, stopping now and then to peep at great holes where the rafters and floors were once, — bare as toothless gums now, — or to enjoy glimpses of the Medway through dreary apertures like sockets without eyes ; and, looking from the Castle ramparts on the Old Cathedral, and on the crumbHng remains of the old Priory, and on the row of staid old red-brick houses where the Cathedral dignitaries live, and on the shrunken fragments of one of the old City gates, and on the old trees with their high tops below me, felt quite apologetic to the scene in general for my own juvenility and insignificance. One of the river boatmen had told me on the bridge, (as country folks do tell of such places,) that in the old times, when those buildings were in progress, a labourer's wages ' were a penny a day, and enough too.' Even as a solitary penny was to their whole cost, it appeared to me, was the utmost strength and exertion of one man towards the labour of their erection." Dickens always took his friends to the Keep of Rochester Castle. He naturally considered it as one of the sights of the old city. It was equally attractive to his friends, for a curious adventure is recorded in Forster's Life, in connection with a visit which the poet Longfellow made there in 1842, and which he recollected a quarter of a century afterwards, and recounted to Forster during a second visit, together with a curious experience in the slums of London with Dickens. The first of these adventures is thus described by Forster : — " One of them was a day at Rochester, when, met by one of lo8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. those prohibitions which are the wonder of visitors and the shame of Englishmen, we overleapt gates and barriers, and setting at defiance repeated threats of all the terrors of law, coarsely expressed to us by the custodian of the place, explored minutely the castle ruins." Plappily such a circum- stance could not now take place, for, by the present excellent regulations of the Corporation of the city of Rochester, every visitor can explore the Castle and grounds to his heart's content. On arriving at either railway station, Strood or Rochester Bridge, the Castle is the first object to claim attention. Our attention is constantly directed to it during our stay in the pleasant city ; it is a landmark when we are on the tramp ; and it is the last object to fade from our view as we regretfully take our departure. * * * * * * My fellow-tramp favours me with the following note : — The Dedication of Rochester Castle to THE Public. " I well remember the day of public rejoicing in the picturesque city of Rochester, on the occasion of the ceremony of formally presenting the old Castle and grounds to the inhabitants. I had received instructions from the manager of the Graphic newspaper to make sketches of the principal incidents in connection with the day's proceedings, and I reached my destination just in time to obtain from the authorities some idea of the nature of those proceedings. With this object in view, I made my way through the surging crowd to the Guildhall, where, in one of the Corporation rooms, I found a large assembly of local magnates in official ROCHESTER CASTLE. 109 attire, including the Mayor, who was vainly endeavouring to properly adjust his sword, an operation in which I had the honour of assisting, much to his Worship's satisfaction, I hope. " The streets of Rochester were thronged with excited people, and the houses were gaily decked with flags and bunting. When everything was ready, an imposing pro- cession was formed, and proceeded to the Castle grounds, \5^ preceded by a military band ; on arriving there, an address was read from the pagoda to an attentive audience, the subsequent proceedings being enlivened by musical strains. " It had been announced that, in the evening, the old Keep would be illuminated by the electric light, and I made a point of being present to witness the unusual sight. The night was very dark, and the ivy-clad ruin could barely be distinguished ; presently, a burst of music from the band was no A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. immediately followed by a remarkably strong beam of light, which shot into the darkness with such effect as to fairly startle those present. Then it rested on the grey walls of the huge pile, bathing in brightness the massive stones and clinging ivy, the respective colours of each being vividly apparent. But the most striking feature was yet to come. The hundreds of pigeons which inhabited the nooks and crannies of the old Keep, being considerably alarmed by this sudden illumination of their domain, flew with one accord round and round their ancient tenement, now in the full blaze of light, now lost in the inky darkness beyond, and fluttering about in a state of the utmost bewilderment. Methinks even Mr. Pickwick, had he been present in the flesh, would have been equally amazed at this remarkable spectacle." F. G. K. CHAPTER V. ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. " That same afternoon, the massive grey square tower of an old Cathedral rises before the sight of a jaded traveller. The bells are going for daily Vesper Service, and he must needs attend it, one would say, from his haste to reach the open Cathedral door. The choir are getting on their sullied white robes, in a hurry, when he arrives among them, gets on his own robe, and falls into the procession filing in to Service. Then, the Sacristan locks the iron-barred gates that divide the Sanctuary from the Chancel, and all of the procession having scuttled into their places, hide their faces ; and then the intoned words, ' When the wicked man — ' rise among the groins of arches and beams of roof, awakening muttered thunder." — Edwin Brood. The readers of Dickens are first introduced to Rochester Cathedral, in the early pages of the immortal Pickivick Papers^ by that audacious raconteur, Mr. Alfred Jingle : — "Old Cathedral too — enrthy smell — pilgrims' feet worn away the old steps — little Saxon doors — confessionals like money-takers' boxes at theatres-^queer customers those monks — Popes, and Lord Treasurers, and all sorts of old fellows, with great red faces, and broken noses, turning up every day — buff jerkins too — matchlocks — sarcophagus — fine place — old legends too — strange stories : capital." But it was through the medium of Edwin Drood, and under the masked name of Cloisterham, that all the novel- reading world beyond the "ancient city" first recognized ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 113 Rochester Cathedral — and indeed the ancient city too — as having been elevated to a degree of interest and importance far beyond that imparted to it by its own venerable history and ecclesiastical associations, numerous and varied as they are. The early portion of the story introduces us to Cloisterham in imperishable language : — "An ancient city Cloisterham, and no meet dwelling-place for any one with hankerings after the noisy world. ... A drowsy city Cloisterham, whose inhabitants seem to suppose, with an incon- sistency more strange than rare, that all its changes lie behind it, and that there are no more to come. ... In a word, a city of another and a bygone time is Cloisterham, with its hoarse cathedral bell, its hoarse rooks hovering about the cathedral tow^er, its hoarser and less distinct rooks in the stalls far beneath. . . ." The particulars in this chapter mainly relate to The Mystery of Edwin Drood, which Longfellow thought " certainly one of Dickens's most beautiful works, if not the most beautiful of all," but a few words may not be inappropriate respecting some of the principal events connected with the Cathedral. It was founded ^ A.D. 604, by Ethelbert, King of Kent, and the first bishop of the See (Bishop Justus) was ordained by Augustine, the Archbishop of the Britons. The See of Rochester is therefore, with the exception of Canterbury, at once the most ancient and also the smallest in England. The Cathedral, as well as the city, suffered from the attacks of Ethelred, King of Mercia, and in 1075, "when Arnot, a monk of Bee, came to the See, it was in a most deplorable condition." Bishop Gundulph, who succeeded him, and by whose efforts the Castle was erected, replaced the old English 1 It is interesting to record that the foundations of this Church were met with for the first time, in restoring the west front of the Cathedral, in 1889. I 114 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. church by a Norman one (1080), and made other improve- ments. The Cathedral suffered from fire in 1138 and 1179. Its great north transept was built in 1235, and the great south transept in 1240. In 1423, the parish altar of St. Nicholas, in the nave, was removed to a new Church for the citizens on the north side of the Cathedral. In 1470, the great west window was inserted. The Norman west front has a richly sculptured door of five receding arches, containing" figures of the Saviour and the twelve apostles, and statues of Henry I. and his Queen, Matilda. There are monuments in the Cathedral to St. William of Perth, a baker of that town, who was murdered near here by his servant, on his way to the Holy Land (1201), and was canonized, to Bishop Gundulph, Bishop John de Shcppey, Bishop de Merton (the founder of Merton College, Oxford), and to many others. According to Mr. Phillips Bevan, "the chapter-house is remarkable for its magnificent Decorated Door (about 1344), of which there is a fac-simile at the Crystal Palace. The figures represent the Christian and the Jewish Churches, surrounded by Fathers and Angels. The figure at the top is the pure soul for whom the angels are supposed to be praying." Various alterations and additions have been made from time to time, the last of which appears to be the central tower, which is terribly mean and inappropriate, and altogether out of place with the ancient surroundings. It was built by Cottingham in 1825. We pass, at various times, several pleasant hours in the Cathedral and its precincts, admiring the beautiful Norman work, and recalling most delightful memories of Charles Dickens and his associations therewith. Among the many friends we made at Rochester, was Mr. ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. II Syms, the respected Manager of the Gas Company, and an old resident in the city. To this gentleman we are indebted for -pocKejte'' several reminiscences of Dickens and his works. He fancies that The Mystery of Edivin Drood owed its origin to the ii6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. following strange local event that happened many years ago. A well-to-do person, a bachelor (who lived somewhere near the site of the present Savings Bank in High St., Rochester, Chatham end), was the guardian and trustee of a nephew (a minor), who was the inheritor of a large property. Business, pleasure, or a desire to seek health, took the nephew to the West Indies, from whence he returned somewhat unex- pectedly. After his return he suddenly disappeared, and was supposed to have gone another voyage, but no one ever saw or heard of him again, and the matter was soon forgotten. When, however, certain excavations were being made for some improvements or additions to the Bank, the skeleton of a young man was discovered ; and local tradition couples the circumstance with the probability of the murder of the nephew by the uncle. Mr. Syms thought that the " Crozier," which is probably a set off to the " Mitre," the orthodox hotel where Mr. Datchery put up with his " portmanteau," was probably the city coffee- house, an old hotel of the coaching days, which stood on the site now occupied by the London County Bank. " It was a hotel of a most retiring disposition," and "business was chronically slack at the ' Crozier,' " which probably accounts for its dissolution. Another suggestion is that the " Crozier " may have been "The Old Crown," a fifteenth-century house, which was pulled down in 1864. He could not identify the "Tilted Wagon," the "cool establishment on the top of a hill." It is generally admitted that "Mr. Thomas Sapsea, Auctioneer, &c.," was a compound of two originals well known in Rochester — a Mr. B. and a Mr. F., who had many of the characteristics of the quondam Mayor of Cloisterham. ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL, 117 Mr. Sapsea's house is the fine old timbercJ building opposite Eastgate House, which has been previously alluded to. The "Travellers' Twopenny" of Edwin Drood, where Deputy, alias Winks, lodged, Mr. Syms thought to have been a cheap lodging-house well known in that locality, which stood at the junction of Frog Alley and Crow Lane, originally called " The Duck," and subsequently " Kitt's Lodging-house." But, like less interesting and more impor- tant relics of the past, this has disappeared, to make way for modern improvements. It had been partly burnt down before. To satisfy ourselves, we go over the ground, which is near Mr. Franklin Homan's furniture establishment. We are reminded, in reference to Edwin Drood, that the chief tenor singer never heads the procession of choristers. That place of honour belongs to the smaller boys of the choir. An enquiry from us, as to what was the opinion of the tow^nsfolk generally respecting Dickens, elicited the reply that they thought him at times " rather masterful." We are most attentively shown over the Cathedral and its surroundings by Mr. Miles, the venerable verger. This faithful and devoted official, who began at the bottom of the ladder as a choir boy in the sacred edifice at the commence- ment of the present century, is much respected, and has recently celebrated his golden wedding. Few can therefore be more closely identified with the growth and development of its current history. Pleasant and instructive it is to hear him recount the many celebrated incidents which have marked its progress, and to see the beautiful memorials of past munificence or affection erected by friends or relatives, which he lovingly points out. It is in no perfunctory spirit, or as mere matter of routine, that he performs his office : we really ii8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. feel that he takes a deep interest in his task, which makes it a privilege to walk under his guidance through the historic building, and into its famous crypt, so especially associated with Jasper and Durdles. We enter " by a small side door, . . . descend the rugged steps, and are down in the crypt." It is very spacious, and vaulted with stone. Even by daylight, here and there, " the The Crypt, Rochester Cathedml. heavy pillars which support the roof engender masses of black shade, but between them there are lanes of light," and we walk " up and down these lanes," being strangely reminded of Durdles as we notice fragments of old broken stone orna- ments carefully laid out on boards in several places. Formerly there were altars to St. Mary and St. Catherine in the crypt or undercroft, but Mr. Wildish's local guide-book says : — "They ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 119 •seem not to have been much frequented ; consequently these saints were not very profitable to the priests." We " go up the winding staircase of the great tower, toil- somely turning and turning, and lowering [our] heads to avoid the stairs above, or the rough stone pivot around which they twist." About ninety steps bring us on to the roof of the Cathedral over the choir, and then, keeping along a passage by the parapet, we reach the belfry, and from thence go on by ladder to the bell-chamber, which contains six bells — dark — very — long ladders — trap-doors — very heavy — almost extinguish us when lowering them — more ladders from bell- chamber to roof of tower. The parapet of the tower is very high; we can just see over it when standing on a narrow ledge near the top-coping of the leaded roof There are a number of curious carved heads on the pinnacles of the tower, and the parapet, to our surprise, appears to be about the same height as the top of the Castle Keep. A panoramic view of Cloisterham presents itself to our view (alas ! not by moonlight, as in the story), " its ruined habitations and sanctu- aries of the dead at the tower's base ; its moss-softened, red-tiled roofs and red-brick houses of the living, clustered beyond." We are anxious to go round the triforium, but there is no passage through the arches ; it was closed, we are told, at the time of the restoration, about fifteen years ago, when the walls of the Cathedral were pinned for safety. The verger, on being asked, said he did not call to mind that Dickens ever went round the triforium or ascended the tower. If this is so, then much of the wonderful description of that " unaccount- able sort of expedition," in the twelfth chapter of Ediviu Drood^ must have been written from imagination. I20 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. As it is Sunday, and as the summer is nearly over, Mr. Miles, with a feeling akin to that which George Eliot has expressed regarding imperfect work : — "but God be praised, Antonio Stradivari has an eye That winces at false work and loves the true," — apologetically explains that one-half the choir are absent on leave, and perhaps we shall not have the musical portion of the service conducted with that degree of efficiency which, as visitors, we may have expected. Nevertheless we attend the afternoon service ; and Mendelssohn's glorious anthem, "If with all your hearts," appeals to us with enhanced effect, from the exquisite rendering of it by the gifted pure tenor who takes the solo, followed by the delicate harmonies of the choir, as the sound waves carry them upwards through and around the arches, and from the sublime emotions called into being by the impassioned appeal of the Hebrew prophet. We study " the fantastic carvings on the under brackets of the stall seats," and examine the lectern described as " the big brass eagle holding the sacred books upon his wings," and in imagination can almost call up the last scene described in T/te Mystery of Edwin Broody where Her Royal Highness, the Princess Puffer, " grins," and " shakes both fists at the leader of the choir," and " Deputy peeps, sharp-eyed, through the bars, and stares astounded from the thrcatcncr to the threatened," Upon being interrogated as to whether he knew Charles Dickens, our guide immediately answers with a smile — " Knew him ! yes. He came here very often, and I knew ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 121 him very well. The fact is, they want to make me out to be ' Tope.' " And indeed there appears to be such a relevancy in the association, that we frequently find ourselves addressing him as " Mr. Tope," at which he good-humouredly laughs. He further states that Dickens was frequently in Rochester, and especially so when writing Edivin Divod, and appeared to be studying the Cathedral and its surroundings very attentively. The next question we put is : — " Was there ever such a person as Durdles } " to which he replies, " Of course there was, — a drunken old German stonemason, about thirty years ago, who was always prowling about the Cathedral trying to pick up little bits of broken stone ornaments, carved heads, crockets, finials, and such like, which he carried about in a cotton handkerchief, and which may have suggested to Dickens the idea of the 'slouching' Durdles and his insepar- able dinner bundle. He used to work for a certain Squire N ." His earnings mostly went to " The Fortune of War," — now called " The Life-Boat," — the inn where he lodged. Mr. Miles does not remember the prototypes of any other " cathedraly " characters — Crisparkle and the rest — but he quite agrees with the general opinion previously referred to as to the origin of Mr. Sapsea. He considers " Deputy " (the imp-like satellite of Durdles and the " Kinfreederel ") to be decidedly a street Arab, the type of which is more common in London than in Rochester. He thinks that the fact of the rooms over the gatehouse having once been occupied by an organ-blower of the Cathedral may have prompted Dickens to make it the residence of the choir-master. He also throws out the suggestion that the discovery in 1825 of the effigy 122 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of Bishop John de Sheppey, who died in 1360, may possibly have given rise to the idea of the " old 'uns " in the crypt, the frequent object of Durdles's search, e.g. " Durdles come upon the old chap (in reference to a buried magnate of ancient time and high degree) by striking right into the coffin with his pick. The old chap gave Durdles a look with his open eyes as much as to say, ' Is your name Durdles ? Why, my man, I've been waiting for you a Devil of a time ! ' and then he turned to powder. With a two-foot rule always in his pocket, and a mason's hammer all but always in his hand, Durdles goes continually sounding and tapping all about and about the Cathedral ; and whenever he says to Tope, ' Tope, here's another old 'un in here ! ' Tope announces it to the Dean as an established discovery." On the south side of the Cathedral is the curious little terrace of old-fashioned houses, about seven in number, called " Minor Canon Row " — " a v/onderfully quaint row of red- brick tenements " (Dickens's name for it is '' Minor Canon Corner "), — chiefly occupied by the officers and others attached to the Cathedral. Here it was that Mr. Crisparkle dwelt with his mother, and where the little party was held (after the dinner at which Mr. Luke Honeythunder, with his " Curse your souls and bodies — come here and be blessed" philan- thropy, was present, and caused " a most doleful breakdown "), which included Miss Twinkleton, the Landlesses, Rosa Bud, and Edwin Drood, as shown in the illustration, *' At the Piano." The Reverend Septimus Crisparkle's mother, who is the hostess (and celebrated for her wonderful closet with stores of pickles, jams, biscuits, and cordials), is beautifully described in the story : — w 124 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " What is prettier than an old lady — except a young lady — when her eyes are bright, when her figure is trim and compact, when her face is cheerful and calm, when her dress is as the dress of a china shepherdess : so dainty in its colours, so individually assorted to herself, so neatly moulded on her? Nothing is prettier, thought the good Minor Canon frequently, when taking his seat at table opposite his long-widowed mother. Her thought at such times may be condensed into the two words that oftenest did duty together in all her conversations : ' My Sept.' " The backs of the houses have very pretty gardens, and, as evidence of the pleasant and healthy atmosphere of the locality, we notice beautiful specimens of the ilex, arbutus, euonymus, and fig, the last-named being in fruit. The wall-rue {Asplejiiuin ruta-inurarid) is found hereabout. There, too, is a Virginia creeper, but we do not observe one growing on the Cathedral walls, as described in Edwin Drood. Jack- daws fly about the tower, but there are no rooks, as also stated. Near Minor Canon Row, to the right of Boley Hill (or " Bully Hill," as it is sometimes called), is the " paved Quaker settlement," a sedate row of about a dozen houses " up in a shady corner." " Jasper's Gatehouse " of the work above mentioned is certainly an object of great interest to the lover of Dickens, as many of the remarkable scenes in Edivin Drood took place there. It is briefly described as "an old stone gate- house crossing the Close, with an arched thoroughfare passing beneath it. Through its latticed window, a fire shines out upon the fast-darkening scene, involving in shadow the pendent masses of ivy and creeper covering the building's front." There are three Gatehouses near the Cathedral, a fact which proves somewhat embarrassing to those anxious to identify the original of that so carefully described in ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 125 the story. A short description of these may not be un- interesting. (a) "College Yard Gate," " Cemetery Gate," and "Chertsey's Gate," are the respective names of what we know as "Jasper's Gatehouse." It is a picturesque stone structure, weather- boarded above the massive archway, and abuts on the High Street about a hundred yards north of the Cathedral. Some 126 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of the old houses near have recently been demolished, with the result that the Gatehouse now stands out in bold relief against the main thoroughfare of the city. No "pendent masses of ivy " or " creeper " cover it. The Gate was named " Chertsey " after Edward Chertsey, a gentleman who lived and owned property near in the time of Edward IV., and the Cathedral authorities still continue to use the old name, " Chertsey 's Gate." The place was recently the residence of the under-porter of the Cathedral, and is now occupied by poor people. There are four rooms, two below and two above. ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 127 (b) " Prior's Gate " is a castellated stone structure partly covered with ivy, standing about a hundred yards south of the Cathedral, and is not now utilized in any way. There is only one room, approached by a winding stair- case or " postern stair." The Gate was formerly used as a school for choristers, until the new building of the Choir School was opened in Minor Canon Row about three years ago. (c) The " Deanery Gatehouse " is the name of a quaint and very cosy old house, having ten rooms, some of which,, together with the staircase, are beautifully panelled ; its position is a little higher up to the eastward of the College Yard Gate, and adjoining the Cathedral, while a gateway passage under it leads to the Deanery. The house was formerly the official residence of the Hon. and Reverend Canon Hotham, who was appointed a Canon in residence in 1808, and lived here at intervals until about 1850, when the Canonry was suppressed. Of all the Gatehouses, this is the only one suitable for the residence of a person in Jasper's position, who was enabled to offer befitting hospitality to his nephew and Neville Landless. Formerly there was an entrance into the Cathedral from this house, which is now occupied by Mr. Day and his family, who kindly allowed us to inspect it. We were informed that locally it is sometimes called "Jasper's Gatehouse." The interior of the drawing- room on the upper floor presents a very strong resemblance to Mr. Luke Fildes's illustration, " On dangerous ground." Accordingly, to settle the question of identity, I wrote to Mr. Fildes, whose interesting and courteous reply to my inquiries is conclusive. Before giving it, however, I may mention that my fellow-tramp, Mr. Kitton, suggested, more 128 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. particularly with reference to another illustration in Ediuin Drood, viz., " Durdles cautions Mr. Sapsea against boasting," that, for the purposes of the story, the Prior's Gate is placed where the College Yard Gate actually stands. *' II, Melbury Road, Kensington, W. "25M October, 1890. "Dear Sir, " The background of the drawing of * Durdles cautioning Sapsea,' I believe I sketched from what you call A., i.e. The College Gate. I am almost certain it was not taken from B., the Prior's. "The room in the drawing, 'On dangerous ground,' is imaginary. ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 129 *■' I do not believe I entered any of the Gatehouses. " The resemblance you see in the drawing to the room in the Deanery Gatehouse (C.), might not be gained by actual observation of the interior. " In many instances an artist can well judge what the interior may be from studying the outside. I only throw this out to show that the artist may not have seen a thing even when a strong resemblance occurs. I am sorry to leave any doubt on the subject, though personally I feel none. " You see I never felt the necessity or propriety of being locally accurate to Rochester or its buildings. Dickens, of course, meant Rochester ; yet, at the same time, he chose to be obscure on that point, and I took my cue from him. I always thought it was one of his most artistic pieces of work ; the vague, dreamy description of the Cathedral in the opening chapter of the book. So definite in one sense, yet so locally vague. "Very faithfully yours, "Luke Fildes. "W. R. Hughes Esq." The College Yard Gate (a) must therefore be regarded as the typical Jasper's Gatehouse, but, with the usual novelist's license, some points in all three Gatehouses have been utilized for effect. So we can imagine the three friends in succession going up the "postern stair;" and, further on in the story, we can picture that mysterious " single buffer, Dick Datchery, living on his means," as a lodger in the " venerable architectural and inconvenient " official dwelling of Mr. Tope, minutely described in the eighteenth chapter of Edwin Drood, as "communicating by an upper stair with Mr. Jasper's," K I30 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. watching the unsuspecting Jasper as he goes to and from the Cathedral. Chapters twelve, fourteen, and twenty-three refer to Jasper's Gatehouse, and its proximity to the busy hum of human life, in very vivid terms, especially chapter twelve : — "Among these secluded nooks there is little stir or movement after dark. There is little enough in the high tide of the day, but there is next to none at night. Besides that, the cheerfully frequented High Street lies nearly parallel to the spot (the old Cathedral rising between the two), and is the natural channel in which the Cloister- ham traffic flows, a certain awful hush pervades the ancient pile, the cloisters, and the churchyard after dark, which not many people care to encounter. . . . One might fancy that the tide of life was stemmed by Mr. Jasper's own Gatehouse. The murmur of the tide is heard beyond ; but no wave passes the archway, over which his lamp burns red behind the curtain, as if the building were a Lighthouse. . . . " The red light burns steadily all the evening in the Lighthouse on the margin of the tide of busy life. Softened sounds and hum of traffic pass it, and flow on irregularly into the lonely precincts ; but very little else goes by save violent rushes of wind. It comes on to blow a boisterous gale. . . . John Jasper's lamp is kindled, and his Lighthouse is shining, when Mr. Datchery returns alone towards it. As mariners on a dangerous voyage, approaching an iron-bound coast, may look along the beams of the warning light to the haven lying beyond it that may never be reached, so Mr. Datchery's wistful gaze is directed to this beacon and beyond. . . ." The sensation of calm in passing suddenly out of the busy High Street of Rochester into the subdued precincts of the Cathedral, as above described, is very marked and peculiar, and must be experienced to be realized. Among the many interesting ancient buildings in "the lonely precincts " may be mentioned the old Episcopal Palace of the Bishops of Rochester. My friend Mr. George Payne, ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 131 F.S.A., Hon. Sec. of the Kent Archaeological Society, who now lives there, writes me that : — " it is impossible to say when it was first built, but it was rebuilt circa 1200, the Palace which preceded it having been destroyed by fire. Bishop Fisher was appointed to the See in 1504, and mainly resided at Rochester. The learned prelate here entertained the great Erasmus in 15 16, and Cardinal Wolsey in 1527. In 1534 Bishop Fisher left Rochester never to return, being beheaded on Tower Hill, June 22nd, 1535. The front of the Palace has been coated with rough plaster work dusted over with broken tile, but the rear walls are in their original state, being wholly composed of rag, tufa, and here and there Roman tiles. The cellars are of the most massive construction, and many of the rooms are panelled." The Monks' Vineyard of Edivin Drood exists as " The Vines," and is one of the " lungs " of Rochester, belonging to 132 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the Dean and Chapter, by whom it is liberally leased to the Corporation for a nominal consideration. It was a vineyard, or garden, in the days of the monks, and is now a fine open space, planted with trees, and has good walks and well- trimmed lawns and borders. Remains of the wall of the city, or abbey, previous to the Cathedral, constitute the northern boundary of " The Vines." There are commodious seats for the public, and it was doubtless on one of these, as represented in the illustration entited " Under the Trees," that Edwin Drood and Rosa sat, during that memorable discussion of their position and prospects, which began so childlike and ended so sadly. " ' Can't you see a happy Future ? ' For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in and the other goes away." A fine clump of old elms (seven in number), called " The Seven Sisters," stands at the east end of the Vines, nearly opposite Restoration House, and it was under these trees that the conversation took place. So curiously exact at times does the description fit in with the places, that we notice opposite Eastgate House the *' Lumps of Delight Shop," to which it will be remembered that after the discussion Rosa Bud directed Edwin Drood to take her. Dickens's last visit to Rochester was on Monday, 6th June, 1870, when he walked over from Gad's Hill Place with his dogs ; and he appears to have been noticed by several persons in the Vines, and particularly by Mr. John Sweet, as he stood leaning against the wooden palings near Restoration House, contemplating the beautiful old Manor House. These palings have since been removed, and an iron fence substituted. The object of this visit subsequently became apparent, when it 134 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. was found that, in those pages of Edwin Drood written a few hours before his death, Datchery and the Princess Puffer held that memorable conference there. " They have arrived at the entrance to the Monks' Vineyard ; an appropriate remem- brance, presenting an exemplary model for imitation, is revived in the woman's mind by the sight of the place," in allusion of course to a present of "three shillings and sixpence " which Edwin Drood gave her Royal Highness on a previous occasion to buy opium. The extensive promenade called the Esplanade (where in 1889 we saw the Regatta in which, after a series of annual defeats, Rochester maintained its supremacy}, on the east side of the river Medway, under the Castle walls, pleasantly approached from the Cathedral Close, is memorable as having been the spot described in the thirteenth chapter where Edwin and Rosa met for the last time, and mutually agreed to terminate their unfortunate and ill-assorted engagement. ** They walked on by the river. They began to speak of their separate plans. He would quicken his departure from England, and she would remain where she was, at least as long as Helena remained. The poor dear girls should have their disappointment broken to them gently, and, as the first preliminary, Miss Twinkleton should be confided in by Rosa, even in advance of the reappearance of Mr. Grewgious. It should be made clear in all quarters that she and Edwin were the best of friends. There had never been so serene an understanding between them since they were first affianced." We are anxious to identify Cloisterham Weir, frequently mentioned in Edwin Drood, but more particularly as being the place where Minor Canon Crisparkle found Edwin's watch and shirt-pin. The Weir, we are told in the novel, " is full two miles above the spot to which the young men [Edwin ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 135 and Neville] had repaired [presumably the Esplanade] to watch the storm." There is, however, no Weir nearer than Allington, at which place the tide of the Medway stops, and Allington is a considerable distance from Rochester, probably seven or eight miles. How well the good Minor Canon's propensity for " perpetually pitching himself headforemost into all the deep water in the surrounding country," and his *' pil- grimages to Cloisterham Weir in the cold rimy mornings," are brought into requisition to enable him to obtain the watch and pin. " He threw off his clothes, he plunged into the icy water, and swam for the spot — a corner of the Weir — where something glistened which did not move and come over with the glistening water drops, but remained stationary. . . . He brought the watch to the bank, swam to the Weir again, climbed it, and dived off. He knew every hole and corner of all the depths, and dived and dived and dived, until he could bear the cold no more. His notion was that he would find the body ; he only found a shirt-pin sticking in some mud and ooze." - Our failure to identify Cloisterham Weir exhibits another instance where, for the purposes of the story, an imaginary place is introduced. To Mr. William Eall is due the credit for subsequently suggesting that Snodland Brook and Snod- land Weir may have possibly been in Dickens's mind in originating Cloisterham Weir ; so we tramped over to in- spect them. Near the village, the brook (or river, for it is of respectable width) is turbid and shallow, but higher up — a mile or so — we found it clearer and deeper, and we heard from some labourers, whom we saw regaling themselves by the side of a hayrick, that a local gentleman had some years ago been in the habit of bathing in the stream all the year round. 136 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. The ancient Church of St. Nicholas (1423) is on the north side of the Cathedral. In front of it is a narrow strip of ground, enclosed with iron railings, formerly the burial-ground of the Church, but now disused, referred to in Edwin Drood as " a fragment of a burial-ground in which an unhappy sheep was grazing." In this enclosure, which is neatly kept, there arc a weeping willow at each end, and in the centre an exquisite specimen of the catalpa tree {Catalpa syriiigi- folid)y the floral ornament of the Cathedral precincts. At the time of our visit it is in perfect condition, the large cordate bright green leaves, and the massive trusses of labiate flowers of white, yellow, and purple colours (not unlike those of the Inipatiens noli-vte-tangere balsam, onl}' handsomer) are worth walking miles to see. It is a North American plant, and in ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 137 its native country sometimes grows to a height of forty feet. The specimen here described is about twenty feet high, and was planted about fifteen years ago.^ On the opposite side of the way is the old cemetery of St. Nich(5las' Church, originally part of the Castle moat, but which was converted to its present purpose about half a century ago. This quiet resting-place of the dead has intense interest for the lover of Dickens, as it was here that he desired to be buried ; and his family would certainly have carried his wishes into effect, but that the place had been closed for years and no further interments were allowed. Pending other arrangements at Shorne, an admirable suggestion was made in the Times, which speedily found favour with the nation in its great affection for him, namely, that he should rest in Westminster Abbey ; and, the Dean of Westminster promptly and wisely responding to the suggestion, it was at once carried into effect. As we pause, and look again and again at the sheltered nook in the old cemetery sanctified by his memory, and adorned by rich evergreens and other trees, among which the weeping willow and the almond are conspicuous, we quite understand and sympathize with Dickens's love for such a calm and secluded spot. The Dean and Chapter of Rochester, it will be recollected, were anxious that the great novelist's remains should be placed in or near their Cathedral, and that wish might have been gratified, except, as just explained, that the public decreed otherwise. However, the}^ sanctioned the erection, by the executors, of a brass, which enriches the wall of the 2 This was written in 1888 ; on a subsequent visit to Rochester we were sorry to find that the frost had made sad havoc with this beautiful tree. 138 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. south transept of the edifice, and which has the following inscription : — ^^^^?g»4^K{D ;* This tablet with the sanction of the Dean and Chapter is placed by'his executors The unfinished novel of Edwin Drood, which, as we have seen, is so inseparably connected with Rochester Cathedral, has been finisJied by at least half a dozen authors, probably to their own satisfaction ; but it is a hard matter to the reader to struggle through any one of them. However, there is a httle brochure in this direction which we feel may here be appropriately noticed. It is called. Watched by the Dead: A Loving Study of Charles Dickens's half- told Tale, 1887, and was written by R. A. Proctor, F.R.A.S., the Astronomer, whose untimely death from fever in America was announced after our return from our week's tramp. The author had evidently studied the matter both lovingly and attentively, and starts with the assumption that it is an example of what he calls " Dickens's favourite theme," which more than any other had a fascination for him, and was apparently regarded by him as likely to be most potent in its influence on others. It was that of " a wrong-doer watched at every turn by one of whom he has no suspicion, for whom he even entertains a feeling of contempt," and Mr. Proctor has certainly evolved a very suggestive and not improbable conclusion to the story. Instances of Dickens's favourite theme are adduced from Barnaby Rudge, where Haredalc, unsuspected, steadily waits ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 139 and watches for Rudge, till, after more than twenty years, " At last ! at last ! " he cries, as he captures his brother's murderer on the very spot where the murder had been com- mitted ; from The Old Curiosity Shop, where Sampson and Sally Brass are watched by the Marchioness — their powerless victim as they supposed, and by whom their detection is brought about ; from Nicholas Nickleby, where Ralph Nickleby is watched by Brooker ; and from Dombey and Sojt, where Dombey is watched by Carker, and he in turn is watched by good Mrs. Brown and her unhappy daughter. Instances of this kind also appear in David Copperfield, Bleak House, and Little Dorrit. Reasoning from similar data, Mr. Proctor concludes that Jasper was watched by Edwin Drood in the person of Datchery, and thus he was to have been tracked remorse- lessly '* to his death by the man whom he supposed he had slain." The denouement as regards the other characters seems also not improbable. Rosa Bud was to have married Lieu- tenant Tartar, and Crisparkle, Helena Landless. Neville was to have died, but not before he had learned to understand the change which Edwin's character had undergone. As to Edwin Drood himself, " purified by trial, strengthened though saddened by his love for Rosa, Edwin would have been one of those characters Dickens loved to draw — a character entirely changed from a once careless, almost trivial self, to depth and earnestness. " All were to join in changing the ways of dear old Grewgious from the sadness and loneliness of the earlier scenes " in the story, " to the warmth and light of that kindly domestic life for which, angular though he thought himself, his true and genial nature fitted him so thoroughly." This attempt to solve The Mystery of Edwin I40 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Drood will amply repay perusal. It was probably one of the last works of this very able and versatile author. It is right to state that Mr. Luke Fildes, R.A., the illustrator of The Mystery of Edwin Drood, with whom we have had the pleasure of an interview, entirely rejects this theory. He does not favour the idea that Datchery is Edwin Drood ; his opinion is that the ingenuous and kind-hearted Edwin, had he been living, would never have allowed his friend Neville to continue so long under the grave suspicion of murder. Nay more : he is convinced that Dickens in- tended that Edwin Drood should be killed by his uncle ; and this opinion is supported by the fact of the introduction of a " large black scarf of strong close-woven silk," which Jasper wears for the first time in the fourteenth chapter of the story, and which was likely to have been the means of death, /. e. by strangulation. Mr. Fildes said that Dickens seemed much surprised when he called his attention to this change of dress — very noticeable and embarrassing to an artist who had studied the character — and appeared as though he had unin- tentionally disclosed the secret. He further stated that it was Dickens's intention to take him to a condemned cell in Maidstone or some other gaol, in order " that he might make a drawing," " and," said Dickens, " do something better than Cruikshank ; " in allusion, of course, to the famous drawing of " Fagin in the condemned cell." ** Surely this," remarked our informant, "points to our witnessing the condemned culprit Jasper in his cell before he met his fate. " "^ Mr. Fildes spoke with enthusiasm of the very great kindness 3 Mr. Charles Dickens informs me that Mr. Fildes is right, and that Edwin Drood was dead. His (Mr. Dickens's) father told him so himself. ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 141 and consideration which he received from Dickens, and the pains he took to introduce his young friend to the visitors at Gad's Hill, and in London at Hyde Park Place, who were his seniors. He was under an engagement to visit Dickens, — had his portmanteau packed in fact, almost ready to start on his journey — when he saw to his amazement the announcement of his death in the newspapers — and it was a very great shock to him. Not long afterwards, Mr. Fildes said, the family, with much kind thoughtfulness, renewed the invitation to him to stay a few days at Gad's Hill Place, and during that time he made the imperishable drawing of " The Empty Chair." Bearing in mind the above circumstances coming from so high an authority, a missing link has been supplied, but — The Mystery of Edivin Drood is still unsolved ! CHAPTER VI. RICHARD WATTS'S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. " Strictly speaking, there were only six Poor Travellers ; but being a Traveller myself, though an idle one, and being withal as poor as I hope to be, I brought the number up to seven. ... I, for one, am so divided this night between fact and fiction, that I scarce know which is which.'' — The Seven Poor Travellers. The most unique Chanty ever described in fiction, or founded on fact, well deserves a few pages to be devoted to a record of its interesting history and present position. We therefore occupy a short time in examining it on Thursday morning, before our visit to the Marshes. Except for The Seven Poor Travellers, which was the title of the Christmas Number of Household Words issued in 1854, it is possible that few beyond "the ancient city" would ever have heard, or indeed have cared to hear, anything about the Worshipful Master Richard Watts or his famous Charity ; now, as all the world knows, it is a veritable "household word " to readers and admirers of Dickens. In the narrative, he, as the first Traveller, is supposed to have visited Rochester, and passed the evening with the six Poor Travellers, and thus to have made the seventh. After hearing the story of the Charity " from the decent body of a wholesome matronly presence" (this was Mrs. Cackett, a former matron, who is said 142 RICHARD WATTS' S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 143 to have been very much astonished at her appearance in the drama of The Seven Poor Travellers, which she subsequently witnessed at the Rochester Theatre), he obtains permission to treat the Travellers to a hot supper. The inn at which the first Traveller stayed was doubtless our old acquaintance, the Bull, " where the window of his adjoining bedroom looked down into the Inn yard, just where the lights of the kitchen 144 A WEEK'S TRAMP JN DICKENS-LAND. redden a massive fragment of the Castle wall." Here was brewed the " wassail " contained in the " brown beauty," the *' turkey" and **beef" roasted, and the "plum-pudding" boiled. As Mr. Robert Langton says, " the account of the treat to the poor Travellers is of course wholly fictitious, although it is accepted as sober truth by many people, both in Rochester and elsewhere." It is not our purpose to criticize the seven pretty stories which make up this Christmas Number, part of the first of which only relates to Watts's Charity ; but we will venture to affirm that the concluding portion of that story, referring to " Richard Doubledick," " who was a Poor Traveller with not a farthing in his pocket, and who came limping down on foot to this town of Chatham," is one of the most touching instances of Christian forgiveness ever recorded, and hardened indeed must he be who reads it with dry eyes. To what extent Dickens himself was affected by this beau- tiful tale, is shown by the following extract from a letter addressed by him, on 22nd December, 1854, to the late Mr. Arthur Ryland, formerly Mayor of Birmingham, now treasured by his widow, Mrs. Arthur Ryland, who kindly allowed a copy to be taken : — " What you write with so much heartiness of my first Poor Traveller is quite delightful to me. The idea of that little story obtained such strong possession of me when it came into my head, that it cost me more time and tears than most people would consider likely. The response it meets with is payment for anything." It is also interesting to record that many years afterwards Mr. Ryland read this story at one of the Christmas gatherings of the Birmingham and Midland Institute, and subsequently RICHARD WATTS' S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 145 received from an unknown correspondent — Sergeant A , of the io6th Light Infantry, then stationed at Umballa, East Indies, who had noticed an account of the reading in a news- paper — a letter under date of 15th July, 1870, asking to be favoured with a copy of the story ; " for," said the writer, "we have just started a Penny Reading Society (if I may call it so), and I'm sure that story would be the means of reclaiming many men from their vices — I mean drinking and low company." The story was of course sent, and Mr. Ryland subsequently communicated the circumstances to the present Mr. Charles Dickens, who replied — " I wish my dear father could have seen the sergeant's letter ; it w^ould have pleased him, I am sure." As we proceed along the High Street, on the north side towards Chatham, a walk of only a few yards from the Bull brings us to a curious Tudor stone-built house of two stories, with latticed windows and three-pointed gables. Under a lamp in the centre, which is over the " quaint old door " — the door-sill itself being (as is usual with some old houses) a little below the street, so that we drop by a step or two into the entrance-hall— is a tablet containing the following inscription : — (CENTRE.) Richard Watts, Esquire, by his Will dated 22nd August, 1579, founded this Charity for Six Poor Travellers, who, not being Rogues or Proctors, May receive gratis for one Night Lodging, Entertainment, and Fourpence each. 14^ A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " In testimony of his munificence, in honour of his memory, and inducement to his example, the Charitable Trustees of this City and Borough have caused this stone to be renewed and inscribed, A.D. 1865." And on the left and right-hand sides respectively of the preceding appear smaller tablets, with the following inscrip- tions : — (left.) (right.) The Charitable Trustees Pagitt I Ar??2s. J Somers of this City and ^^^r^ Borough appointed Thomas Pagitt, by the Tord High second husband of Chancellor, Mary, Daughter of 16 December, 1836, Thomas Somers are to see of Halstow, this Charity Widow of Richard Watts, executed. Deceased A.D. 1599. We enter the old-fashioned little parlour, or office, on the left-hand side, "warm in winter and cool in summer. It has a look of homely welcome and soothing rest. It has a remarkably cosy fireside, the very blink of which, gleaming out into the street upon a winter's night, is enough to warm all Rochester's heart." The matron receives us politely, and shows us two large books of foolscap size with ruled columns, one of these containing a record of the visitors to the Charity, and the other a list of the recipients thereof. A little pleasantry is caused by one of us entering his name in the wrong book, but this mistake is promptly rectified by the matron, who informs us that we arc scarcely objects for relief RICHARD WATTS' S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 147 as " Poor Travellers." She then kindly repeats to us the two legends respecting the origin of the Charity, the first of which is tolerably well known, but the other is less familiar. Before recording these, it may be well to give an extract from the will of Master Richard Watts (a very curious and lengthy document), which was industriously hunted up by the late Mr. Charles BuUard, author of the Romajice of Rochester^ and by him contributed to the Rochester and ChatJiam Journal, of which it fills a whole column. The will (dated, as previously stated, August 22nd, 1579) directs, inter alia^ that " First the Alms-house already erected and standing beside the Markett Crosse, within the Citty of Rochester aforesaid, which Almshouses my Will Purpose and Desire is that there be reedified added and provided with such Roomes as be there already provided Six Severall Roomes with Chimneys for the Comfort placeing and abide- ing of the Poore within the said Citty, and alsoe to be made apt and convenient places therein for Six good Matrices or Fleck Bedds and other good and sufficient Furniture to harbour or lodge in poore' Travellers or Wayfareing Men being noe Common Rogues nor Proctors, and they the said Wayfareing Men to harbour and lodge therein noe longer than one Night unlesse Sickness be the farther Cause thereof and those poore Folkes there dwelling shall keepe the House sweete make the Bedds see to the Furniture keepe the same sweete and courteously intreate the said poore Travellers and to every of the said poore Travellers att their first come- ing in to have fourpence and they shall warme them at the Fire of the Residents within the said House if Need be." The reason for the exception in the testator's will as regards rogues is sufficiently obvious, and therefore all the 148 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. point of this singular bequest lies in the word " Proctors." Who were they ? One of the legends has it that the obsolete word " Proctors " referred to certain sturdy mendicants who swarmed in the south of England, and went about extracting money from the charitable public under the pretence of collecting *' Peter's Pence " for the Pope ; or, as the compiler of Murray's Handbook to the Coimty of Kent suggests, '* were probably the bearers of licences to collect alms for hos- pitals," etc. Possibly the worthy Master Richard Watts objected to the levying of this blackmail ; or he may in his walks have been subjected to the proctors' importunities, and consequently in his will rigorously debarred them in all futurity from any share in his Charity. The other legend is that Master Watts, being grievously sick and sore to die, sent for his lawyer, who in those days acted as proctor as well, — Steerforth in David Copperfield calls the proctor "a monkish kind of attorney," — and bade him prepare his will according to certain instructions. The will was made, but not in the manner directed, and subse- quently, on the testator regaining his health, he discovered the fraud which the crafty lawyer or proctor had tried to perpetrate — which was, in fact, to make himself the sole legatee. In his just indignation he made another will, and in it for ever excluded the fraternity of proctors from benefit- ing thereby. The reader is at liberty to accept whichever of the two legends he chooses. It is right to say that Mr. Roach Smith utterly rejects the second story. He says proctors were simply rogues, although some of them may have been licensed. The following is a foot-note to Fisher's History and Antiquities of Rochester and its Environs, MDCCLXXII. I50 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " It is generally thought that the reason of Mr. Watts's excluding proctors from the benefit of the Charity, was that a proctor had been employed to make his will, whereby he had given all the estates to himself; but I am inclined to believe that the word proctor is derived from procurator, who was an itinerant priest, and had dispensations from the Pope to absolve the subjects of this realm from the oath of allegi- ance to Queen Elizabeth, in whose reign there were many such priests." When the identity of Miss Adelaide Anne Procter, the gifted author of the pure and pathetic Legends and Lyrics (who had been an anonymous contributor to Household Words for some time under the 7iom de plume of '' Mary Berwick "), became known to Charles Dickens, he sent her a charming and kindly letter of congratulation and appreci- ation, dated 17th December, 1854 (just at the time that the Christmas stories of the Seven Poor Travellers were pub- lished), which thus concludes : — " You have given me so much pleasure, and have made me shed so many tears, that I can only think of you now in association with the sentiment and grace of your verses. Pray accept the blessing and forgiveness of Richard Watts, though I am afraid yon come 7inder both his conditions of exclusion^ We are informed that the original bequest of the testator was only £2,6 i6s. 8d. per annum, being the rent of land ; but now, owing to the improved letting of the land, for building and other purposes, the Revenues of the Charity are upwards of ;{^4,000 per annum. The " fourpence " of the foundation would be equal to some three shillings and four- pence of our money. The trustees, about sixteen in number, RICHARD WATTS' S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 151 — one of whom has filled the office for fifty years — have very wisely and prudently obtained an extension of their powers ; and the Court of Chancery have twice (in 1855 and 1886) sanctioned schemes for the administration of the funds, which have largely benefited Rochester in many ways. As witness^" of this, there are a series of excellent almshouses on the Maidstone Road (which cost about ^6,000), with appropriate entrance-gates and gardens, endowed for the support and maintenance of townsmen and townswomen. We subsequently go into several of the rooms, all beautifully clean, and in most cases tastefully decorated by the inmates with a few pictures, prints, and flowers, and find that the present occupants are ten almsmen and six women. We have a chat with one of the almsmen, — a hearty old man, once the beadle of St. Margaret's Church, — who rejoices in the name of Peter Weller, and whom we find to be well up in his Pickwick. There are a resident head-nurse and 152 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. three other resident nurses in the establishment, who occa- sionally go out to nurse the sick in the city. In addition to these almshouses, a handsome new hospital has been erected in the New Road, and partly endowed (;f i,ooo a year) out of the funds. Contributions are also made annually from the same source towards the support of the Public Baths,, and for apprenticing deserving lads. Such is the development of this remarkable Charity. The matron calls our attention to many interesting names in the Visitors' book. Under date of the nth May, 1854, are the signatures, in good bold writing, of Charles Dickens and Mark Lemon ; and in subsequent entries, extending over many years, appear the names of Wilkie Collins, W. H. Wills^ W. G. Wills, Walter Besant, Thomas Adolphus Trollope, J. Henry Shorthouse, Augustus J. C. Hare, and other well- known litterateurs. As usual, there are also numerous names of Americans, including those of Miss Mary Anderson and party. There are many curious remarks recorded in this book^ such as an entry dated 26th June, 1857, which says: — " Tossed by, and out of the Bull with a crumpled horn, as no one would lend me five shillings, therefore obliged to solicit the benefit of this excellent charity." There is an admirable testimony in Latin, by the late Bishop of Lincoln, Dr. Wordsworth, to the usefulness of the institution, which, dated 23rd August, 1883, is as follows: — '' Esto perpetiia obstantibus Caritatis Commissionariisy His Lordship's remark was probably in allusion to the fact that the Charity Com- missioners were (as we were afterwards informed) inclined, some time ago, to abolish the Charity, but this proceeding was stoutly and successfully resisted by the trustees. But RICHARD WATTS'S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 153 the most gratifying records which we see in the book consist of several entries by recipients of the Charity themselves, who have subsequently come again after prosperous times in the capacity of visitors, and thus testified to the benefits received. Here is one : — " Having once enjoyed the Charity, I wish it a long life." A clerk has the responsibility of making a careful selection of six from the number of applicants, and this appears to be no light task, inasmuch as the "prescribed number of Poor 154 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Travellers are forthcoming every night from year's end to year's end," and sometimes amount to fifty in a day. In selecting the persons to be admitted, care is taken that, unless under special circumstances, the same person be not admitted for more than one night, and in no case for more than two consecutive nights. A glance over the register shows that the names include almost all trades and occupa- RICHARD WATTS S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 155 tions ; and, as regards the fact of a great many coming from Kentish towns, Dartford, Greenwich, Canterbury, Maidstone, etc., we are informed, in reply to our enquiry, that this is no criterion of the real residence, because the place where the traveller last lodged is always entered. The matron told us a story of a clever attempt to obtain admission by a Poor Traveller "with a tin whistle and very gentlemanly hands," who subsequently turned out to be a reporter from the EcJio, in which paper there afterwards appeared an account of the Charity, called On Tramp by an Amateur. We are shown over the premises — scrupulously neat and clean — and observe that there are excellent lavatories with foot-pans, and a pair of slippers provided for each recipient. We afterwards see the six Poor Travellers who have had their supper, and are comfortably smoking their pipes in a snug room, and we have a pleasant and interesting chat with them. They are much above the condition of ordinary tramps, and are lodged in six separate bedrooms, or " dormitories " which open out of a gallery at the back part of the building, a very curious structure, remaining just as it was in the days of Queen Elizabeth. For supper, each man is allowed half a pound of cooked meat, a pound of bread, and half-a- pint of porter, and receives fourpence in money on leaving. It is right to state that we heard complaints in the city relating to the evil effects of a number of poor travellers being attracted to the Charity daily, when but a few can obtain relief. Respecting the Worshipful Master Richard Watts himself very little is known, except that he was appointed by Queen Elizabeth in 1560 to be the surveyor and clerk of the works for the building of Upnor Castle ; that he was paymaster to 156 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the Wardens of Rochester Bridge for some years previously ; that he was recorder of Rochester, and represented the city in Parhament from 1563 to 1571, and that he resided at " Satis House," which stood on the site of the modern resi- dence bearing the same name, now occupied by Mrs. Booth, a Httle to the south of the Cathedral, but which must not, however, be confounded with the Satis House of Great Expectations, this latter, as has been previously explained, Satis House. being identical with Restoration House, in Crow Lane. When Queen Elizabeth visited Rochester in 1573, Watts had the honour of entertaining Her Majesty there, on the last day of her residence in " the ancient city " ; and to his ex- pressions of regret at having no better accommodation to offer, the Queen was pleased generously to reply, " Satis," by which name the house has ever since been known. Estella, in Great Expectations^ gives another view of the origin of the RICHARD WATTS' S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 157 name. She says : — " Its other name was Satis ; which is Greek, or Latin, or Hebrew, or all three — or all one to me — for enough : but it meant more than it said. It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house, could want nothing else. They must have been easily satisfied in those Watts's Monument in Rochester Cathedral. Over the Memorial Brass of Charles Dickens. days, 1 should think." Archbishop Longley was born there in 1794. There is a monument to the proctor-hating philanthropist on the wall of the south transept of the Cathedral over the brass to Charles Dickens, surmounted by a very curious 158 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. painted marble half-figure effigy with flowing beard, of " worthy Master Richard starting out of it, like a ship's figure- head." Underneath is the following epitaph : — Sacred to the Memory of Pdtitri) cEatts, (Esq., a principal Benefactor to this City, who departed this life Sept. lo, 1579, at his Mansion house on Bully Hill, called Satis (so named by Q. Elizabeth cf glorious memory), and lies interr'd near this place, as by his Will doth plainly appear. By which Will, dated Aug. 22, and proved Sep. 25, 1579, he founded an Almshouse for the relief of poor people and for the reception of six poor Travelers every night, and for imploying the poor of this City. The Mayor and Citizens of this City, in testimony of their Gratitude and his Merit, have erected this Monument, a.d. 1736. Richard Watts, Esq., then Mayor. Over and over again, in the various roads and lanes which we traverse, in the county famous for " apples, cherries, hops, and women," we have ample opportunities of verifying the experience of Dickens, and indeed of many other observers (including David Copperfield, who met numbers of " ferocious- looking ruflfians"), as to the prevalence of tramps, not all of whom appear eligible as recipients of Watts's Charity ! Our fraternity seems to be ubiquitous, and had we the purse of Fortunatus, it would hardly Fuffice to satisfy their require- ments. What a wonderfully thoughtful, descriptive, and RICHARD WATTS' S CHARITY, ROCHESTER. 159 exhaustive chapter is that on " Tramps " in The Uncommercial Traveller I We believe Rochester and Strood Hill must have been in Dickens's mind when he penned it. Every species and every variety of tramp is herein described, — The surly Tramp, The slinking Tramp, The well-spoken young-man Tramp, The John Anderson Tramp, Squire Pouncerby's Tramp, The show Tramp, The educated Tramp, The tramping Soldier, The tramping Sailor, The Tramp handicraft man, Clock-mending Tramps, Harvest Tramps,, Hopping Tramps and Spectator Tramps — but perhaps the most amusing of all is the following: — " The young fellows who trudge along barefoot, five or six together, their boots slung over their shoulders, their shabby bundles under their arms, their sticks newly cut from some roadside wood, are not eminently prepossessing, but are much less objectionable. There is a tramp-fellowship among them. They pick one another up at resting stations, and go on in companies. They always go at a fast swing — though they generally limp too — and there is invariably one of the company who has much ado to keep up with the rest. They generally talk about horses, and any other means of locomotion than walking : or, one of the company relates some recent experiences of the road — which are always disputes and difficulties. As for example. So as I'm a standing at the pump in the market, blest if there don't come up a Beadle, and he ses, ' Mustn't stand here,' he ses. ' Why not ? ' I ses. ' No beggars allowed in this town,' he ses. ' Who's a beggar?' I ses. 'You are,' he ses. 'Who ever see me beg? Did you ? ' I ses. ' Then you're a tramp,' he ses. ' I'd rather be that than a Beadle,' I ses. (The company express great approval.) ' Would you ? ' he ses to me. ' Yes, I would,' I ses to him. ' Well,' he ses, 'anyhow, get out of this town.' 'Why, blow your little town !' I ses, 'who wants to be in it? Wot does your dirty little town mean by comin' and stickin' itself in the road to anywhere ? Why don't you get a shovel and a barrer, and clear your town out o' people's way ? ' (The company expressing the highest approval and laughing aloud, they all go down the hill.) " i6o A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. It is worthy of consideration, and it is probably more than a mere coincidence, to observe that some of the reforms which have been effected in the management of the now munificent revenues of Richard Watts's Charity were in- stigated as a sequence to the appearance of Dickens's imperishable stories, published under the title of T/ie Seven Poor Travellers. The Rev. Robert Whiston, with whom we chatted on the subject, is of opinion that the late Lord Brougham is entitled to the credit for reforms in this and other charities. CHAPTER VII. AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. " It was just large enough, and no more ; was as pretty within as it was without, and was perfectly arranged and comfortable." — Little Dorrit. *' This has been a happy home. ... I love it. . . ." — The Cricket on the Hearth. A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN day was Saturday, the twenty- fifth of August, 1888, a day remarkable, as were many of the closing days of the summer of that year, for its bright, sunny, and cheerful nature. The sky was a deep blue — usually described as an Italian sky — broken only by a few fleecy, cumulus clouds, which served to bring out more clearly the rich colour of the background. There was a fine bracing air coming from the north-west, for which the county of Kent is famous. Truly an enjoyable day for a holiday ! and one that Dickens himself would have loved to describe. So after a desultory stroll about the streets of Rochester, one of many delightful strolls, we make our first outward tramp, and that of course to Gad's Hill. By the way, much attention has been devoted to the consideration of the derivation of the name, " Gad's Hill." It is no doubt a corruption of " God's Hill," of which there are two so-called places in the county, 161 M 1 62 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. and there is also a veritable " God's Hill " a little further south, in the Isle of Wight. Crossing Rochester Bridge, we enter the busy town of Strood, pass through its long thoroughfare, go up the Dover Road, — which was the ancient Roman military road after- wards called Watling Street, until a little above Strood it turned slightly to the left, passing through what is now Cobham Park, — and leave the windmill on Broomhill to the right. The ground rises gently, the chalk formation being Rochester from .>irooa Hiii. exposed here and there in disused pits. A portion of the road higher up is cut through the Thanet sands, which rest on the chalk. Again and again we stop, and turn to admire the winding valley of the Mcdway. As we get more into the country and leave the town behind, we find the roadsides still decked with summer flowers, notably the fine dark blue Canterbury bell — the nettle-leaved Campanula {Campanula Trachelium) — and the exquisite light-blue chicory {Cichoriuni Intybiis) ; but the flowers of the latter are so evanescent that, when gathered, they fade in an hour or two. This beautiful AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 163 Starlike-blossomed plant is abundant in many parts of Kent. We pass on the right the pretty high-standing grounds of Mr. Hulkes at the " Little Hermitage," and notice the obelisk further to the right on still higher land, erected about fifty years ago to the memory of Charles Larkin (a name very suggestive of " the eldest Miss I.arkins ") of Rochester, — " a parish orator and borough Hampden " — by his grateful fellow-citizens. A walk of less than three miles brings us to the '' Sir John Falstaff" — "a delightfully old-fashioned roadside inn of the coaching days, v/hich stands on the north side of the road a little below ' Gad's Hill Place,' and which no man possessed of a penny was ever known to pass in warm weather." Mr. Kitton relates in Dickensiarta the following amusing story of a former waiter at the " Falstaff" : — " A few days after Dickens's death, an Englishman, deeply grieved at the event, made a sort of pilgrimage to Gad's Hill — to the home of the great novelist. He went into the famous ' Sir John Falstafif Inn ' near at hand, and in the effusiveness of his honest emotions, he could not avoid taking the country waiter into his confidence. " ' A great loss this of Mr. Dickens,' said the pilgrim. " * A very great loss to us, sir,' replied the waiter, shaking his head ; ' he had all his ale sent in from this house ! ' " One of the two lime-trees only remains, but the well and bucket — as recorded by the Uncommercial Traveller in the chapter on "Tramps" — are there still, surrounded by a protective fence. We have but little time to notice the " Falstaff," for our admiring gaze is. presently fixed on Gad's Hill Place itself, the house in which Dickens resided happily — albeit trouble y AN AFTERNOON AT GAUS HILL PLACE. 165 came to him as to most men — from the year 1856 till his death in 1870. Everybody knows the story of how, as a little boy, he cherished the idea of one day living in this house, and how that idea was gratified in after-life. It is from the Uncommercial Traveller, in the chapter on "Travelling Abroad," and the repetition is never stale. He says : — " So smooth was the old high road, and so fresh were the horses, and so fast went I, that it was midway between Gravesend and Rochester, and the widening river was bearing the ships, white-sailed or black-smoked, out to sea, when I noticed by the wayside a very queer small boy. " ' Holloa ! ' said I to the very queer small boy, ' where do you live ? ' " 'At Chatham,' says he. " ' What do you do there ? ' says I. " ' I go to school,' says he. " I took him up in a moment, and we went on. Presently, the very queer small boy says, ' This is Gad's Hill we are coming to, where Falstaff went out to rob those travellers, and ran away.' " 'You know something about Falstaff, eh?' said I. " ' All about him,' said the very queer small boy. ' I am old (I am nine), and I read all sorts of books. But do let us stop at the top of the hil), and look at the house there, if you please ! ' " ' You admire that house ? ' said I. " ' Bless you, sir,' said the very queer small boy, ' when I was not more than half as old as nine, it used to be a treat for me to be brought to look at it. And now, I am nine, I come by myself to look at it. And ever since I can recollect, my father, seeing me so fond of it, has often said to me, ' If you were to be very per- severing, and were to work hard, you might some day come to live in it.' Though that's impossible ! ' said the very queer small boy, drawing a low breath, and now staring at the house out of window with all his might. " I was rather amazed to be told this by the very queer small boy ; for that house happens to be m' house, and I have reason to believe that what he said was true." AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 167 Mrs. Lynn Linton, the celebrated novelist, who resided at Gad's Hill as a child, has very kindly given us her personal recollections of it sixty years ago, and of the interesting circumstances under which Charles Dickens subsequently purchased the property ; — which will be found at the end of this chapter. Before seeking permission to enter the grounds of Gad's Hill Place, which are surrounded by a high wall, and screened externally by a row of well-topped lime-trees, we retrace our steps for a few minutes, in order to refresh ourselves with a homely luncheon, and what Mr. Richard Swiveller would call a " modest quencher," at the Sir John Falstaff. It may be certain that not much time is consumed in this operation. We then take a good look at the remarkable house opposite, the object of our pilgrimage, which has been made well known by countless photographs and engravings. It is a comfortable, but a not very attractive-looking red-brick house of two stories, with porch at entrance, partly covered with ivy. AH the front windows, with the exception of the central ones, are bayed, and there are dormer windows in the roof, which is surmounted by a bell-turret and vane. . What a strange fascination it has for admirers of Dickens when seen for the first time ! According to Forster, in his Life of the novelist, the house was built in 1780 by a well-known local character named James Stevens, who rose to a good position. He was the father-in-law of the late Professor Henslow, the Botanist, of Cambridge. Dickens paid for it the sum of £1,7(^0, and the purchase was completed on Friday, 14th March, 1856. The present owner is Major Austin F. Budden,^ of the 12th Kent ^ Since this was written. Gad's Hill Place has been purchased by the Hon. F. G. Latham. Major Budden has resigned his commission i68 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Artillery Volunteers, who, we find, in the course of subse- quent conversation, had also done good municipal service, having filled the office of Mayor of Rochester for two years, — from 1879 to 1 88 1, — and that he was elected at the early age of twenty-eight. We ring the bell at the gate which shuts the house out from view, and are promptly answered by a pleasant-speaking housemaid, who takes our cards on a salver, and ushers us into the library. We are requested to enter our names in the visitors' book, and this is done with alacrity. We are under the impression that we shall only be allowed to see the hall and study, a privilege allowed to any visitor on presentation of a card ; but fortunately for us the courteous owner appears, and says that, as he has half an hour to spare, he will show us entirely over the house. He is better than his word, and we, delighted with the prospect, commence our inspection of the late home of the great novelist with feelings of singular pleasure, which are altogether a new sensation. Do any readers remember, when perusing the Waverley novels in their youth, a certain longing (as the height of their am- bition, possibly gratified in after-life) to see Abbotsford, the home of the ** Wizard of the North " } That is a feeling akin to the one which possesses us on the present occasion, a feeling of veneration almost amounting to awe as we recall, locally, and now holds a commission in the Limerick City Artillery Militia. It is very pleasant to place on record that in subsequent visits to " Dickens-Land " I was always received with friendly kindness by Major and Mrs. Buddan, whose hospitality I often enjoyed. Their enthusiasm for the late owner of Gad's Hill Place, and their willingness to show every part of their beautiful residence to iny one specially interested, was most gratifying to a lover of Dickens. Like the novelist, Mrs. Budden is fond of private theatricals, and has published a little book on Mrs. yarley's Wax'- Works and How to Use Them. AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 169 and seem to realize, not only the presence of Charles Dickens himself, but of the many eminent literary, artistic, and his- trionic characters — his contemporaries — who assembled here, and shared the hospitality of the distinguished owner. " Dickens penetrates here — where does not his genial sunshine penetrate ? " Turning over the leaves of the visitors' book, Major Budden calls our attention to the signatures of Americans, who constitute by far the majority of visitors. Among the more recent appears the name of that accomplished actress, Miss Mary Anderson — herself a great admirer of Charles Dickens — who came accompanied by a party of friends. We also found her name, with the same party, in the visitors' book at Richard Watts's Charity in Rochester. Major Budden spoke also of the great enthusiasm always exhibited by our Ameri- can friends in regard to Dickens, some of whom had told him more than once that it was the custom to instruct their children in a know^ledge of his works : they read them, in fact, in the schools. The library, or study, is a very cosy little room, made famous by Mr. Luke Fildes's picture of " The Empty Chair." It is situated on the west side of the porch, looking to the front, \vith the shrubbery in the distance ; and among the most conspicuous objects contained in it are the curious counter- feit book-backs devised by Dickens and his friends, and arranged as shelves to fit the door of the room. They number nearly eighty, and a selection is given below of a few of the quaintest titles, viz. : — The Quarrelly Review. 4 vols. King Henry the Eighth's Evidences of Christianity. 5 vols. Noah's Arkitecture. 2 vols. AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 171 Chickweed. Groundsel (by the Author of Chickweed). Cockatoo on Perch. History of a Short Chancery Suit. 21 vols. Cats' Lives. 9 vols. Hansard's Guide to Refreshing Sleep (many volumes). The Wisdom of our Ancestors — I. Ignorance. H. Super- stition. HI. The Block. IV. The Stake. V. The Rack. VI. Dirt. VII. Disease. Several of the titles were used for a similar purpose at Tavistock House, London — Dickens's former residence. We cannot help, as we sit down quietly for a few minutes, wondering how much of Little Dorrit, Hunted Down^ A Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations, The Uncommercial Traveller, Our Mntual Friend, and TJie Mystery of Edwin Drood (which were all issued between 1856 and 1870) was written in this famous room, to say nothing of those heaps of exquisite letters which so helped, cheered, interested, or amused many a correspondent, and have delighted the public since. In the hall, which has the famous parquet floor laid down by Dickens, is still hanging the framed illumination, artist- ically executed by Owen Jones, and placed there immediately after Dickens became the " Kentish freeholder on his native heath" as he called it. It is as follows : — This House, Gad's Hill Place, jtands on the summit of Shakespeare's Gad's Hill, ever memorable for its association with Sir John Falstafif, in his noble fancy. 172 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. "But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning by four o'clock early at Gad's Hill. There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat Counterfeit Book-backs on Study Door, purses ; I have vizards for you all ; you have horses for yourselves." ^ '-* It has been suggested that the lines above quoted might give one the impression that they are those of Falstafif. This, of course, is not the AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 173 From the hall we enter the dining-room, a cheerful apart- ment looking on to the beautiful lawn at the back, which has at the end the arched conservatory of lilac-tinted glass at top, in which the novelist took so much interest, and where he hung some Chinese lanterns, sent down from London the day before his death. We are informed that in this building he signed the last cheque which he drew, to pay his subscription to the Higham Cricket Club. The door of the dining-room is faced with looking-glass, so that it may reflect the contents of the conservatory. Among these are two or three New Zealand tree-ferns which Dickens himself purchased. In the dining-room Major Budden pointed out the exact spot where the fatal seizure from effusion on the brain took place, on the afternoon of Wednesday, 8th June, 1870, and where Dickens case. They are spoken by Poins, when in company with Falstaff, Prince Henry, and others. They occur in Act I. Scene ii. of King Henry JV., Part I. A Note to Charles Knight's Edition of Shakespeare, contained in the *' Illustrations to Act I." of the same Play, states that Gad's Hill appears to have been a place notorious for robbers before the time of Shakespeare, for Stevens discovered an entry of the date of 1558 in the books of the Stationers' Company, of a ballad entitled, "The Robbery at Gad's Hill." And the late Sir Henry Ellis, of the British Museum, communicated to Mr. Boswell, Editor of Malone's Shakespeare, a narrative in the hand- writing of Sir Roger Manwood, Chief Baron of the Exchequer, dated 5th July, 1590, which shows that Gad's Hill was at that period the resort of a band of well-mounted robbers of more than usual daring, as appears from the following extract : — " In the course of that Michaelmas term, I being at London, many robberies were done in the bye-ways at Gad's Hill, on the Mest part of Rochester, and at Chatham, down on the east part of Rochester, by horse thieves, with such fat and lusty horses, as were not like hackney horses nor far-journeying horses ; and one of them sometimes wearing a vizard grey beard, he was by common report in the country called 'Justice Grey Beard \' and no man durst travel that way without great company." 174 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. lay : first on the floor to the right of the door on entering, and afterwards to the left, when the couch was brought down (by order of Mr. Steele, the surgeon of Strood, as we subse- quently learned), upon which he breathed his last. The drawing-room faces the front, and, like the dining- room, has been lengthened, and opens into the conservatory. In fact, Dickens was always improving Gad's Hill Place. There is a memorable reference to the conservatory by Forster in the third vol. of the Life. He says : — " This last addition had long been an object of desire with him, though he would hardly, even now, have given himself the indulgence but for the golden shower from America. He saw it first in a completed state on the Sunday before his death, when his youngest daughter was on a visit to him. " ' Well, Katey,' he said to her, ' now you see POSITIVELY the last improvement at Gad's Hill,' and every one laughed at the joke against himself. The success of the new con- servatory was unquestionable. It was the remark of all around him, that he was certainly, from this last of his improvements, drawing more enjoyment than from any of its predecessors, when the scene for ever closed ! " This room is a long one, and, in common with all the others, gives us, under the auspices of the brilliantly fine day, some idea of the late owner's love of light, air, and cheerfulness. That the situation is also a healthy and bracing one is confirmed by the fact, that in a letter written on board the Russia, bound for Liverpool, on the 26th April, 1868, after his second American tour, he speaks of having made a "Gad's Hill breakfast." Our most considerate cicerone next takes us into several of the bedrooms, these being of large size, and having a little AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 175 dressing-room marked off with a partition, head-high, so that no cubic space is lost to the main chamber. As illustrative of Charles Dickens's care for the comfort of his friends, it \s said that in the visitors' bedrooms there was always hot water and a little tea-table set out, so that each one could at any time make for himself a cup of the beverage " that cheers but not inebriates." The views from these rooms are very charming. Mr. W. T. Wildish afterwards told us, that during the novelist's life-time, Mr. Trood, the landlord of the Sir John Falstaff, once took him over Gad's Hill Place, and he was surprised to find Dickens's own bath-room covered with cuttings from Ptinch and other comic papers. I have since learned that this was a screen of engravings which had originally been given him. The gardens, both flower and vegetable, are then pointed out — the approach thereto from the back lawn being by means of a flight of steps — as also the rosary, which occupies a portion of the front lawn to the westward. The roses are of course past their best, but the trees look very healthy. In the flower garden we are especially reminded of Dickens's love for flowers, the China-asters, single dahlias, and zinnias being of exceptional brightness. As to the violets, which are here in abundance, both the Neapolitan and Russian v^arieties, the Major shows us a method of cultivating them, first in frames, and then in single rows, so that he can get them in bloom for nearly nine months in the year ! Adjoining the lawn and vegetable garden is ''the much- coveted meadow," which the master of Gad's Hill obtained by exchange of some land with the trustees of Sir Joseph Williamson's Mathematical School at Rochester, and in 176 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. which he planted "a number of limes and chestnuts, and other quick-growing trees." Four grass walks meet in the centre of the vegetable garden, where there is a fine old mulberry tree. It is stated in Forster's Life of the novelist (Vol. iii. p. 1 88) that Dickens obtained the meadow by exchange of some land "with the Trustees of Watts's Charity." But this is not right. The distinguished historian of the Common- wealth, and the faithful friend of the novelist all through his life, is so habitually accurate, that it is an exceptional circumstance for any one to be able to correct him. However, I am indebted to Mr. A. A. Arnold, of Rochester, for the following authentic account of the transaction. Dickens was always anxious to obtain this meadow (which -consists of about fourteen acres), and, believing that the Trustees of Sir Joseph Williamson's Mathematical School at Rochester were not empowered to sell their land, he purchased a field at the back of his own shrubbery from Mr. Brooker, of Higham, with a view — as appears from the following characteristically courteous and business-like letter — to effect an exchange. "Gad's Hill Place, "Higham by Rochester, Kent. **■ Monday, Thiriicth Jit7ie, 1862. " Gentlemen, " Reverting to a proposal already made in general terms by my solicitor, Mr. Ouvry, of Lincoln's Inn Fields, to Mes.srs. Essel and Co., I beg to submit my application to you in detail. " It is that you will have the kindness to consider the feasibility of exchanging the field at the back of my property AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 177 here (marked 404 in the accompanying plan), for the plot of land marked 384 in the said plan. " I believe it will appear to you, on inquiry, that the land I offer in exchange for the meadow is very advantageously situated, and is of greater extent than the meadow, and would be of greater value to the Institution, whose interests you represent. On the other hand, the acquisition of the Gad's Hill Place from the rear. meadow as a freehold would render my little property more compact and complete. " I have the honor to be, Gentlemen, " Your faithful and obedient Servant, "Charles Dickens. " To the Governors of " Sir Joseph Williamson's Free School, " Rochester." N 178 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. The offer fell through at the time ; but it was renewed in 1868 in a different form, and eventually the field was sold (by permission of the Charity Commissioners) to Charles Dickens at an " accommodation " price — ;^2,500 — which really exceeded its actual market value. But to resume our inspection. The whole of the back of the house, looking southward, is covered by a Virginia creeper {Ampelopsis quinqiiefolia) of profuse growth, which A /,^ ^'\ ^. a ■* ci' must be an object of singular beauty in the autumn when the crimson tints appear. As it now stands it is beautifully green, and there is scarcely more than a leaf or two here and there marking autumnal decay. The two famous hawthorn trees were blown down in a gale some years ago. In a quiet corner under a rose-tree {Gloire de Dijon), flanked by a Yucca in bloom, the bed underneath consisting AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 179 of deep blue lobelia, is a touching little memorial to a favourite canary. This consists of a narrow little board, made like a head-stone, and set aslant, on which is painted in neat letters the following epitaph : — This is the grave of DICK, the best of birds, born AT BrOADSTAIRS, , Midsunwier, 1851, died AT Gad's Hill Place, 4th October, 1866. No one can doubt who was the author of these simple lines. " Dick," it should be said, " was very dear both to Dickens and his eldest daughter," and he has been immortalized in Forster's Life. There is a very humorous account given of the attacks which the cats in the neighbourhood made upon him, and which were frustrated by an organized defence. The following is the passage : — " Soon after the arrival of Dickens and his family at Gad's Hill Place, a household war broke out, in which the com- mander-in-chief was his man French, the bulk of the forces engaged being his children, and the invaders two cats." Writing to Forster, Dickens says : — " ' The only thing new in this garden is that war is raging against two particularly tigerish and fearful cats (from the mill, I suppose), which are always glaring in dark corners after our wonderful little Dick. Keeping the house open at all points, it is impossible i8o A WEEK'S TRAMP IJV DICKENS-LAND. to shut them out, and they hide themselves in the most terrific manner : hanging themselves up behind draperies, like bats, and tumbling out in the dead of night with frightful caterwaulings. Hereupon French borrows Beaucourt's gun, loads the same to the muzzle, discharges it twice in vain, and throws himself over with the recoil, exactly like a clown. . . . About four pounds of powder and half a ton of shot have been fired off at the cat (and the public in general) during the week. The funniest thing is, that immedi- ately after I have heard the noble sportsman blazing away at her in the garden in front, I look out of my room door into the drawing-room, and am pretty sure to see her coming in after the birds, in the calmest manner possible, by the back window.' " Passing on our way the large and well-lighted servants' hall, over which is the bachelors' room, — whence in days gone by that rare literary serial, T/ie Gad's Hill Gazette^ issued from a little printing press, presented by a friend to the sixth son of the novelist, who encouraged his boy's literary tastes, — we next see the stables, as usual, like everything else, in excellent order. A small statue of Fame blowing her golden trumpet surmounts the bachelors' room, and looks down upon us encouragingly. ^ At an interview with Mr. H. F. Dickens some time afterwards, he told me the story of the origin of The Gad's Hill Gazette. There was a good deal of sand exposed at the back of the house, and the sons of the novehst — who like other boys were full of energy, — were fond of playing at " burying " each other. Their father naturally feared that this kind of play might have some disastrous effects, and develop into burying in earnest. So he said one day to his sons, ** Why not establish a newspaper, if you want a field for your energies ? " The Gad's Hill Gazette was the result. At first the tiny journal was written on a plain sheet and copies made ; then a Manifold Writer was used ; and afterwards came the Printing Press. I8I AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. Our attention is then turned to the well, which is stated to be two hundred and seventeen feet deep, in the shed, or pumping-room, over which is the Major's mare, "Tell-tale," cheerfully doing her daily twenty minutes' task of drawing water, which is pumped up to the cistern on the roof for the supply of the house. There is said to be never less than twenty feet of water in the well. It may be interesting to mention that Gad's Hill Place (" the title of my estate, sir, my place down in Kent "), which is in the parish of Higham, and about twenty-six miles from London, stands on an elevation two hundred and fifty feet above mean sea-level. The house itself is built on a bed of the Thanet sands. The well is bored right through these sands, which Mr. W. H. Whitaker, F.R.S., of H. M. Geo- logical Survey (who has kindly given me some valuable information on the subject), states " may be about forty feet thick, and the water is drawn up from the bed of chalk i82 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. beneath. This bed is of great thickness, probably six hundred or seven hundred feet, and the well simply reaches the level at which the chalk is charged with water, /. e. some- thing a little higher than the level of the neighbouring river.'' The chalk is exposed on the lower bases of Gad's Hill, such as the Railway Station at Higham, the village of Chalk, the town of Strood, etc. There are humorous extracts from letters by Dickens in Forster's Life respecting the well, which may appropriately be introduced. He says : — " We are still (6th of July) boring for water here, at the rate of two pounds per day for wages. The men seem to like it very -much, and to be perfectly comfortable." . . . And again, " Here are six men perpetually going up and down the well (I know that somebody will be killed), in the course of fitting a pump ; which is quite a railway terminus — it is so iron, and so big. The process is much more like putting Oxford Street endwise, and laying gas along it, than any- thing else. By the time it is finished, the cost of this water will be something absolutely frightful. But of course it proportionately increases the value of the property, and that's my only comfort. . . . Five men have been looking attentively at the pump for a week, and (I should hope) may begin to fit it in the course of October." The depression caused by the prospect of the '* absolutely frightful " cost of the water seems to have continued to the end of the letter, for it thus concludes : — " The horse has gone lame from a sprain, the big dog has run a tenpenny nail into one of his hind feet, the bolts have all flown out of the basket carriage, and the gardener says all the fruit trees want replacing with new ones." AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL\ PLACE. '83 Two of the Major's dogs are chained in the places formerly occupied by Dickens's dogs, "Linda" and "Turk." The Porch, Gad's Hill Place. The chains are very long, and allow the animals plenty of room for exercise. The space between the two permitted a person to walk past without their being able to come near 1 84 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. him ; and, as an instance of Dickens's thoughtful kindhness even to the lower animals, two holes were made in the wall so that the dogs could get through in hot weather, and lie in the shade of the trees on the other side. On the back gate enter- ing into the lane at the side of the house was painted, *' Beware of the dogs ! " This caution appears to have been very necessary, for we heard more than once the story of an intrusive tramp who trespassed, and going too near the dogs, got sadly mauled. Dickens, with characteristic goodness, sent him at once to Chatham Hospital, and otherwise healed his wounds. We are next conducted round the grounds, and have an opportunity of examining the front of the house more in detail. The porch is flanked by two cosy seats, the pretty little spade-shaped shields, and lateral angular ornamental supports on the back of which, we are informed, were con- structed of pieces of wood from Shakespeare's furniture given to Dickens by a friend. A large variegated holly grows on either side of the porch, and a semi-circular gravel walk leads to the door. There is a closely-cut lawn in front, and oppo- site the hollies are two fine specimens of Aiicuba Japonica — the so-called variegated laurel. It will be remembered that the master of Gad's Hill had a tunnel excavated under the Dover Road (which runs through the property), so as to approach the "shrubbery" previously referred to, without having to cross the open public road. We did not learn who constructed the tunnel, but it was designed either by his brother, Mr. Alfred L. Dickens, who died at Manchester in i860, or by his brother-in-law, Mr. Henry Austin. The entrance to the tunnel is by a flight of about twenty steps, flanked by two beautifully-grown specimens of 1 '^ i86 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Cedrus deodara, the "deodar," or god-tree of the Himalayas. The tunnel itself is cut through the sands, and, being only a little longer than the width of the road, it is not at all dark, but very pleasant and cool on a hot day. A corresponding flight of steps leads us into the shrubbery, which is shut off from the main road by iron railings only. Both ends of the tunnel are covered with ivy, which has the effect of partially concealing the openings. Readers of Forster's Life will recollect that the Swiss chalet presented to Dickens by his friend Fechter the actor, and in which he spent his last afternoon, formerly stood in the shrubbery. The chalet now stands in the terrace-garden of Cobham Hall. Before we reach the exact place we have an opportunity of examining the two stately cedar trees {Cedrus Libani) which are the arboreal gems of the place. Major Budden informs us that they are about one hundred and twenty- eight years old, and were planted in their present position when they had attained about twenty years' growth. Some idea of their luxuriance may be formed when it is mentioned that the girth of each tree exceeds sixteen feet, and the longest branch of one of them measures eighty-four feet in length. In consequence of the habit of these trees "fastigiating" at the base, a very numerous series of lateral ramifying branches is the result. These branches spread out in terraces, and the rich green foliage, covered with exudations of resin, seems as though powdered silver had been lightly dusted over it. Each tree extends over a circular area of about eighty feet of ground in diameter. Under one of the cedars is the grave of " the big and beautiful Linda," Dickens's favourite St. Bernard dog. One of the trees has been injured, a large AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 187 branch over-weighted with snow having broken off some years ago. Two or three noble ash trees also grace this spot, running straight up in a column some thirty-five feet before shooting out a canopy of branches and leaves. There are also a few Scotch firs, the trunks well covered with ivy, and a pretty specimen of the variegated sycamore. The undergrowth of laurel, laurustinus, briar, privet, holly, etc., is very luxuriant here, and the vacant ground is closely covered with the wood anemone {Anemone nemorosa), which must form a continuous mass of pearly white flowers in spring-time. The ground formerly occupied by the chalet is pointed out to us, its site being marked by a bed of rich scarlet nasturtiums. It will be recollected that Dickens describes the interior of the building in a letter to an American friend, which is thus recorded in Forster's Life : — " Divers birds sing here all day, and the nightingales all night. The place is lovely and in perfect order. . . I have put* five mirrors in the chalet where I write, and they reflect and refract, in all kinds of ways, the leaves that are quivering at the windows, and the great fields of waving corn, and the sail-dotted river. My room is up among the branches of the trees ; and the birds and the butterflies fly in and out, and the green branches shoot in at the open windows, and the lights and shadows of the clouds come and go with the rest of the company. The scent of the flowers, and indeed of everything that is growing for miles and miles, is most delicious." But the glory of Gad's Hill Place is reserved for us until the close of our visit, when Major Budden very kindly takes us up to the roof, which is approached by a commodious flight l88 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of steps ; and here, on this exceptionally fine day, we are privileged to behold a prospect of surpassing beauty. Right away to the westward is the great Metropolis, its presence being marked by the usual pall of greyish smoke. Opening from the town, and becoming wider and wider as the noble river approaches its estuary, is the Thames, now con- spicuous by numerous vessels, showing masts and white and brown sails, and here and there by the smoky track of a steamer. We remember how often the city and the river have been the scene of many and many an exploit in Dickens's novels. Northward are the dreary marshes, the famous '' meshes " of Great Expectations, hereafter to be noticed. Then far to the eastward runs the valley of the Medway, the picturesque city of Rochester thereon being crowned by those conspicuous landmarks, its magnificent Castle and ancient Cathedral. In the background is the busy town of Chatham, its heights being -capped by an enormous square and lofty building erected by the sect called " Jezreelites," whatever that may be. We were informed that the so-called "immortal" leader had just died, and it has since been reported that the gloomy building is likely to be converted into a huge jam factory. Beyond, and nearly seven miles ofi*, is the high land called "Blue Bell," about three hundred feet above mean sea-level, and all along to the south the undulating grounds and beautiful woodland scenery of Cobham Park complete the picture. As Major Budden points out in detail these many natural beauties of the district, we can quite understand and sym- pathize with Dickens's love for this exquisite spot ; and we I90 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. heartily congratulate the present owner of Gad's Hill Place on the charming historical property which he possesses, and which, so far as we can perceive (all honour to him), is kept in the same excellent condition that characterized it during the novelist's lifetime. What is particularly striking about it is at once its compactness, completeness, and unpretentiousness. Descending to the library, whence we started nearly three hours previously, we refresh ourselves with a glass of water from the celebrated deep well — a draught deliciously cool and clear — which the hospitable Major presses us to "dilute" (as Professor Huxley has somewhere said) in any way we please, but which we prefer to drink, as Dickens himself drank it — pure. Before we rise to leave the spot we have so long wished to see, and which we have now gone over to our hearts' content, we sadly recall to memory for a moment the ^* last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history," — that tragic incident which occurred on Thursday, 9th June, 1870, when there was an "empty chair" at Gad's Hill Place, and all intelligent English-speaking nations experienced a personal sorrow. And so with many grateful acknowledgments to our kind and courteous host, who gives us some nice flowers and cuttings as a parting souvenir, we take our leave, having derived from our bright sunny visit to Gad's Hill Place that "wave of pleasure" which Mr. Herbert Spencer describes as "raising the rate of respiration, — raised respiration being an index of raised vital activities in general." In fine, the impression left on our minds is such as to induce us to feel that we understand and appreciate more of Dickens's GAD'S HILL SIXTY YEARS AGO. 191 old home than any illustration or written description of it, however excellent, had hitherto adequately conveyed to us. We have seen it for ourselves. ****** The reminiscences which follow are from Mrs. Lynn Linton and three of Charles Dickens's nearest neig"hbours. GAD'S HILL SIXTY YEARS AGO. The early love which Charles Dickens felt for Gad's Hill House, and his boyish ambition to be one day its owner, had been already anticipated by my father. As a boy and young man, my father's heart was set on this place ; and when my grandfather's death put him in sufficient funds he bought it. Being a beneficed clergyman, both of whose livings were in the extreme north of England, he could not live in the house ; but he kept it empty for many years, always hoping to get leave of absence from the Bishop for a term long enough to justify the removal of his large family from Keswick to Rochester. In 1831 a five years' leave of absence was granted ; and we all came up by coach to this Mecca of my father's love. We were three days and three nights on the road ; and I remember quite distinctly the square court- yard and outside balcony of the old Belle Sauvage Inn, where we put up on our arrival in London. I remember, too, the powerful scent of the Portugal laurel and the bay-tree which grew on the right-hand side of Gad's Hill House as we entered — brought out by the warm damp of the late autumn afternoon. In our time all the outhouses had 192 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. leaden figures on the top. There was a cupola with an alarm bell, which one night was rung lustily, to the terror of the whole neighbourhood, and the ashamed discovery among ourselves that rats were not burglars. In the shrubbery were two large leaden figures of Pomona and Vertumnus, standing on each side of the walk leading up to the arbour. We had then two arbours — one opposite the house at the end of the green walk, and another in a dilapidated state further in the shrubbery. They were built of big flint stones, many of which had holes in them, where small birds made their nests. I remember in one was a tomtit which was quite tame, and used to fly in and out while we were watch- ing it. The two cedars, which I believe are still there, were a little choked and overshadowed by a large oak-tree, which my father cut down. Between seventy and eighty coaches, "vans," and mail-carts passed our house during the day, besides private carriages, specially those of travellers posting to or from Dover. Regiments, too, often passed on their way to Gravesend, where they embarked for India ; and ships' companies, paid off, rowdy and half-tipsy, made the road really dangerous for the time being. We used to lock the two gates when we heard them coming, shouting and singing up the hill ; and we had to stand many a mimic siege from the blue-jackets trying to force their way in. Sweet-water grapes grew and ripened in the open air over the wash-house ; and the back of the house was covered with a singularly fine and luscious jargonelle pear. The garden was rich in apples. We had many kinds, from the sweet and pulpy nonsuch, to the small tight little pearmain and lemon pippin. We had nonpareils, golden pippins, brown GAD'S HILL SIXTY YEARS AGO. 193 and golden russets, Ribstone pippins, and what we called a port-wine apple — the flesh red, like that of the "blood- oranges." The small orchard to the right was as rich in cherry-trees, filberts, and cobnuts. In the garden we had a fig-tree, and the mulberry-tree, which is still there, was in full bearing in our time. The garden altogether was won- derfully prolific in flowers as well as fruits — roses as well as strawberries and apples ; and the green-house was full of grapes. Nightingales sang in the trees near the house, and the shrubbery was full of song birds. We had a grand view from the leads, where we used sometimes to go, and whence I remember seeing a farmyard fire over at Higham — which fire they said had been caused by an incendiary. There was a Low Church clergyman in the neighbourhood who might have been Chadband or Stiggins. He was fond of some girls we knew, and called them his " lambs." He used to put his arm round their waists, and they sat on his knees quite naturally. I myself heard him preach at Shorne against the institution of pancakes on Shrove Tuesday. He said it was not only superstitious but irreligious ; as pancakes meant "pan Kakon," all evil. This I, then a girl of thirteen or so, heard and remember. When my father died his property had to be sold, as he did not make an eldest son. Mr. W. H. Wills, the trusty friend of Charles Dickens, and editor of Household Words and All The Year Rounds was also a friend of mine. We met at a dinner, and he spoke to me about Gad's Hill, but as if he wanted to buy it for himself He was afraid to mention Charles Dickens's name, lest we should ask too much. So he told me afterwards. I had been left executrix under my father's will, being then O 194 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the only unmarried daughter ; and I took the news to our solicitor and co-executor, Mr. Loaden. He wrote to Mr. Wills, and the sale was effected. We scored a little triumph over the " ornamental timber." Mr. Dickens objected to our price ; the case was submitted to an arbitrator, and we got more than we originally asked. But there was never one moment of pique on either side, nor a drop of bad blood as the consequence. It was always a matter for a laugh and a joke between Mr. Wills and myself. When we first went to Gad's Hill there was a fish-pond at the back ; but my father had it filled up, lest one of his adventurous little ones should tumble in. Officers used to come up from Chatham to the Falstaff, and have pigeon matches in our big field ; and one of the sights which used to delight our young eyes, was the gallant bearing and gay uniforms of the Commandant at Chatham, when he and his staff rode by. We were great walkers in those days, and used to ramble over Cobham Park, and round by Shorne, and down to the dreary marshes beyond Higham. But this was not a favourite walk with us, and we girls never went there alone. The banks on the Rochester road — past Davies's Straits — were full of sweet violets, white and purple ; and the fungi, lichens, flowers, and ferns about Shorne and Cobham yet linger in my memory as things of rarest beauty. We always thought that the coachman, " Old Chumley," as he was called, was old Weller. He was a fine, cheery, trustworthy man ; and once when my father was in London, he had one of my sisters and myself — girls then about fifteen and thirteen — put under his charge to be delivered to him at the end of the journey. The dear old fellow took as much care of us as if he had been our father GAD'S HILL SIXTY YEARS AGO, 195 himself. I remember my brothers gave him a new whip, and he was very fond of us all. E. L. L. * * * * * * * * * We had at a subsequent visit to Gad's Hill Place, on the invitation of our hospitable friends, Major and Mrs. Budden, the pleasure of a long and interesting conver- sation with Mr. James Hulkes, J. P., of the Little Hermitage, Frindsbury, a Kentish man, who came to live here more than sixty years ago, and who was thus a very near neighbour of Charles Dickens during the whole of the time that he resided at Gad's Hill Place. We were shown into a delightful room at the back of the house, overlooking the shrubberies of the mansion — in the distance appearing the high ground on which stands the monument to Charles Larkin. The room is a happy combination of part workshop, with a fine lathe and assortment of tools fitted round it — part study, with a nice collection of books, engravings and pictures (some of hunting scenes) on the walls — and part naturalist's den, with cases of stuffed birds and animals, guns and fishing-rods — the fragrant odour of tobacco breathing friendly welcome to ' a visitor of smoking proclivities. The varied tastes of the owner were sufficiently apparent, and a long chat of over two hours seemed to us but a few minutes. Mr. Hulkes said he just remembered the road from Strood to Gad's Hill being cut through the sands down to the chalk. It was for some time afterwards called " Davies's Straits,'* after the Rev. George Davies, the then Chairman of the Turnpike Road Board, and the term indicated the difficulty and expense of the operation. Before the new road was cut, 196 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the old highway constituting this part of the Dover Road was very hilly and dangerous. Reverting to the subject of Charles Dickens, our relator remarked, " I fear I cannot be of much use to you by giving information about Mr. Dickens, as I only knew him as a kind friend, a very genial host, and a most charming companion ; to the poor he was always kind — a deserving beggar never went from his house unrelieved." What indeed could be said more ! These few simple words, spoken so earnestly after a period of nearly twenty years, sufficed to bring before us the lost neighbour whose memory was so warmly cherished by his surviving friend. John Forster, in the Life, speaks of Mr. Hulkes as being " one of the two nearest country neighbours with whom the [Dickens] family had become very intimate," and mentions that both Mr. and Mrs. Hulkes were present at the wedding of the novelist's second daughter, Kate, with Mr. Charles Alston Collins. Mr. Hulkes spoke of the pleasant parties at Gad's Hill Place, at which he met Mr. Forster, Mr. Wilkie Collins, Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, Mr. Marcus Stone, Mr. H. F. Chorley, and many others ; and observed that, on the occasion of charades and private theatricals there, Charles Dickens was always in fine form. He showed us an original manuscript programme (of which we were allowed to take a copy), written on half-a-sheet of foolscap ; and from the fact that " GacTs Hill Gazette Printing Office " appears in the corner it would seem that it was printed on the occasion for the guests. It is as follows : — AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 1^7 Dece7nber ^iist, 1Z62,. " A night's exploit on Gad's Hill." — Shakespeare, ^er Jtaje0t2'0 §erbattt0 will have the honour of presenting Three Charades ! ! ! Each Charade is a word of two syllables, arranged in three Scenes. The first scene is the first syllable ; the second is the second syllable ; the third scene is the entire word. {At the end of each Charade the aiidience is respectfully invited to naftie the word.) arkarabe X! Scene I. — The awful end of the Profligate Sailor. Scene II. — On the way to foreign parts. Scene III. — Miss Belinda Jane and the faithful policeman (Division Q). (Eharabe 2 ! ! Scene I. — Archery at Castle Doodle. Scene II. — Fra Diavolo a Dread Reality. Scene III. — The Choice of a too Lowly Youth. Charabe 3 ! I ! Scene I. — The Pathetic History of the Poor Little Sweep. Scene II. — Mussulman Barbarity to Christians. Scene III. — Merry England. Gad's Hill Gazette Printing Office. The various parts v^^ere taken by Dickens and his family, and the entire word of the last Charade is supposed to be " May Day." In connection with charades, Mr. Hulkes alluded to 198 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Dickens's remarkable facility for "guessing a subject fixed on when he was out of the room, in half a dozen questions ; " and related the story of how at the young people's game of " Yes and No," he found out the proper answer to a random question fixed upon by Mr. Charles Collins, one of the company, in his absence, which was, "The top-boot of the left leg of the head post-boy at Newman's Yard, London." The squire sometimes took a stroll with his neighbour, but observed "he was too fast a walker for me — I couldn't keep up with him ! " Mr. Hulkes possesses a nearly complete "file" (from 1862 to 1866) of the Gad's Hill Gazette, to which he was one of the subscribers, and which was edited by the novelist's son, Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens, and, as before stated, printed at Gad's Hill Place. It chronicled the arrivals and departures, the results of cricket matches and billiard games, with interesting gossip of events relating to the family and the neighbourhood. Occasionally there was a leading article, and now and then an acrostic appeared. Among the sub- scribers were the novelist and his family. The Lord Chief Justice, The Dean of Bristol, Lady Molesworth, Mrs. Milner Gibson, M. Stone, A. Halliday, J. Hulkes, C. Kent, W. H. Wills, H. F. Chorley, Edmund Yates, etc. The number for January 20th, 1866, contains a humorous correspondence on the management of the journal between "Jabez Skinner" and " Blackbury Jones." Mr. H. F. Dickens kindly allows a copy of the number for December 30th, 1865, to be reproduced, which is interesting as giving an account of the Staplehurst accident, and also the notice issued when the journal was discontinued. THE GAD'S HILL GAZETTE Edited by H . E . Dickens December 30 th 1865 Price 2d We are very glad to meet our subscri -bers again after such a long lapse of time, and we hope that they will pa- tronise us in the same kind and indul -gent manner as they did, last season. In the circulars, we announced that some great improvements were to be made in the Gazette - We are sorry that they cannot appear in this num- ber (as our suppliers of type have dis- -appointed us) but we hope that next week, we shall be able to publish this journal in quite a different form. Hoping that our subscribers will ex- -cuse us this week, we beg to wish them all A Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year! Christmas at Gad's Hill. During the past week , Gad' s Hill has re- sounded with the sounds of festivity and mer -riment. (Continued on the next page) 199 As is usually the case, the house has been filled with the guests who have come to taste of Mr Dickens' hospita- -lity. These consisted of Mr, Mad. and Master Pechter, Mr &MrsC. Collins, Mr Mrs and Master C. Dickens junr, Mr Mor- gan (who suddenly appeared on Christ mas Day. having just returned from A merica) Mr M. Stone, Mr Chorley and Mr Dickenson. The latter gentleman has not yet en- -tirely recovered from the effects of a most disastrous railway accident in which he was a sufferer, and had it not been for the courage and intrepidity of Mr Dickens, he would not now be s pending his Christmas at Gad's Hill. A short time before the accident occurred, Mr Dickenson had a dispute with a Prench gentleman about the opening of the window when the former offered to change places, if the open window was disagreeable to his fel- low traveller - this they did. — Then came the accident , accompanied by all its frightful incidents. The French gentleman was killed, Mr Dickenson was stunned and hurled uiith great violence under the debris of a carriage. 200 Mr Dickens, who was in another eompart- -ment, managed to crawl out of the window and then, caring little for his own safety, hu sied himself in helping the wounded. Whilst engaged in doing this, he passed by a carri- -age, underneath which he saw a gentleman (Mr Dickenson) lying perfectly still, and bleed -ing from the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He was immediately taken to the town of Staplehurst where he so far recovered as to be able to return to London, that evening. Next morning he was suffering from a very severe concussion of the brain and was ill for many weeks — But to our subject. On Christmas Day, Mr, Mrs & Miss Mai -leson came to dinner. At about 9, an ex tempore dance began and was kept up till about 2 o'clock Tuesday mor- -ning. During the week, billiards has been much resorted to. (See next page) All the visitors are still here, except Mr Pechter and family mho left on De- cember 26th, and Mr Morgan (uiho is to return on 31st. Talking of Mr Pech -ter, our readers xnill be glad to hear -j-hat he has made a most decided suc- cess in his neui piece entitled — The Master of Ravensuiood — 20I Sporting Intelligence. Billiards Of all the matches that have been played during the past week the most important was a Great Handicap on Christmas Day, the prize being a pew -fcer Annexed is an account of it. Stone Scratch C Dickens jun 20 Harry 30 Techter 5 Dickenson 20 C Dickens 35 Morgan 10 Collins 30 Plorn 40 Our space will not allow us to entei into the minute details of this match suffice it to say that Mr Dickenson won but that as regards good play, he was excelled by Mr Stone (who, however, was so heavily weighted that he could not win . Great credit is due to Mr Ch Dickens junr for the way in which he handicapped the men. On Saturday 30th a match is to be play -ed between The Earl of Darnley and Mr M Stone . 202 Gad's Hill Gazette Office. January — 1867. In a circular issued last August, we announced that a final number of the Gad's Hill Gazette was to be pub -lished this Xmas. We are grieved however to state, that the shortening of the Wimbledon School holidays (in which es- tablishment the Editor is a pupil) has rendered this impossi -ble. It is with feelings of the deepest regret that we find our- - selves obliged to conclude the publication of our Journal in this sudden and unexpected manner, but we feel sure that the great indulgence of the Public will overlook this, as it has done many other great errors in the Gad's Hill Gazette^ In conclusion, we beg to take leave of our Subscribers in our public capacity of Editor, thanking them for their kind- ness in supporting our Journal, and wishing them all ^"A Happy New Year."-^ (Signed) Sole Editor 203 204 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Mrs. Hulkes had a number of pleasant recollections of Gad's Hill Place, and of Charles Dickens and his family. •' As a girl," said this lady, " I was an admiring reader of his works, and I longed to see and know the author ; but little did I think that my high ambition would ever be gratified." That a warm friendship existed between his admirer and Charles Dickens, who subsequently became her near neighbour, is evidenced by the fact that, in reply to her request, he allowed this lady the great privilege of reading the catastrophe of that exquisitely-pathetic and nobly-altruistic story of A Tale of Two Cities, some weeks before its publication, as appears from the following letter : — "Gad's Hill Place, "Hicham by Rochester, Kent. '•''Sunday evening, Sixteenth Oct.^ 1857. " My dear Mrs. Hulkes, ** My daughter has shown me your note, and it has impressed me with the horrible determination to become a new kind of Bluebeard, and lay an awful injunction of secrecy on you for five mortal weeks. " Here is the remainder of the Tale of Two Cities. Not half-a-dozen of my oldest and most trusty literary friends have seen it. It is a real pleasure to me to entrust you with the catastrophe, and to ask you to keep a grim and inflexible silence on the subject until it is published. When you have read the proofs, will you kindly return them to me t " With my regard to Mr. Hulkes, '* Believe me always, " Faithfully yours, "Charles Dickens. "Mrs. Hulkes." AN AFTERNOON AT GAUS HILL PLACE. 205 Mrs. Hulkes said that when Dickens went to Paris in 1863, he jokingly said to her, "I am going to Paris; what shall I bring you ? " She replied, " A good photograph of yourself, as I do not like the one you gave me ; and I hear the French people are more successful than the English, or their climate may help them." And he brought a photo- graph of himself, of which there were only four printed. It now graces Mrs. Hulkes' drawing-room, and represents the novelist very life-like in full face, head and bust. The photograph was taken by Alphonse Maze, and has been exquisitely engraved in Mr. Kitton's Charles Dickens by Pen and Pencil, Mrs. Hulkes mentioned a curious and interesting circum- stance. On the night before the funeral of her friend. Miss Dickens sent down to the Little Hermitage to ask if she could kindly give her some roses, Mrs. Hulkes cut a quantity from one of the trees in the garden (Lamarque, she believes), and the tree never bloomed again, and soon after died. No doubt, as she observed, it bled to death from the excessive cutting. It was the second case only of the kind in her experience as a rose-grower during very many years. Charles Dickens also took interest in his friend's son (their only child, who has since finished his University career), and this gentleman prizes as a relic a copy of A Child's History of England^ which was presented to him, with the following inscription written in the characteristic blue ink — " Charles Dickens. To his little friend, Cecil James Hulkes. Christmas Eve, 1864." In a letter to Miss Hogarth, written from New York, on Friday, 3rd January, 1868, he says : — " I have a letter from Mrs. Hulkes by this post, 2o6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. wherein the boy encloses a violet, now lying on the table before me. Let her know that it arrived safely and retaining its colour." There are many interesting relics of Gad's Hill Place now in the possession of the family at the Little Hermitage, notably Charles Dickens's seal with his crest, and the initials C. D., his pen-tray, his desk, a photograph of the study on 8th June, 1870 (a present from Miss Hogarth), the portrait above referred to, an arm-chair, a drawing-room settee, a dressing-table, and a library writing-table. ****** On another occasion we were favoured with an interview by Mr. J. N. Malleson, of Brighton, who formerly resided at the Great Hermitage, Higham, and who was a neighbour of Charles Dickens for many years. Mr. Malleson came to the Great Hermitage in 1859, ^"^ ^ ^^Y o^ two after Christmas Day in that year — having previously been a guest at the wedding of Dickens's second daughter Kate, with Mr. Charles Alston Collins — he met the novelist, who, stopping to chat pleasantly, asked his neighbours where they dined at Christ- mas ••* " Oh, Darby and Joan," said our informant. Dickens laughingly replied : — "That shall never happen again"; and the following year, and every year afterwards, except when their friend was in America, Mr. and Mrs. Malleson received and accepted invitations to dine at Gad's Hill Place. On the exception in question, the family of Dickens dined at the Great Hermitage. ****** In the autumn of the year 1889 we had a most interesting chat with Mr. William Stocker Trood, at his residence, Spearcehay Farm, Pitminster, pleasantly situated in the vale AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 207 of Taunton, for many years landlord of the Sir John Falstafif at Gad's Hill. The first noteworthy circumstance to record is that his name is not Edwin Trood, as commonly supposed, but William Stocker, as above stated, Stocker being an old family name. This fact disposes of the supposition that the former two names, with the alteration of a single letter, gave rise in Dickens's mind to the designation of the principal character in The Mystery of Edwin Drood. The name of " Trood " is by the substitution of one letter easily converted into Drood, and that word is perhaps more euphonious with " Edwin " as prefixed to it ; but " William Stocker " is not by any means easily converted into " Edwin." The idea that " Edwin Drood " is derived from " William Stocker Trood " may therefore be dismissed as a popular fallacy. It may be mentioned, however, en passant^ that Mr. Trood had a brother named Edward, who sometimes visited him at the Falstaff, and also a son who bore the name of his uncle. We found our informant to be wonderfully genial, hale and hearty, although in his eighty-fifth year. He had a perfect recollection of Charles Dickens, and remembered his first coming to Gad's Hill Place. Before the house was properly furnished and put in order, both Mr. and Mrs. Dickens some- times slept at the Falstaff; and afterwards, when visitors were staying at Gad's Hill Place, and the bedrooms there were full, some of them slept at the Inn ; in particular, John Forster, Wilkie Collins, and Marcus Stone. He said Mr. Dickens was a very nice man to speak to, and Mrs. Dickens was a very nice lady. They were always kind and pleasant as neighbours, but Mr. Dickens did not talk much. Said Mr. Trood: — "When I was at Higham, Mr. Dickens used to say no one could put in a word ; I had all the talk to 2o8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. myself." The sons were all very pleasant ; in fact, he liked the family very much indeed. Mr. Trood sometimes acted as local banker to Charles Dickens, and used to cash his cheques for him. Only the day before his death, he cashed a cheque for ;^22, and was subsequently offered £2^ for it by an admirer of Dickens who desired the autograph ; but to his credit it should be mentioned that he did not accept the offer. Our informant next spoke of the wonderful partiality of Dickens to cricket ; he would stand out all night if he could watch a cricket match. The matches were always played in Mr. Dickens's field, and the business meetings of the club were held monthly at the Falstaff. Mr. Trood was Treasurer of the club. Occasionally there was a dinner. A circumstance was related which made a profound im- pression on our friend. The family at Gad's Hill Place were very fond of music, and on one occasion there were present as visitors two great violinists, one a German and the other an Italian, and it was a debated question among the listeners outside the gates, where the music could be distinctly heard, which played the better. Mr. Trood had just returned from Gravesend in the cool of the summer evening, about ten o'clock, and stood in ' the road opposite listening, " spell- bound," to the delightful music. Miss Dickens played the accompaniments. Mr. Trood spoke with a lively and appreciative recollection of the Christmas sports that were held in a field at the back of Gad's Hill Place, and of the good order and nice feeling that prevailed at those gatherings, although several thousand people were present. Among the games that were played, AN AFTERNOON AT GAD'S HILL PLACE. 209 the wheeling of barrows by bh'nd-folded men seemed to tickle him most. Our octogenarian friend also spoke of the great love of Dickens for scarlet geraniums. Hundreds of the " Tom Thumb " variety were planted in the beds on the front lawn and in the back garden at Gad's Hill Place. Soon after the terrible railway accident at Staplehurst, Dickens came over to the Falstaff and spoke to Mr. Trood, who congratulated him. Said Dickens, " I never thought I should be here again." It is a wonderful coincidence to record, that a young gentleman named Dickenson, who subsequently became intimate with the novelist, changed places (so as to get the benefit of meeting the fresh air) with a French gentleman in the same carriage who was killed, and Mr. Dickenson escaped ! The accident happened on the 9th June, 1865, and Dickens died on the "fatal anniversary," 9th June, 1870. Mr. Trood confirmed his daughter's (Mrs. Latter' s) account of the fraqas with the men and performing bears, given in another chapter, adding, " That was a concern." ****** The beautiful city of Exeter is not far from Taunton, and we naturally avail ourselves of the opportunity of stopping there for a few hours, and stroll over to see the village of Alphington. It was here, in the year 1839, that Charles Dickens took and furnished Mile End Cottage for his father and mother and their youngest son. He thus describes the event in a letter to Forster : — " I took a little house for them this morning (5th March, 1839), and if they are not pleased with it I shall be grievously disappointed. Exactly a mile beyond the city on the Plymouth road there are two white 2IO A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. cottages : one is theirs, and the other belongs to their land- lady. I almost forget the number of rooms, but there is an excellent parlour with two other rooms on the ground floor, there is really a beautiful little room over the parlour which I am furnishing as a drawing-room, and there is a splendid garden. The paint and paper throughout is new and fresh and cheerful-looking, the place is clean beyond all description, and the neighbourhood I suppose the most beautiful in this most beautiful of English counties." The negotiations with the landlady and the operation of furnish- ing the house are most humorously pourtrayed in the same letter. The cottage is also described in Nicholas Nickleby, which he was writing at the time. Mrs. Nickleby, in allusion to her old home, calls it " the beautiful little thatched white house one storey high, covered all over with ivy and creeping plants, with an exquisite little porch with twining honey- suckles and all sorts of things." Fifty years have passed since the parents of the novelist went to live at Alphington, which, notwithstanding the subse- quent growth of the city, still continues to be a pretty suburb with fine views of the Ide Hills to the westward, and Heavi- tree to the eastward. Our efforts to obtain any reminiscences of the Dickens family in the village were quite unsuccessful — so long a time had elapsed since their departure — although, to oblige us, the vicar of the place kindly made enquiries, and took some interest in the matter. CHAPTER VIIT. CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. " So altered was the battle-ground, where thousands upon thousands had been killed in the great fight." — The Battle of Life. "Keep me always at it, I'll keep you always at it, you keep somebody else always at it. There you are, with the Whole Duty of Man in a commercial country." — Little Dorrit. The town of Strood, — the Roman Strata, — which stands on the left bank of the river Medway, has, Hke the city of Rochester, its interesting historical associations. Its Church, dedicated to St. Nicholas, stands high on the north side of the London road leading to Gad's Hill, and has a brass of T. Glover and his three wives. At one time there was a hospital for travellers, founded by Bishop Glanville {temp. Richard I.), near the Church. The most interesting remains are, however, those of the Temple Farm, distant about half a mile south, formerly {temp. Henry H.) the mansion of the Knights Templars of the Teutonic order, to whom it, together with the lands thereto belonging, was given by that monarch. The gift was confirmed by King John and by Henry HI. (1227) ; but the unfortunate brethren of the order did not retain possession more than a century, for in the reign of Edward H. they were dispossessed of their lands and goods, 212 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. under pretence of their leading a vicious course of life, but in reality to satisfy the avarice of their dispossessors. The present building dates from about James I., has one fine room overlooking the river, and underneath is a spacious vault called by Grose the " Preceptory," excavated out of the chalk, and having fine groined stone arches and aisles — the walls are of very great thickness. Near Frindsbury Church — in which are three most interesting wall-paintings of St. William the Baker of Perth, St. Lawrence, and another figure, all three discovered on the jambs of the Norman windows only a few years ago — stands the Quarry House, a handsome old red-brick mansion, " described as more Jacobean than Elizabethan," built in the form of a capital E, each storey slightly receding behind the front level of that beneath it, the top tapering into pretty gables, the effect being enhanced by heavy buttresses. There is a dreadful legend of the ancient people of Strood common to several other parts of the kingdom, e.g. Auster in Dorsetshire, which the quaint and diligent Lambarde, quoting from Polydore Virgil, evidently regarded as serious, and takes immense pains to confute ! It relates to St. Thomas a Becket and his contention with King Henry H., whereby he began to be looked upon as the King's enemy, and as such began to be " so commonly neglected, contemned, and hated : — " That when as it happened him upon a time to come to Stroude, the Inhabitants thereabouts (being desirous to dis- pite that good Feather) sticked not to cut the tail from the horse on which he road, binding themselves thereby with a perpetuall reproach : for afterward (by the will of God) it so happened, that every one which came of that kinrcd of men \ ^. 214 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. which plaied that naughty prank, were borne with tails, even as brute beasts be." Surely had the credulous historian lived in Darwinian times, he might have recorded this as a splendid instance of " degeneration " ! In a lecture delivered here some years ago, the Rev. Canon At - - Tctajsle otToo4if? V Scott Robertson, Editor of Archceologia Caiitiaita, gave a graphic picture of " Strood in the Olden Times." To this we are much indebted for the opportunity of giving an abstract of several of the most interesting details. In the thirteenth century Strood and Rochester were the scene of a severe struggle between Simon de Montfort, Earl CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 215 of Leicester, the leader of the Barons in their war against Henry III. to resist the aggressive encroachments of the King on the Hberties of the subject, and the supporters of that monarch. Simon de Montfort, who was a Strood landowner, and possessed of other large properties in Kent, took the lead, followed by several other nobles, in the siege of Rochester. Their first obstacle was the fortified gate-house at the Strood €nd of Rochester Bridge, and for some time their efforts were in vain, till at length, by means of small ships filled with inflammable matter, set on fire and driven towards the centre of the wooden bridge, causing " actual or expected ignition of the timbers," the King's soldiers were dismayed and retreated. The Earl of Gloucester simultaneously reached the south end 2i6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of the city, and the Barons took possession thereof, sacking the town, monastery, and Cathedral Church. The garrison of the Castle shut themselves up in the strong Norman Keep, and held it till relieved by Prince Edward, the King's son. The Castle was subsequently taken by Simon de Montfort after the Battle of Lewes (1264), where Henry III. was taken prisoner and brought to Rochester, and a Proclamation was issued transferring the custody of the Royal Castle to the Barons. At the Battle of Evesham (1265) Simon de Montfort was slain ; and the King, on becoming master of the situation, imposed a fine, equivalent to about ^^"1,500 of our money, on Strood, because it was the headquarters of Simon during his assault on Rochester. The fine caused much ill-feeling between the two towns, which lasted until the reign of Edward I. Such was Strood in the olden times. Long years have since passed, and the amenities of an industrial age have succeeded to these turmoils. The town of Strood appears to be flourishing, and now possesses large engineering works, cement "manufactories, flour mills, and other extensive industries. Allusion has been previously made to a very entertaining brochtcre, entitled Charles Dickens and Rochester, by Mr. Robert Langton, F. R. Hist. Soc. of Manchester (himself, we believe, a Rochester man). In it there is scarcely any reference to Strood, although the sister-town, Chatham, is freely mentioned. Our enquiries at Strood, on the Tuesday and subsequently, resulted in the discovery of many most interesting memorials of Charles Dickens in connection with that town, enough almost to fill a small volume. There was CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 217 a general impression that Dickens had no great Hking for Strood, and yet it was a doctor from that town who was one of his most intimate friends, and who attended him in his last illness ; it was a builder in Strood who executed most of the alterations and repairs at Gad's Hill Place ; it was a Strood contractor who gave him the souvenir of old Rochester Bridge ; it was at Strood that an eminent local scientist lived, who was incidentally, but very importantly, associated with him in the movement connected with the Guild of Literature and Art ; and it was at a quiet roadside inn at Strood that he sometimes called to refresh himself after one of those long walks, alone or with friends, for which he was famous. Let us reverse the order of the above, and give a recollec- tion from the last-mentioned. The " Crispin and Crispianus " is a very old-fashioned inn, which stands on the north side of the London road just out of Strood, and was, as we w^ere informed, erected some centuries ago. It is a long building, of brick below, wdth an overhanging upper floor and weather- boarded front, surmounted by a single dormer window. The sanded floor of the common parlour is, as the saying goes, " as clean as a new pin." Round the room is a settle terminating with arms at each side of the door, which is opposite the fireplace. Mrs. Masters, the cheerful and obliging landlady, who has lived here thirty years, describes Dickens to us (as we sit in the seat he used now and then to occupy), when on one of his walks, as habited in low shoes not over-well mended, loose large check-patterned trousers that sometimes got entangled in the shoes when walking, a brown coat thrown open, sometimes without waistcoat, a belt instead of braces, a necktie which now and then got round towards his ear, and a large-brimmed felt hat, similar to an 2l8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. American's, set well at the back of his head. In his hand he carried by the middle an umbrella, which he was in the habit of constantly swinging, and if he had dogs (a not unfrequent occurrence), he had a small whip as well. He walked in the middle of the road at a rapid pace, upright, but with his eyes cast down as if in deep thought. When he called at the Crispin for refreshment, usually a glass of ale (mild sixpenny — bitter ale was not drawn in those days), or a little cold brandy and water, he walked straight in, and sat down at the corner of the settle on the right-hand side where CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 219 the arm is, opposite the fire-place ; he rarely spoke to any one, but looked round as though taking in everything at a glance. (In David Copperfield he says, " I looked at nothing, that I know of, but I saw everything.") Once he and a friend were sheltering there during a thunderstorm (by a coincidence, a storm occurs at the time we are here), and while Dickens stood looking out of the window he saw opposite a poor woman with a baby, who appeared very worn, wet, and travel-stained. She too was sheltering from the rain. " Call her in here," said Dickens. Mrs. Masters obeyed. " Now," said he, " draw her some brandy." ... " How much } " she asked. " Never mind," he answered, " draw her some." The landlady drew her four-pennyworth, the quantity generally served. " Now," said Dickens to the woman, " drink that up," which she did, and soon seemed refreshed. Dickens gave her a shilling, and remarked to Mrs. Masters that " now she will go on her way rejoicing." The story .is a trivial one, but the units make the aggregate, and it sufficiently indicates his kindness of heart and thoughtfulness for others. In some of his walks Dickens was accompanied either by his sister-in-law. Miss Hogarth, or by friends who were staying at " Gad's " (or the " Place," as it was sometimes called). Mrs. Masters, whose recollections of Dickens are very vivid, said — " Lor ! we never thought much about him when he was alive ; it was only when his death took place that we understood what a great man he was." Alas ! it is not the first instance that " a prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house." The news of his death was a great shock to Mrs. Masters, who heard of it from 220 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Edward, son of Mr. W. S. Trood, the landlord of the Sir John'Falstaff, as he was bearing the intelligence to Rochester within half-an-hour after the event. In passing we should mention, that the Crispin and Cris- pianus has been immortalized in the chapter on " Tramps," in The Uncommercial Traveller^ where, in reference to the handicrafts of certain tramps, Dickens imagines himself to be a travelling clockmaker, and after adjusting " t ould clock " in the keeper's kitchen, " he sees to something wrong with the bell of the turret stable clock up at the Hall [Cobham Hall]. . . . Our task at length accomplished, we should be taken into an enormous servants'-hall, and there regaled with beef and bread, and powerful ale. Then, paid freely, we should be at liberty to go, and should be told by a pointing helper to keep round over yinder by the blasted ash, and so straight through the woods till we should see the town-lights right afore us. . . . So should we lie that night at the ancient sign of the Crispin and Crispianus [at Strood], and rise early next morning to be betimes on tramp again." ^ ^ Since our tramp in Dickens-Land, Messrs. Winch and Sons have, with liberality and good taste, restored the old sign at this historic hostelry with which the memory of Charles Dickens is associated. It has been suggested that the sign may possibly have had its origin from the Battle of Agincourt fought on the day of '' Saints Crispin-Crispian," 25th October, 141 5. Victories in more recent times have been thus com- memorated on sign-boards, such as the Vigo expedition, and the fights at Portobello, Trafalgar, Waterloo, Alma, and elsewhere, and the heroes who won them thus celebrated. The sign, which is very well painted, represents the patron saints of the shoe-making fraternity, the holy brothers, Crispin and Crispian, at work on their cobbler's bench. The legend runs that it was at Soissons, in the year 287, while they were so employed " labouring with their hands," that they were seized by the emissaries of the Emperor Maximinian, and led awGy to torture and to death. The sign is understood to have been faithfully copied from a well-known work preserved to this day, at the CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 221 We are also indebted to Mrs. Masters for an introduction to our next informant, Mr. J. Couchman, master-builder and undertaker of Strood, who, though advanced in years and tried by illness, is very free and chatty ; and from him and his son we obtained some interesting facts. He had worked for Charles Dickens at Gad's Hill Place, from the date of his going there (" which," says Mr. Couchman, " was on Whitsun Monday, 1856,") until the nth June, 1870, two days after the sad occurrence " which eclipsed the gaiety of nations." From Mr. Couchman's standpoint as a tradesman, it is interesting to record his experience of Dickens in his own words. " Mr. Dickens," he says, " was always very straight- forward, honourable, and kind, and paid his bills most regu- larly. The first work I did for him was to make a dog- kennel ; I also put up the chalet at Gad's Hill. When it was forwarded from London, which was by water, Mr. Fechter [whose name he did not at first remember] sent a Frenchman to assist in the erection. The chalet consisted of ninety-four pieces, all fitting accurately together like a puzzle. The Frenchman did not understand it, and could not make out the fitting of the pieces. So I asked Mr. Henry [Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens, the novelist's sixth son, the present Re- corder of Deal] if he understood French. He said * Yes,' and told me the names of the different pieces, and I managed it without the Frenchman, who stayed the night, and went away next day." In conversation, we suggest that the circum- stance of the chalet having been made in Switzerland may have embarrassed the Frenchman, he not having been accus- tomed to that kind of work. In his letter to Forster of the church of St. Pantaleon at Troyes. — Abstract of a note in the Rochester and Chatham Jour7ial^ October 5th, 1889. 222 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. 7th June, 1865, Dickens says: — "The chalet is going on excellently, though the ornamental part is more slowly put together than the substantial. It will really be a very pretty thing ; and in the summer (supposing it not to be blown away in the spring), the upper room will make a charming study. It is much higher than we supposed." Mr. Couchman also took down the chalet after Charles Dickens's death, and erected it at the Crystal Palace at Sydenham, where it remained for a short time, and was subsequently presented to the Earl of Darnley by several members of the Dickens family. His lordship afterwards ordered him to fit it up at Cobham Hall, where, as previously stated, it now stands. The woods of which it is constructed he believed to be Baltic oak and a kind of pine, the lighter parts being of maple or sycamore. We saw it subsequently. Several contracts were entered into by Mr. Couchman with Charles Dickens for the extension and modification of Gad's Hill Place, notably during the year i86r. We are favoured with a sight of an original specification signed by both parties, which is as follows : — " Specification of works proposed to be done at Gad's Hill House, Higbam, for C. Dickens, Esq. " Bricklayer. — To take off slates and copings and heighten brick walls and chimneys, and build No. 2 new chimneys with stock and picking bricks laid in cement. No. 2 chimney bars, to cope gable ends with old stone. No. 2 hearthstones. No. 2 plain stone chim- ney-pieces. No. 2 — 2 ft. 6 in. Register stoves. To lath and plaster ceiling, side walls, and partitions with lime and hair two coats, and set to slate the new roof with good countess slates and metal nails. ^^ Carpenter. — To take off roof, to lay floor joist with 7 x 2J in. yellow battens ; to fix roof, ceilmg, joist and partitions of good fir CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 223 timber, 4 ft. x 2 ft. ; to use old timber that is sound and fit for use ; to close board roof, lead flat and gutters ; to lay i in. x 9 in. white deal floors, to skirt rooms with 8 in. x | in. deal ; to fix No. 4 pairs of if in. sashes and frames for plate-glass as per order. All the sashes to have weights and pulleys for ope?ting. To fix No. 2 — 6 ft. 6 in. x 2 ft. 6 in. I J in., four panel doors, and encase frames with all neces- sary mouldings ; to fix window linings, and i J in. square framings and doors for No. 2 dressing-rooms ; to fix No. 2, 7 in. rim locks. No. 2 box latches, sash fastenings, sash weights, to fix 4 in. O. G. iron eaves, gutter with cistern heads, and 3 in. iron leading pipes. '^Plumber, Glazier, and Painter. — To take up old lead guttering, and lay new gutters and lead flats with 61b. lead, ridge and flushings with 51b. lead; to paint all wood and iron-work that requires painting 4 coats in oil, the windows to be glazed with good plate glass ; to paper rooms and landings when the walls are dry with paper of the value of i^. (id. per piece, the old lead to be the property of the plumber. The two cisterns to be carried up and replaced on new roof,, the pipes attached to them to be lengthened as required by the altera- tions ; and a water tap to be fitted in each dressiiig-room. " All old materials not used and rubbish to be carted away by the contractor. All the work to be completed in a sound and workman- like manner to the satisfaction of C. Dickens, Esq., for the sum of ^241. The roof to be slated and flat covered with lead in one month from commencing the work. The whole to be completed — paper excepted — and all rubbish cleared away by the 30th day of November, 1861. "(Signed) J. Couchman, " Builder. ''High Street, St rood, " Sep. 20th, 1 86 1." Then follows in Dickens's own handwriting : — " The above contract I accept on the stipulated conditions ; the specified time, in co7fwion ivith all the other conditions, to be strictly observed. "(Signed) Ch.arles Dickens. '' Gad's Hill Place, ' ' Saturday, 2 1 st Sep. ,1861." 224 A WEEK'S TRAMP LV DICKENS-LAND. What is most interesting to notice in the above specifica- tion, is the careful way in which Dickens appears to have mastered all the details, and the very sensible interlineations given in italics which he made, (i) as to the sashes and weights, (2) as to the two cisterns, and especially (3) in the final memorandum as to time. It is also worthy of remark, that the work was completed in the specified time, the bill duly sent in, and the next day Dickens sent a cheque for the amount. Another contract, amounting to £ig% was executed by Mr. Couchman, for extensions at Gad's Hill. On its completion, Mr. Dickens paid him by two cheques. He went up to London to the Bank (Coutts's in the Strand) to cash them. The clerk just looked at the cheques, the signature apparently being very familiar to him, and then put the usual question — " How will you have it ? " to which he replied, " Notes, please." It appears that, as is frequently the case in large establish- ments, orders were sometimes given by the servants for work which the master knew nothing about until the bill was presented ; and to prevent this, Dickens issued instructions to the tradesmen that they were not to execute any work for him without his written authority. The following is an illustration of this new arrangement : — "Gad's Hill Place, "Hicham by Rochester, Kent. *' Thursday, ^th Nov., 1858. " Mr. Couchman, " Please to ease the coach-house doors, and to put up some pegs, agreeably to George Belcher's directions. "Charles Dickens." CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 225 It should be mentioned that George Belcher was the coach- man at the time. Mr. Couchman recalls an interesting custom that was maintained at Gad's Hill. There were a number of tin check plates, marked respectively 3/), which he characterizes as "repulsive and indecent." The most important communication made to us by Mr. Roach Smith is that contained in volume ii. of his recently published Reminiscences and Retrospections^ Social and Archceo- logical, 1886. As this interesting work may not be generally accessible, it is as well to quote the passage intact. It has reference to the Guild of Literature and Art, for the promotion of which Dickens, Lord Lytton, John Forster, Mark Lemon, John Leech, and others, gave so much valuable time and energy, in addition to liberal pecuniary support. The follow- ing is the extract : — " Of Mr. Dodd I knew much. He was one of my earliest friends when I lived in Liverpool Street — I may say, one of my earliest patrons ; and the intimacy continued up to his death, a few years since. The story of his connection with the movement for a dramatic college, and of his rapid separation from it, a deposition by order of the projectors and directors, forms a curious episode in the history of our friendship ; and especially so, as I had an important, though unseen, part to sustain. "In the summer of 1858 I was summoned to Mr. Dodd's residence at the City Wharf, New North Road, Hoxton, to give consent to be a trustee, with Messrs. Cobden and Bright, for five acres of land, which Mr. Dodd was about to give for the building of a dramatic college, which had been resolved on at a public meeting, held on the 21st of July in this year, CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 233 in the Princess's Theatre, Mr. Charles Kean acting as chairman. ' I give this most freely/ said Mr. Dodd to me, ' for it is to the stage I am indebted for my education ; to it I owe what- soever may be good in me.' That there was much good in him, thousands can testify ; and thousands yet to come will be evidence to his benevolence. Of course, I felt pleased in being selected to act as a trustee for this gift. I conceived, and I suppose I was correct, that Mr. Dodd intended that his gift was strictly for a dramatic college, and for no other purpose, then or thereafter. Having expressed my willingness and resolution to be faithful to the trust, I said, 'I presume, Mr. Dodd, you stipulate for a presentation } ' He looked rather surprised ; and asked his solicitor, who sat by him, how they came to overlook this 1 Both of them directly agreed that this simple return should be required. " I must leave such of my readers as feel inclined, to search in the public journals for the correspondence between the directors and Mr. Dodd up to the 13th of January, 1859, when, at a meeting held in the Adelphi Theatre, Lord Tenterden in the chair, it was stated that Mr. Dodd evinced, through his solicitor, a disposition to fence round his gift with legal restrictions and stipulations, which apprised the committee of coming difficulty ; and the meeting unanimously agreed to decline Mr. Dodd's offer of land. Previously and subsequently to this, Mr. Dodd was most discourteously commented on and attacked in the newspapers, the editors of which, how- ever, sided with him. I was told that the stipulation for a presentation was the great offence ; but I should think that the provision made against the improper use of the land must have been the real grievance. In the very last letter I received from Mr. Dodd, not very long anterior to his death. 234 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. he says that Mark Lemon told him that Charles Dickens had said he had never occasion to repent but of two things, one being his conduct to Mr. Dodd. That Dickens, Thackeray, and others sincerely believed they were taking the best steps for accomplishing their benevolent object, there can be no doubt ; their judgment, not their heart, was wrong. The scheme was based upon a wrong principle, as was shown by its collapse in less than twenty years, after the expenditure of very large subscriptions, and the patronage of the Queen. Articles in The Era of the 22nd July, 1877, leave no doubt, while they clearly reveal the causes of failure." It may be mentioned that the Mr. Henry Dodd above referred to, appears to have been a large city contractor, or something of that kind. According to Mr. Roach Smith, what with him led on to fortune was a long and heavy fall of snow, which had filled the streets of the city of London, and rendered traffic impossible. The city was blocked by snow, and there was no remedy at hand. Mr. Dodd boldly under- took a contract to remove the mighty obstruction in a given time. This he did thoroughly and within the limited number of days. Afterwards he appears to have undertaken brick- making and other works on a very large scale. In the opinion of Mr. Roach Smith, Mr. Dodd was the origin of the " golden dustman " in Oiir Mutual Friend, whom every reader of Dickens remembers as Mr. Nicodcmus, alias Noddy Boffin. Speaking of Dickens's readings, our informant relates a conversation with Charles Dickens's sixth son, Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens. The former gentleman asked the latter whose model he took } " Oh, my father's," said Mr. Henry Dickens. CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 235 " I would not take any man's model," said Mr. Roach Smith, " I would take my own." And judging from the perfect intonation and thoroughly musical rhythm of his voice, there is no doubt whatever that his model, whoever it may have been, was one of very high standard. We have since learnt that Mr. Roach Smith is the President of the Strood Elocution Society, an almost unique institution of its kind. It has been established upwards of thirteen years ; and at the weekly meetings " the various readers are subjected to an exhaustive and salutary criticism by the members present." Mr. Roach Smith has always taken immense interest in the progress of this Society. Miss Dickens occa- sionally helped at the above meetings. Mr. Roach Smith kindly favours us w^ith the following extract from the third and forthcoming volume of his Retro- specticns with reference to the late Mr. J. H. Ball, of Strood, which may appropriately be here introduced : — "Although I have said that I was the gainer by our ac- quaintance, yet now and then I had a chance of serving him. Soon after the death of the great novelist, Charles Dickens, and when people were speculating as to what would become of his residence at Gad's Hill, Mr. Ball, wishing to purchase it, commissioned me to call on the executrix. Miss Hogarth, and offer ten thousand pounds, for which he had written a cheque. I accordingly went, and sent in my card. Miss Hogarth, fortunately, could not see me ; she was hastening to catch the train for London, the carriage being at the door, and not a moment to be lost ; but she would be happy to see me on her return in a day or two. I then wrote to Mr. Forster, the other executor ; and received a reply that the place was not for sale. I kept him ignorant of the sum that 236 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Mr. Ball was willing to give, and thus saved my friend some thousands of pounds, ... for the house and land were not worth half the money." After some further conversation with our kind octogenarian friend, who insists on showing us hospitality notwithstanding old . • ^^,^ ^tVooct- his sufferings from a trying illness, we take our departure with many pleasant memories of .our visit.^ ^ This was written soon after our first visit to Strood at the end of August, 1888. Within little more than two years afterwards, on Thursday, 7th August, 1890, I had the mournful pleasure of being present at the funeral of my friend, which took place at P^rindsbury Church on that day, CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 237 We have, after one or two unsuccessful attempts, the good fortune to meet with Mr. Stephen Steele, M.R.C.S. and L.S.A., in the presence of the sorrowing relatives and of a large concourse of admirers, both local and from a distance. There were also present many- representatives of distinguished scientific societies, including Dr. John Evans, F.R.S., Treasurer of the Royal Society, and President of the Society of Antiquaries. The kindness which I received from Mr. Roach Smith, to whom I presented myself in the first instance as a perfect stranger, and which was extended during the period of two years that I was privileged to enjoy his friendship, and at times his hospitality, would be ill requited if I did not here place on record my humble tribute of appreciation. Born about the commencement of the present century at Landguard Manor House, near Shanklin, Isle of Wight, after a somewhat diversified educa- tion and experience, he finally settled in London as a wholesale druggist, from which business he retired in 1856, and came to live at Temple Place, Strood. The bent of his mind was, however, distinctly in favour of archaeology, and in this science, which he commenced in the early years of his business, his work has been enormous. In the matter of the identi- fication of Roman remains he was facile princeps., and for many years stood without a rival, his investigations and explorations extending over England and Europe. His principal works are Collectanea Antigua, seven volumes ; Illustrations of Roman London; Catalogue of London Afttiquities ; Richborough, Reculver, and Lynme, and numberless contri- butions scattered over the journal of the Society of Antiquaries, the ArchcEologia Ca?itiana, and other publications. He was an enthusiastic Shakespearean, the author of the Rural Life of Shakespeare^ and of a little work on The Scarcity of Home- Grown Fruits. He also published two volumes of Retrospections : Social and ArchcEological, and was engaged at his death in completing the third volume. He contributed many articles to Dr. William Smith's Classical Dictionaries, and other similar works. He was elected a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries so far back as 1836, and at the time of his death was an Honorary Member or Fellow of at least thirty learned societies of a kindred nature in Great Britain and on the continent, and had been honoured by his colleagues and admirers in having his medal struck on two occasions. " He was," says one of the highest of living scientists and writers, " one of the chief representatives of the science of archaeology as understood in its broadest and widest sense. He has never been a mere collector of remains of ancient art, regarded only as curiosities, but has always had in view their use as exponents of the great unwritten history — the history of 238 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of Bridge House, Esplanade, Strood, who was admitted a member of the medical profession so far back as the year 1 83 1, and has therefore been in practice nearly sixty years. It will be remembered that this experienced surgeon was sent for by Miss Hogarth, to see Dickens in his last illness. He is good enough to go over and describe to us in graphic and sympathetic language the whole of the circumstances attend- ing that sorrowful event. Previously to doing so, he gives us some interesting details of his recollections of Charles Dickens. Dr. Steele had occupied the onerous post of Chairman of the Liberal Association at Rochester for thirty years, and believes that in politics Dickens was a Liberal, for he frequently prefaced his remarks in conversation with him on any subject of passing interest by the expression, " We Liberals, you know — " As a matter of fact, Dickens discharged his conscience of his political creed in the remarks which followed his address the people — which is not to be obtained from other sources ; his writings have tended to the same end. Hence he stands as one of the foremost amongst those few of the present day who understand the science in its best and widest sense, his works being referred to as the authority at home and abroad." Speaking with his friend and companion for many years, Mr. George Payne, F.S.A., Hon. Sec. to the Kent Archaeological Society, on my last visit, about several personal characteristics of our mutual friend, such as his persistent energy and his indomitable disposition to stoically resist the infirmities of approaching age, and dechne any assistance in helpless- ness, and especially as to the qucestw vexafa, " Bill Stumps, his mark," Mr. Payne expressed his opinion, that at the bottom of his heart Mr. Roach Smith may probably have had a feeling that Dickens in some way (however unintentionally) slighted the science of archaeology, which he (Mr. Roach Smith) had all his life tried to elevate. A most distinguished antiquarian, a thoroughly honourable man, a versatile and accomplished gentleman, and a kind-hearted and liberal friend, the town of Strood, to which he was for so many years endeared, will long and deservedly mourn his loss. CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 239 as President of the Birmingham and Midland Institute,^ de- Hvered 27th September, 1869, when he said — "My pohtical creed is contained in two articles, and has no reference to any party or persons. My faith in the ' people governing ' is, on the whole, infinitesimal; my faith in the 'people governed' is, on the whole, illimitable." At a subsequent visit to Birmingham on the 6th January, 1870, when giving out the * It is interesting to place on record here, that the germ of Chades Dickens's "Readings," which afterwards developed so marvellously both in England and America, originated in Birmingham. On the 27th of December, 1853, he read his Christmas Carol in the Town Hall in aid of the funds of the Institute. On the 29th he read The Cricket oji the Hearth, and on the 30th he repeated the Carol to an audience principally composed of working men. The success was overwhelming. 240 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. prizes at the Institute, he further emphasized his political faith in these words : — " When I was here last autumn, I made a short confession of my political faith — or perhaps, I should better say, want of faith. It imported that I have very little confidence in the people who govern us — please to observe ' people ' with a small ' p,' — but I have very great con- fidence in the People whom they govern — please to observe ' People ' with a large * P.' " A few days after Charles Dickens's first visit, my friend Mr. Howard S. Pearson, Lecturer on English Literature at the Institute, addressed a letter to him on the subject of the remarks at the conclusion of his Presidential Address, and promptly received in reply the following communication, which Mr. Pearson kindly allows me to print, emphasizing his (Dickens's) observations : — '' Gad's Hill Place, " HiGHAM BY Rochester, Kent. " Wednesday, 6th October, 1869. " Sir, "You are perfectly right in your construction of my meaning at Birmingham. If a capital P be put to the word People in its second use in the sentence, and not in its first, I should suppose the passage next to impossible to be mis- taken, even if it were read without any reference to the whole spirit of my speech and the whole tenor of my writings. " Faithfully yours, "Charles Dickens. " H. S. Pearson, Esquh^e." Dr. Steele had dined several times at Gad's Hill Place, and was impressed with Dickens's wonderful powers as a host. He CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. i^i never absorbed the whole of the conversation to himself, but listened attentively when his guests were speaking, and endeavoured, as it were, to draw out any friends who were not generally talkative. He liked each one to chat about his own hobby in which he took most interest. Our informant was also present at Gad's Hill Place at several theatrical entertainrnents, and especially remembers some charades being given. After the performance of the latter was over, Dickens walked round among his guests in the drawing-room, and enquired if any one could guess the " word." Says the doctor, " We never seemed to do so, but there was always a hearty laugh when we were told what it was. There was a good deal of company at Gad's Hill at Christmas time." A propos of private theatricals at Gad's Hill Place, Mr. T. Edgar Pemberton, in Charles Dickens and the Stage, calls attention to the fact that " Mr. Clarkson Stanfield's Light- house Act drop subsequently decorated the walls of Gad's Hill Place ; and although it took the painter less than a couple of days to execute, fetched a thousand guineas at the famous Dickens Sale in 1870." A cloth painted for The Frozen Deep, which was the next and last of these pro- ductions, also had a foremost place in the Gad's Hill picture- gallery. Dr. Steele mentions a conversation once with Dickens about Gad's Hill and Shakespeare's description of it. He (the doctor) considers that Shakespeare could not have described it so accurately if he had not been there, and Dickens agreed with him in this opinion. Possibly he may have stayed at the *■' Plough," which was an inn on the same spot as, or close to, the " Falstaff." The place must have been much wooded at that time, and Shakespeare might have been there on his way R 242 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. to Dover. A note in the Rochester and Chatham Journal^ 1883, states that "Shakespeare's company made a tour in Sussex and Kent in the summer of 1597." Dr. Steele, in common with his friend Charles Dickens, strongly deprecated the action of certain parties in Rochester, by voting at a public meeting something to this effect : — " That the Theatre was an irreligious kind of institution, and, in the opinion of the meeting, it ought to be closed." The doctor observes that Dickens was not much of a Church-goer. He went occasionally to Higham, and used to give the vicar assistance for the poor and distressed. Dickens and Miss Hogarth asked Dr. Steele to point out objects of charity worthy of relief, and they gave him money for distribution. He remarks that Dickens did not care much about asso- ciating with the local residents, going out to dinners, &c. Most of the principal people of Rochester would have been glad of the honour of his presence as a guest, but he rarely accepted invitations, preferring the quietude of home."" As regards readings, our informant says he is under the impression that Dickens must have had some lessons or hints from some one of experience (possibly his friend Fechter, the actor), as he noticed from time to time a regular improvement, which was permanently maintained. On the subject of the American War, he thinks Dickens's sympathies were de- cidedly with the South. With respect to the American Readings, Dr. Steele expresses his opinion that the excite- ment, fatigue, and worry consequent thereon had considerably shortened Dickens's life, if it had not pretty well killed him. ^ Miss Hogarth informs me that her brother-in-law frequently dined out in the neighbourhood, accompanied by his daughter and herself. CHARLES DICKENS AND STROOD. 243 He considered him a most genial sort of man ; " he always looked you straight in the face when speaking." Before referring to the closing chapter in Dickens's life, we have some interesting talk respecting Venesection, — a propos of that memorable occasion on the ice at Dingley Dell, when "Mr. Benjamin Allen was holding a hurried consultation with Mr. Bob Sawyer on the advisability of bleeding the company generally, as an improving little bit of professional practice," — and Dr. Steele gives us his opinion thereon, and on some points connected with the medical profession. He was a student of Guy's and St. Thomas's Hospitals, and was under the distinguished physicians Drs. Addison and Elliotson. He considered the characters of Bob Sawyer and Ben Allen not at all overdrawn. They were good representations of the medical students of those days. He believed the practice of Venesection commenced to be general about the year 181 1, for his father was a medical practitioner before him, and he does not remember his (the father's) telling him that he practised it before that time. Says our friend, " We used to bleed regularly in my young days, and in cases of pneumonia and convulsions we never thought of omitting to bleed. We should have considered that to have done so would have been a grave instance of irregular practice. And," he adds, " I bleed in cases of convulsions now." The doctor did not think well of the change at the time, but, speaking generally, he says Venesection had had its turn, and has now given place, to other treatment. The events in connection with the fatal illness of Dickens are then touchingly related as follows : — " I was sent for on Wednesday, the eighth of June, 1870, to attend at Gad's Hill Place, and arrived about 6.30 p.m. I found 244 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Dickens lying on the floor of the dining-room in a fit. He was unconscious, and never moved. The servants brought a couch down, on which he was placed. I applied clysters and other remedies to the patient without effect. Miss Hogarth, his sister-in-law, had already sent a telegram (by the same messenger on horseback who summoned me) to his old friend and family doctor, Mr. Frank Beard, who arrived about midnight. He relieved me in attendance at that time, and I came again in the morning. There was unhappily no change in the symptoms, and stertorous breath- ing, which had commenced before, now continued. In con- versation Miss Hogarth and the family expressed them- selves perfectly satisfied with the attendance of Mr. Beard and myself. I said, 'That may be so, and we are much obliged for your kind opinion ; but we have a duty to per- form, not only to you, my dear madam, and the family of Mr. Dickens, but also to the public. What will the public say if we allow Charles Dickens to pass away without further medical assistance "i Our advice is to send for Dr. Russell Reynolds.' Mr. Beard first made the suggestion. " The family reiterated their expression of perfect satisfac- tion with the treatment of Mr. Beard and myself, but imme- diately gave way. Dr. Russell Reynolds was sent for, and came in the course of the day. This eminent physician with- out hesitation pronounced the case to be hopeless. He said at once on seeing him, * He cannot live.' And so it proved. At a little past 6 o'clock on Thursday, the 9th of June, 1870, Charles Dickens passed quietly away without a word — about twenty-four hours after the seizure." Such is the simple narrative which the kind-hearted octogenarian surgeon, whom it is a delightful pleasure to pjft''^/' 246 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. meet and converse with, communicates to us, and then cordially wishes us " good-bye." ****** There is an annual pleasure fair at Strood, instituted, it is said, so far back as the reign of Edward III. It takes place during three days in the last week of August, and as it is going on while we are on our tramp, we just look in for a few minutes, the more especially as we were informed by Mr. William Ball, and others who had seen him, that Dickens used to be very fond of going there at times in an appropriate disguise, where perhaps he may have seen the prototype of the famous " Doctor Marigold." The fair is now held on a large piece of waste ground near the Railway Station. There are the usual set-out of booths, " Aunt Sallies," shooting-galleries, " Try your weight and strength, gentle- men " machines, a theatre, with a tragedy and comedy both performed in about an hour, and hot-sausage and gingerbread stalls in abundance. But the deafening martial music poured forth from a barrel-organ by means of a steam-engine, belonging to the proprietor of a huge " Merry-go-round," and the wet and muddy condition of the ground from the effects of the recent thunderstorm, make us glad to get away. A MYSTERIOUS DICKENS-ITEM. Mr. C. D. Levy, Auctioneer, etc., of Strood, was good enough to lend me what at first sight, and indeed for some time afterwards, was supposed to be a most unique Dickens-item. It came into his possession in this way. At the sale of Charles Dickens's furniture and effects, which took place at Gad's Hill in 1870, Mr. Levy was authorized by a customer A MYSTERIOUS DICKENS-ITEM. 247 to purchase Dickens's writing-desk, which, however, he was unable to secure. In transferring the desk to the pur- chaser at the time of the sale, a few old and torn papers tumbled out, and being considered of no value, were disre- garded and scattered. One of these scraps was picked up by Mr. Levy, and proved on further examination to be a sheet of headed note-paper having the stamp of " Gad's Hill Place, Higham by Rochester, Kent." — On the first page were a few rough sketches drawn with pen and ink, which greatly resem- bled some of the characters in The Mystery of Edzvin Drood — Durdles, Jasper, and Edwin Drood. At the side was a curious row of capital letters looking like a puzzle. On the second and third pages were short-hand notes, and on the fourth page a few lines written in long-hand, continued on the next page, — wonderfully like Charles Dickens's own handwriting, — being the commencement of a speech wdth reference to a cricket match. The sheet of paper had evi- dently been made to do double duty, for after the sketches had been drawn on the front page, the sheet was put aside, and when used again was turned over, so that what ordinarily would have been page 4 became page i for the second object. No " Daniel " in Strood or Rochester had ever been able to decipher the mysterious hieroglyphics, or make known the interpretation thereof, during twenty years, or give any explanation of the sketches. But everybody thought that in some way or other they related to TJie Mystery of Edwin Drood — and possibly contained a clue to the solution of that exquisite fragment. So, as a student and admirer of Dickens, Mr. Levy kindly left the matter in my hands to make out what I could of it. Reference was accordingly had to several learned pundits in the short-hand systems of " Pitman," 248 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " Odell," and ** Harding," but without avail ; and eventually Mr. Gurney Archer, of 20, Abingdon Street, Westminster (successor to the old-established and eminent firm of Messrs. W. B. Gurney and Sons, who have been the short-hand writers to the House of Lords from time immemorial), kindly tran- scribed the short-hand notes, which referred to a speech relating to a cricket match, a portion of which had already been written out in long-hand, as above stated, — but there was not a word in the short-hand about Edwin Drood ! So far, one portion of the mystery had been explained — not so the sketches, which were still believed to contain the key to The Mystery of Edwin Drood. As a dernier ressort, application was made to the fountain-head — to Mr. Luke Fildes, R.A., the famous illustrator of that beautiful work. He received me most courteously, scrutinized the document closely ; we had a long chat about Edwin Drood generally, the substance of which has been given in a previous chapter — but he admitted that the sketches failed to give any solu- tion of the mystery. The document was subsequently sent by Mr. Kitton to Mrs. Perugini, who at once replied that it had caused some merriment when she saw it again, as she remembered it very well. It had been done by her brother, Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens, when a young man living at home at Gad's Hill — that the short-hand notes referred to his speech at a dinner after one of the numerous cricket matches held there, and that the sketches were rough portraits of some of the cricketers. The capital letters at the side referred to a double acrostic. The heads of the speech had been suggested by his father as being desirable to be brought before the cricket club, which at that time was in a rather drooping condition. A MYSTERIOUS DICKENS-ITEM. 249 Now although the original theory about this curious document entirely broke down, and not an atom has been added to what was already known about The Mystery of Edwin Drood, still there is one subject of much interest which the document has brought to light. The short-hand is the same system, " Gurney's," as that which Charles Dickens wrote as a reporter in his early newspaper days — a system not generally used now, but which he subsequently taught his son to write. Of the many sheets which Dickens covered with notes in days gone by not one remains. But there are two manuscripts by Dickens in Gurney's system of short-hand, now in the Dyce and Forster collection at South Kensington, which relate to some private matters in connection with pub- lishing arrangements. The document is certainly interesting from this point of view (/. e. the system which Dickens used), and from its reference to life at Gad's Hill, and especially to cricket, the favourite game mentioned many times in this book, in which the novelist took so much interest. Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens, with whom I had on another occasion some conversation on the subject of this souvenir of his youth at Gad's Hill, remarked that many more important issues had hung upon much more slender evi- dence. It was done about the year 1865-6, before he went to college. At our interview Mr. H. F. Dickens told me the details of the following touching incident which happened at one of the cricket matches at Gad's Hill. His father was as usual attired in flannels, acting as umpire and energetically taking the score of the game, when there came out from among the bystanders a tall, grizzled, and sun-burnt Sergeant of the Guards. The Sergeant walked straight up to Mr. Dickens, 250 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. saying, " May I look at you, sir ? " " Oh, yes ! " said the novelist, blushing up to the eyes. The Sergeant gazed intently at him for a minute or so, then stood at attention, gave the military salute, and said, " God bless you, sir." He then walked off and was seen no more. In recounting this anecdote, Mr. H. F. Dickens agreed with me that, reading between the lines, one can almost fancy some lingering reminiscences similar to those in the early experience of Private Richard Doubledick. CHAPTER IX. CHATHAM: — ST. MARY'S CHURCH, ORDNANCE TERRACE, THE HOUSE ON THE BROOK, THE MITRE HOTEL, AND FORT PITT. LANDPORT: — PORTSEA, HANTS. "The home of his infancy, to which his heart had yearned with an intensity of affection not to be described." — The Pickwick Papers. " I believe the power of observation in numbers of very young children to be quite wonderful for its closeness and accuracy. Indeed, I think that most grown men who are remarkable in this respect, may, with greater propriety, be said not to have lost the faculty than to have acquired it ; the rather, as I generally observe such men to retain a certain freshness, and gentleness, and capacity of being pleased, which are also an inheritance they have preserved from their childhood." — David Copperjield. The naval and military town of Chatham, unlike the Cathedral city of Rochester, has, at first sight, few attractions for the lover of Dickens. Mr. Phillips Bevan calls it " a dirty, unpleasant town devoted to the interests of soldiers, sailors, and marines." We are not disposed to agree entirely with him ; but we must admit that it has little of the picturesque to recommend it — no venerable Castle or Cathedral to attract attention, no scenes in the novels of much importance to visit, no characters therein of much interest to identify. Mr. Pickwick's own description of the four towns of Strood, Rochester, Chatham, and Brompton, certainly applies more nearly to Chatham than to the others; but things have 251 252 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. improved in many ways since the days of that veracious chronicler, as we are glad to testify : — " The principal productions of these towns," says Mr. Pickwick, " appear to be soldiers, sailors, Jews, chalk, shrimps, officers, and dockyard men. The commodities chiefly exposed for sale in the public streets are marine stores, hard-bake, apples, flat-fish, and oysters. The streets present a lively and animated appearance, occasioned chiefly by the conviviality of the military. . . . "The consumption of tobacco in these towns," continues Mr. Pickwick, "must be very great; and the smell which pervades the streets must be exceedingly delicious to those who are extremely fond of smoking. A superficial traveller might object to the dirt, which is their leading characteristic ; but to those who view it as an indication of traffic and commercial prosperity, it is truly gratifying." And yet for all this, there are circumstances to be noticed of the deepest possible interest connected with Chatham, and spots therein to be visited, which every pilgrim to " Dickens- Land " must recognize. At Chatham, — " my boyhood's home," as he affectionately calls it, — many of the earlier years of Charles Dickens (probably from his fourth to his eleventh) were passed ; here it was "that the most durable of his earlier impressions were received ; and the associations around him when he died were those which at the outset of his life had affected him most strongly." Admirers of the great novelist are much indebted to Mr. Robert Langton, F. R. Hist. Soc, for his Childhood and Youth of Charles Dickens, a book quite indispensable to a tramp in this neighbourhood, the charming illustrations by the late Mr. William Hull, the author, and others rendering the identifica- tion of places perfectly easy. Dickens says, " If anybody knows to a nicety where Rochester ends and Chatham begins, it is more than I do." " It's of no consequence," as Mr. CHATHAM- ST. MARY'S CHURCH. 253 Toots would say, for the High Street is one continuous thoroughfare, but as a matter of fact, a narrow street called Boundary Lane on the north side of High Street separates the two places. A few words of recapitulation as to early family history ^ ^ So far as I am aware, nothing has been done to trace the genealogy of the Dickens family, and it may therefore be of interest to place on record the title of, and an extract from, a very scarce and curious thin quarto volume (pp. I — 28) in my collection. Sir Walter Scott was immensely proud of his lineage and historical associations, but it would be a wonderful thing if we could trace the descent of Charles Dickens from King Edward III. In the Rambler in Worcestershii-e (Longmans, 1854), Mr. John Noake, the author, in alluding to the parish of Churchill, Worcestershire, says : — " The Dickens family of Bobbington were lords of this manor from 1432 to 1657, and it is said that from this family Mr. Dickens, the author, is descended." [Title.] A POSTHUMOUS POEM of the late Thomas Dickens, Esq., Lieut.-Colonel in the First Regiment of Foot Guards, Dedicated, by permission, to his Royal Highness, the Duke of Gloucester, to which is added The genealogy of the Author from King Edward III. ; also A few grateful stanzas to the Deity, three months previous to his death, Sep. 2\st, 1789. Cambridge : Printed by J. Archdeacon, Printer to the University. And may be had of the Editor, C. Dickens, LL.D., near Huntingdon, and of T. Payne and Son, Booksellers, London. MDCCXC. Above the title is written in ink : '' Peter Cowling to Charles Robert =54 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. may be useful here. John Dickens, who is represented as "a fine portly man," was a Navy pay-clerk, and Elizabeth his Dickens, 3rd son to Sam. Trevor Dickens, this loth August, 1807, and from said Chas. R. Dickens to his loved father, on the i6th June, ^ 1832/' [Extract.] Genealogy of the late Thomas Dickens, Esq. KING EDWARD III. Lionel, Duke of Clarence his Son Philippa, married to Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March his Daughter Roger, Earl of March her Son Ann, who married Richard, Duke of York and Earl of Cambridge his Daughter Richard, Duke of York her Son George, Duke of Clarence, brother to Edward IV. his Son Countess of Salisbury his Daughter Viscount Montague her Son Lady Barrington his Daughter Sir Francis Barrington her Son Lady Masham his Daughter William Masham, Esq. her Son Sir Francis Masham her Son Johanna Masham, who married Counsellor Hildesley his Daughter John Hildesley, Esq. her Son Mary Hildesley, who married the Reverend Samuel Dickens his Daughter Thomas Dickens, Esq., the Author her Son Opposite George, Duke of Clarence, is written in ink, " Drown'd in a Butt of Malmsey Madeira," and following Thomas Dickens, Esq., the Author, also written in ink — " Lieut.-Gen. Sir Saml. T. Dickens, K.C.H. his Son Capt. Saml. T. Dickens, R.N. his Son " And following the last-mentioned names written in pencil — "Admiral Samuel Trevor Dickens, R.N. Also written in pencil underneath the above — "qy. Charles Dickens the Novelist." my Son CHATHAM— ST. MARY'S CHURCH. 251; wife {fiee Barrow), who is described as " a dear good mother and a fine woman," the parents of the future genius, resided in the beginning of this century at 387, Mile End Terrace, Com- mercial Road, Landport, Portsea,^ " and is so far in Portsea as being in the island of that name." Here Charles Dickens was born, at twelve o'clock at night, on Friday, 7th February, 1812. He was the second child and eldest son of a rather numerous family consisting of eight sons and daughters, and was baptized at St. Mary's, Kingston (the parish church of Portsea), under the names of Charles John Hufif/^am ; the last of these is no doubt a misspelling, as the name of his grandfather, from whom he took it, was Huffam, but Dickens himself scarcely ever used it. In the old family Bible now in possession of Mr. Charles Dickens it is Huffam in his father's own handwriting. The Dickens family left Mile End Terrace on 24th June, 1812, and went to live in Hawke Street, Portsea, from w^hence, in consequence of a change in official duties of the elder Dickens, they removed to Chatham in 18 16 or 18 17, and resided there for six or seven years, until they went to live in London. Bearing these circumstances in mind, it is very natural that we should determine on an early pilgrimage to Chatham, and Sunday morning sees us at the old church — St. Mary's — where Dickens himself must often have been taken as a child, and where he saw the marriage of his aunt Fanny with James Lamert, a Staff Doctor in the Army, — the Doctor Slammer of Pickivick, — of whom Mr. Langton says : — " The regimental - In a copy — in my collection — of the second edition 8vo of " The History aitd Antiquities of Rochester and its Environs^ embellished with engravings (pp. i — xvii, i— 419), printed and sold by W. Wildash, Rochester, 1817," there occurs in the list of subscribers — about four hundred in number — the name : — Dickens Mr. John, Chatham. 256 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. surgeon's kindly manner, and his short odd way of expressing himself, still survive in the recollections of a few old people." Dr. Lamert's son James, by a former wife, was a great crony of young Charles Dickens, taking him to the Rochester theatre, and getting up private theatricals in which they both acted. Surely there is a faint description of those times in the second chapter oi David Copperfield : — St. Mary's Church, Chatham. '' Here is our pew in the church. What a high-backed pew 1 With a window near it, out of which our house can be seen, and is seen many times during the morning's service by Peggotty, who likes to make herself as sure as she can that it's not being robbed, or is not in flames. But though Peggotty's eye wanders, she is much offended if mine does, and frowns to me, as I stand upon the seat, that I am to look at the clergyman. But I can't always look at him — I know him without that white thing on, and I am afraid of his wondering why I stare so, and perhaps stopping the service to enquire — and what am I to do? It's a dreadful thing to gape, but I must do something. I look at my mother, but sJie pretends not to see me. I look at a boy in the aisle, and he makes faces at nie. I look at the CHATHAM— ORDNANCE TERRACE. 257 sunlight coming in at the open door through the porch, and there I see a stray sheep — I don't mean a sinner, but mutton — half making up his mind to come into the church. I feel that if I looked at him any longer, I might be tempted to say something out loud ; and what would become of me then ! " The church, now undergoing reconstruction, is not a very presentable structure, and has little of interest to recommend it, except a brass to a famous navigator named Stephen Borough, the discoverer of the northern passage to Russia (1584), and a monument to Sir John Cox, who was killed in an action with the Dutch (1672). The nameof Weller occurs on a gravestone near the church door. We cross the High Street, proceed along Railway Street, formerly Rome Lane, pass the Chatham Railway Station (near which is a statue of Lieutenant Waghorn, R.N., " pioneer and founder of the Overland Route," born at Chatham, 1800, and died 1850),'^ and find ourselves at Ordnance Terrace, a conspicuous row of two-storied houses, prominently situated on the higher ground facing us, beyond the Station. In one of these houses (No. 11 — formerly No. 2) the Dickens family resided from 1817 to 1821. The present occupier is a Mr. Roberts, who kindly allows us to inspect the interior. It has the dining-room on the left-hand side of the entrance and the drawing-room on the first floor, and is altogether a pleasantly- situated, comfortable, and respectable dwelling. No. 11, "the second house in the terrace," is overgrown with a Virginia creeper, which, from its possible association with Dickens's earliest years, may have induced him to plant the now 2 A most interesting paper entitled " The Life and Labours of Lieu- tenant Waghorn," 2,^^^^2iXtdL\n Household Words {^o. 21), August 17th, 1850. 258 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. magnificent one which exists at Gad's Hill. " Here it was," says Forster, " that his first desire for knowledge, and his greatest passion for reading, were awakened by his mother, who taught him the first rudiments, not only of English, but also, a Httle later, of Latin, She taught him regularly every day for a long time, and taught him, he was convinced, thoroughly well." Mr. Langton also says that " It was during his residence here that some of the happiest hours of the childhood of little Charles were passed, as his father was in a fairly good position in the Navy Pay Office, and they were a most genial, lovable family." Here it was that the theatrical entertainments and the genial parties took place, when, in addition to his brothers and sisters and his cousin, James Lamert, there were also present his friends and neighbours, George Stroughill, and Master and Miss Tribe- Mr. Langton further states that "Ordnance Terrace is known to have formed the locality and characters for some of the earlier Sketches by Bos." "The Old Lady" was a Miss Newnham, who lived at No. 5, and who was, by all accounts, very kind to the Dickens children. The " Half-pay Captain " was also a near neighbour, and he is supposed to have sup- plied one of the earliest characters to Dickens as a mere child. Some of the neighbours at the corner house next door (formerly No. i) were named Stroughill, — pronounced Stro'- hill (there was, it will be remembered, a Struggles at the famous cricket-match at All-Muggleton) — and the son, George, is said to have had some of the characteristics of Steerforth in David Copperfield. He had a sister named Lucy, probably the " Golden Lucy," from her beautiful locks, and who, accord- ing to Mr. Langton, "was the special favourite and little sweetheart of Charles Dickens." She was possibly the 26o A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. prototype of her namesake, in the beautiful story of the Wreck of the Golden Mary. About the year 1821 pecuniary embarrassments beset and tormented the Dickens family, which were afterwards to be " ascribed in fiction " in the histories of the Micawbers and the Dorrits, and the family removed to the House on the Brook. In order to follow their steps in perfect sequence, we have to The House on the Brook, Chatham. Where the Dickens Family lived 1821-3. return by the way we came from the church, cross the High Street, and proceed along Military Road, so as to visit the obscure dwelling, No. 18, St. Mary's Place, situated in the valley through which a brook, now covered over, flows from the higher lands adjacent, into the Medway. The House on the Brook — "plain-looking, whitewashed plaster front, and a small garden before and behind " — next door to the former Providence (Baptist) Chapel, now the CHATHAM— THE HOUSE ON THE BROOK. 261 Drill Hall of the Salvation Army, is a very humble and un- pretentious six-roomed dwelling, and of a style very different to the one in Ordnance Terrace. Here the Dickens family lived from 1821 to 1823. The Reverend William Giles, the Baptist Minister, father of Mr. William Giles, the school- master, formerly officiated at the chapel. This was the Mr. Giles who, when Dickens was half-way through Pickivick^ sent him a silver snuff-box, with an admiring inscription to the " Inimitable Boz." Dickens went to school at Mr. Giles's Giles's School, Chatham. Academy in Clover Lane (now Clover Street), Chatham, and boys of this and neighbouring schools were thus nicknamed : — "Baker's Bull-dogs, " Giles's Cats, " New Road Scrubbers, "Troy Town Rats." It was in the House on the Brook that he acquired those " readings and imaginings " which in " boyish recollections " he describes as having been brought away from Chatham : — 262 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " My father had left a small collection of books in a little room up-stairs, to which I had access (for it adjoined my own), and which nobody else in our house ever troubled. From that blessed little room Roderick Random, Peregrine Pickle, HumpJiry Clinker, Torn Jones^ The Vicar of Wakefield, Don Quixote, Gil Bias, and Robinson Crusoe, came out, a glorious host to keep me company. They kept alive my fancy, and my hope of something beyond that place and time, — they and the Arabian Nights, and the Tales of the Geriii, — and did me no harm ; for whatever harm was in some of them was not there for me. / knew nothing of it." It is very probable that his first literary effort, TJic Tragedy of Misnar, the Sultan of India, "founded" (says Forster), "and very literally founded, no doubt, on the Tales of the Genii',' was composed after perusal of some of the works above referred to, but it is to be feared that it was never even rehearsed. The circumstances of the family had so changed for the worse, that here were neither juvenile parties nor theatrical entertainments. A view from one of the upper windows of the house in St. Mary's Place gives the parish church and churchyard precisely as described in that pathetic little story, A Child's Dream of a Star. Charles Dickens was the child who "strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things," and his little sister Fanny — or his younger sister Harriet Ellen — was doubtless " his constant companion " referred to in the story. We leave with feelings of respect the humble but famous little tenement, its condition now sadly degraded ; proceed along the High Street, and soon reach "The Mitre Inn and Clarence Hotel," a solid-looking and comfortable house of CHATHAM— THE MITRE HOTEL. 263 entertainment, at which Lord Nelson and King William IV., when Duke of Clarence, frequently stayed, and (what is more to our purpose) where we find associations of Charles Dickens. There are a beautiful bowling-green and grounds at the back, approached by a series of terraces well planted with flowers, and the green is surrounded by fine elms which constitute quite an oasis in the desert of the somewhat prosaic Chatham. Mitre Inn, Chatham, The Mitre is thus immortalized in the " Guest's Story " of the Holly Tree Inn : — " There was an Inn in the Cathedral town where I went to school, which had pleasanter recollections about it than any of these. I took it next. It was the Inn where friends used to put up, and where we used to go to see parents, and to have salmon and fowls, and be tipped. It had an ecclesiastical sign — the * Mitre ' — and a bar that seemed to be the next best thing to a Bishopric, it was so snug. I loved the landlord's youngest daughter to distraction — but let that pass. It was in this Inn that I was cried over by my rosy little sister, 264 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. because I had acquired a black-eye in a fight. And though she had been, that holly-tree night, for many a long year where all tears are dried, the Mitre softened me yet." About the year 1 820 the landlord of the Mitre was Mr. John Tribe, and his family being intimate with the Dickenses, young Charles spent many pleasant evenings at the " genial parties " given at this fine old inn. Mr. Langton mentions that the late Mr. Alderman William Tribe, son of Mr. John Tribe, the former proprietor, perfectly recollected Charles Dickens and his sister Fanny coming to the Mitre, and on one occasion their being mounted on a dining-table for a stage, and singing what was then a popular duet, i.e. — " Long time I've courted you, miss. And now I've come from sea ; We'll make no more ado, miss. But quickly married be. Sing Fal-de-ral," &c. The worthy alderman is also stated to have had in his possession a card of invitation to spend the evening at Ordnance Terrace, addressed from Master and Miss Dickens to Master and Miss Tribe, which was dated about this time. In consequence of the elder Dickens being recalled from Chatham to Somerset House, to comply with official require- ments, the family removed to London in 1823,^ *'and took up its abode in a house in Bayham Street, Camden Town." Dickens thus describes his journey to London in " Dullborough Town," one of the sketches in The Uncommercial Traveller : — * See Note to Chapter ii. p. 38. CHATHAM. 265 " As I left Dullborough in the days when there were no railroads in the land, I left it in a stage-coach. Through all the years that have since passed, have I ever lost the smell of the damp straw in which I was packed — like game— and forwarded, carriage paid, to the Cross Keys, Wood Street, Cheapside, London ? There was no other inside passenger, and I consumed my sandwiches in solitude and dreariness, and it rained hard all the way, and I thought life sloppier than I had expected to find it. . . ." Mr. W. T. Wildish, the proprietor of the Rochester and Chatham Journal^ kindly favours us with some interesting information which has recently appeared in his journal, relating to Charles Dickens's nurse — the Mary Waller of his boyhood (and perhaps the Peggotty as well), but known to later generations as Mrs. Mary Gibson of Front Row, Ordnance Place, Chatham, who died in the spring of the year 1888, at the advanced age of eighty-four. Very touch- ingly, but unknowingly, did Dickens write ' from Gad's Hill, 24th September, 1857, being unaware that she was still living : — " I feel much as I used to do when I was a small child, a few miles off, and somebody — ivho, I wonder, and which way did she go when she died 1 — hummed the evening hymn, and I cried on the pillow — either with the remorseful consciousness of having kicked somebody else, or because still somebody else had hurt my feelings in the course of the day." Mrs. Gibson, when Mary Weller (what a host of pleasant recollections does the married name of the " pretty housemaid " bring up of the Pickwickian days !), lived with the family of Mr. John Dickens, at No. 11, Ordnance Terrace, Chatham, and afterwards 'when they moved to the House on the Brook. Her recollections were most vivid and interesting. 266 A WEEK'S TRAMP LV DICKENS-LAND. According to the testimony of her son, communicated to Mr. Wildish, Mrs. Gibson " used to be very fond of talking of the time she passed with the Dickens family, and one of her highest satisfactions in her later years was to hear Charles Dickens's works read by her son Robert ; and while listening to the descriptions of characters read to her, his mother would detect likenesses unsuspected by other persons whom Dickens must have known when a boy ; and she also agreed in think- ing, with Dickens's biographer, that in Mr. Micawber's troubles were related some of the experiences of the elder Dickens, who is believed for a time to have occupied a debtor's prison. She, however, would never bring herself to believe that her hero was himself ever reduced to such great hardships as the blacking-bottle period in David Copperfield would suggest if taken literally. She used to speak of the future author as always fond of reading, and said he was wont to retire to the top room of the House on the Brook, and spend what should have been his play-hours in poring over his books, or in acting to the furniture of the room the creatures that he had read about." Mr. Langton, who had a personal interview with Mrs. Gibson herself, has recorded the fact that she well remembered singing the Evening Hymn to the children of John Dickens, and seemed very much surprised at being asked such a question. She lived with the family when Dickens's little sister, Harriet Ellen, died — a circumstance that no doubt in after years inspired the Child's Dream of a Star already referred to. When the family removed to London, Mary Weller was pressed to accompany them, but was not in a position to accept the offer, in consequence of her promise to marry Mr. Thomas Gibson, a shipwright of the Chatham CHATHAM. 267 Dockyard, with whom she Hved happily until his death, in 1886, at the age of eighty-two. Mrs. Gibson modestly declined, on her son Robert's sugges- tion, to seek an introduction to Charles Dickens, when he read some of his works at the old Mechanics' Institute at Chatham, fearing that he had forgotten her. It is certain, however, that, from the reproduction of her name as the pretty housemaid at Mr. Nupkins's at Ipswich, and from the extract from the letter above referred to, she had a kindly place in his recollections. Poor David Copperfield, on his way to his aunt's at Dover, stopped at Chatham — " footsore and tired," he says, '' and eating bread that I had bought for supper." He is afraid " because of the vicious looks of the trampers ; " and even if he could have spared the few pence he possessed for a bed at the " one or two little houses " with the notice " lodgings for travel- lers," he would have hardly cared to go in, on account of the company he would have been thrown into. And so he says, " I sought no shelter, therefore, but the. sky ; and toiling into Chatham — which, in that night's aspect, is a mere dream of chalk, and draw-bridges, and mastless ships in a muddy river, roofed like Noah's arks, — crept, at last, upon a sort of grass- grown battery overhanging a lane, where a sentry was walking to and fro. Here " [he continues] " I lay down near a cannon ; and, happy in the society of the sentry's footsteps, . . . slept soundly until morning." Of course it is not possible for us to identify this spot. " Very stiff and sore of foot," he says, " I was in the morning, and quite dazed by the beating of drums and marching of troops, which seemed to hem me in on every side when I went down towards the long narrow street." However, he has to reserve his strength for getting to his .*> 268 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. journey's end, and to this effect he resolves upon selling his jacket. There are plenty of marine-store dealers at Chatham, whom we notice on our tramp, but none of them would, we believe, now answer to the description of " an ugly old man, with the lower part of his face all covered with a stubbly grey beard, in a filthy flannel waistcoat, and smelling terribly of rum," such as he who assailed little David, in reply to his offer to sell the jacket, with, " Oh, what do you want ? Oh, my eyes and limbs, what do you want ? Oh, my lungs and liver, what do you want ? Oh — goroo, goroo ! " After losing his time, and being rated at and frightened by this " dreadful old man to look at," who in every way tries to avoid giving him the money asked for, — half-a-crown, — offering him in ex- change such useless things to a hungry boy as " a fishing-rod, a fiddle, a cocked hat, and a flute," the poor lad is obliged to close with the offer of a few pence, " with which [he says] I soon refreshed myself completely ; and, being in better spirits then, limped seven miles upon my road." The Convict Prison at Chatham is said to have been built on a piece of ground which, in the middle of the last century, belonged to one Thomas Clark, a singular character, who lived on the spot for many years by himself in a small cottage, and who used every night, as he went home, to sing or shout, " Tom's all alone ! Tom's all alone ! " This, according to the opinion of some, may have given rise to the " Tom all alone's " of Bleak House, more especially considering the fact that military operations were frequently going on at Chatham, which Dickens would notice in his early days. The circum- stance is thus referred to in the novel : — '' Twice lately there has been a crash, and a crowd of dust, like the springing CHATHAM. 269 of a mine, in Tom all alone's, and each time a house has fallen." Mr. George Robinson of Strood directs our attention to the fact that a " child's caul," such as that described in the first chapter of David Copperfield^ which he was born with, and which was advertised "at the low price of fifteen guineas," would be a likely object to be sought after in a sea-faring town like Chatham, in Dickens's early days, when the school- master was less abroad than he is now. In after years, memories of Chatham Dockyard appear in many of the sketches in the Uncommercial Traveller and other stories. "One man in a Dockyard" describes it as having " a gravity upon its red brick offices and houses, a staid pretence of having nothing to do, an avoidance of display, which I never saw out of England." " Nurse's Stories " says that " nails and copper are shipwrights' sweethearts, and ship- wrights will run away with them whenever they can." In Great Expectations the refrain, " Beat it out, beat it out — old Clem ! with a clink for the stout — old Clem ! " which Pip and his friends sang, is from a song which the blacksmiths in the dockyard used to sing in procession on St. Clement's Day. By accident we make the acquaintance of Mr. William James Budden of Chatham, who informs us that Charles Dickens was better known there in his latter years for his efforts, by readings and otherwise, to place the Mechanics' Institute on a sound basis and free from debt. Dickens, as the Uncommercial lyaveller^ thus describes the Mechanics' Institute and its early efforts to succeed : — " As the town was placarded with references to the Dullborough Mechanics' Institution, J. thought I would go and look at that es- tablishment next. There had been no such thing in the town in my 270 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. young days, and it occurred to me that its extreme prosperity might have brought adversity upon the Drama. I found the Institution with some difficulty, and should scarcely have known that I had found it if I had judged from its external appearance only ; but this was attributable to its never having been finished, and having no front : consequently, it led a modest and retired existence up a stable- yard. It was (as I learnt, on enquiry) a most flourishing Institution, and of the highest benefit to the town : two triumphs which I was glad to understand were not at all impaired by the seeming drawbacks that no mechanics belonged to it, and that it was steeped in debt to the chimney-pots. It had a large room, which was ap- proached by an infirm step-ladder : the builder having declined to construct the intended staircase, without a present payment in cash, which Dullborough (though profoundly appreciative of the Institu- tion) seemed unaccountably bashful about subscribing." Mr. Budden is of opinion that the origin of the " fat boy " in Pickwick was Mr. James Budden, late of the Red Lion Inn in Military Road, who afterwards acquired a competence, and who had the honour of entertaining Dickens at a subsequent period of his life. Mr. Budden is under the impression, from local hearsay, that Dingley Dell formerly existed somewhere in the neighbourhood of Burham. ****** We are obligingly favoured with an interview by Mr. John Baird of New Brompton, Chairman of the Chatham Water- works Company, although he is suffering from serious indisposition at the time of our visit. This gentleman was born in 1810 (two years before Charles Dickens), and recol- lects reading with delight the famous Sketches by Boz, as they appeared in the Morning Chronicle. The most curious coincidence about Mr. Baird is, that in stature and facial appearance he is the very counterpart of the late Charles Dickens in the flesh — his double, so to speak. This remark- CHATHAM, 111 able resemblance, our informant says, is "something to be proud of, to be mistaken for so great a man, but it was very inconvenient at times." On one occasion, as Mr. Baird was hastening to catch a train at Rochester Bridge Station, a stout elderly lady, handsomely dressed, supposed to be Dean Scott's wife, — but to whom he was unknown, — bowed very politely to him, and in slackening his pace to return the compliment, which he naturally did not understand, he very nearly missed his train. Sir Arthur Otway told Mr. Baird that the Rev. Mr. Webster, late Vicar of Chatham, had always mistaken him for Charles Dickens. At one of the Readings given by Dickens on behalf of the Mechanics' Institute at Chatham, Mr. Charles Collins, his son- in-law, and his wife and her sister being present in the reserved seats in the gallery, Mr. Baird noticed that they looked very eagerly at him, and this pointed notice naturally made him feel very uncomfortable. Dickens himself, accompanied by his son and daughter, once passed our friend in the street, and scanned him very closely, and he fancies that Dickens called attention to the resemblance. At the last reading which the novelist gave at Chatham, Mr. Baird being present as one of the audience, the policeman at the door mistook him for Dickens, and shouted to those in attendance outside, " Mr. Dickens's carriage ! " It is interesting to add, that after the reading a cordial vote of thanks to Dickens was proposed by Mr. H. G. Adams, the Naturalist, at one time editor of The Kentish Coronal, who recounted the well-known story of the novelist's father taking him, when a little boy, to see Gad's Hill Place, and of the strong impression it made "upon his mind. 272 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Our informant had the honour of meeting Dickens at dinner at Mr. James Budden's, and states that he was standing against the mantel-piece in the drawing-room when the novelist arrived, and that he walked up to him and shook hands cordially, without the usual ceremony of introduction. Dickens was no doubt too polite to refer to the curious resemblance. But the most remarkable case remains to be told, illus- trating the converse of the old proverb — " It is a wise father that knows his own child." This is given in Mr. Baird's own words : — " My daughter, when a little girl about six years old, was with her mother and some friends in a railway carriage at Strood station (next Rochester), and one of them called the child's attention to a gentleman standing on the platform, asking if she knew who he was. With surprised delight she at once exclaimed, ' That's my papa ! ' That same gentleman was Mr. Charles Dickens ! " Mr. Baird speaks of the great appreciation which the people of Chatham had of Dickens's services at the readings, and says it was very good and kind of him to give those services gratuitously. He confirms the general opinion as to the origin of the " fat boy," and the " very fussy little man " at Fort Pitt, who was the prototype of Dr. Slammer. It struck us both forcibly that Mr. Baird's appearance at the time of our visit was very like the last American photo- graph of Dickens, taken by Gurney in 1867. ♦ **»♦# Mr. J. E. Littlewood^ of High Street, Chatham, knew ^ Since this vras written, Mr. Littlewood has passed over to the great majority. He was found drowned near Chatham Pier in March, 1890. CHATHAM. 273 Charles Dickens about the year 1845 or 1846 at the Royalty (Miss Kelly's) Theatre in Dean Street, Soho, our informant having been in times past a bit of an amateur actor, and played Bob Acres in TJie Rivals. He subsequently heard Dickens read at the Chatham Mechanics' Institute about 1861, and said that the facial display in the trial scene from Pickwick (one of the pieces read) was wonderful. He had the honour of dining at the late Mr. Budden's in High Street, opposite Military Road, to meet Dickens. There was a large company present. In acknowledging the toast of his health, which had been proposed at the dinner — either by Sir Arthur Otway or Captain Fanshawe — Dickens said he was very pleased to read "in memory of the old place," meaning Chatham, but that he might be reading " all the year round " for charities. Mr. Littlewood also heard Dickens say, that "he had passed many happy hours in the House on the Brook" looking at " the Lines " opposite. " At that time " (said our informant) " the place was more rural — considered a decent spot — not so crowded up as now — nor so vulgar — many respectable people lived there in Dickens's boyhood. The place has sadly changed since for the worse." * * •* * * * Mr. Humphrey Wood, Solicitor, of Chatham, was, about the year 1867, local Hon. Secretary to the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, and, having applied to Charles Dickens to give a Reading on behalf of the Society, received the following polite answer to his application. If only a few words had to be said, they were well said and to the purpose. 274 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " Gad's Hill Place, " HiGHAM BY Rochester, Kent. " Thursday^ ^th September^ 1867. ''Sir, "In reply to your letter, I beg to express my regret that my compliance with the request it communicates to me, is removed from within the bounds of reasonable possibility by the nature of my engagements, present and prospective. "Your faithful servant, " Charles Dickens. " Humphrey Wood, Esq." Like other towns in Kent, Chatham contains many names which are suggestive of some of Dickens's characters, viz. Dowler, Whiffcn, Kimmins, Wyles, Arkcoll, Perse, Winch, Wildish, Hockaday, Mowatt, Hunnisett, and others. It is, of course, scarcely necessary to mention, in passing, that Chatham is one of the most important centres of ship- building for the Royal Navy ; the dockyards — often referred to in Dickens's minor works — cover more than seventy acres, and are most interesting. Here, at the Navy Pay-Office, the elder Dickens was employed during his residence at Chatham. Fort Pitt next claims our attention. It stands on the high ground above the Railway Station at Chatham, just beyond Ordnance Terrace. In Charles Dickens's early days, and indeed long after, until the establishment of the magnificent Institution at Nctley, Fort Pitt was the principal military Hospital in England, and was visited by Her Majesty during the Crimean War. It is still used as a hospital, and contains about two hundred and fifty beds. The interesting museum which previously existed there has been removed to Netley. CHATHAM— FORT PITT 275 From Fort Pitt we see the famous " Chatham lines," which constitute the elaborate and almost impregnable fortifications of this important military and ship-building town. The "lines" were commenced as far back as 1758, and stretch from Gillingham to Brompton, a distance of several miles, enclosing the peninsula formed by the bend of the river Medway. Forster says : — Navy Pay-Office, Chatham. " By Rochester and the Medway to the Chatham lines was a favourite walk with Charles Dickens. He would turn out of Rochester High Street through the Vines, . . . would pass round by Fort Pitt, and coming back by Frindsbury would bring himself by some cross-fields again into the high-road." The Chatham lines are locally understood as referring to a piece of ground about three or four hundred yards square, near Fort Pitt, used as an exercising-ground for the military. 276 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Chapter IV. of Pickzuick, "describing a field day and bivouac,", refers to the Chatham Hnes as the place where the review was held, on the third day of the visit of the Pick- wickians to this neighbourhood, and which (having been relieved of the company of their quondam friend, Mr. Jingle, who had caused at least one of the party so much anxiety) they all attended, possibly at Mr. Pickwick's suggestion, as he is stated to have been " an enthusiastic admirer of the army." The programme is thus referred to : — " The whole population of Rochester and the adjoining towns, rose from their beds at an early hour of the following morning, in a state of the utmost bustle and excitement. A grand review was to take place upon the lines. The manoeuvres of half a dozen regiments were to be inspected by the eagle eye of the commander-in-chief; temporary fortifications had been erected, the citadel was to be attacked and taken, and a mine was to be sprung." The evolutions of this " ceremony of the utmost grandeur and importance" proceed. Mr. Pickwick and his two friends (Mr. Tupman "had suddenly disappeared, and was nowhere to be found"), who are told to keep back, get hustled and pushed by the crowd, and the unoffending Mr. Snodgrass, who is in "the very extreme of human torture," is derided and asked "vere he vos a shovin' to." Subsequently they get hemmed in by the crowd, " are exposed to a galling fire of blank cartridges, and harassed by the operations of the military." Mr. Pickwick loses his hat, and not only regains that useful article of dress, but finds the lost Mr. Tupman, and the Pickwickians make the acquaintance of old Wardlc and his hospitable family from Dingley Dell, by whom they are heartily entertained, and from whom they receive a warm invitation to visit Manor Farm on the morrow. CHA THA M—FOR T PITT. 277 There is a fine view of Chatham and Rochester from the fields round Fort Pitt, and on a bright sunny morning the air coming over from the Kentish Hills is most refreshing, very different indeed to what it was on a certain evening in Mr. Winkle's life, when '• a melancholy wind sounded through the deserted fields like a giant whistling for his house-dog." We ramble about for an hour or more, and in imagination call up the pleasant times which Charles Dickens, as a boy, spent here. Fort Pitt, Chatham. Almost every inch of the ground must have been gone over by him. What a delightful " playing-field " this and the neighbouring meadows must have been to him and his young companions, before the railway and the builder took pos- session of some of the lower portions of the hill which forms the base of Fort Pitt. " Here," says Mr. Langton, " is the place where the schools of Rochester and Chatham used to meet to settle their differences, and to contend in the more friendly rivalry of cricket," and no doubt Dickens frequently played when "Joe Specks" in Dullborough "kept wicket." 278 A WEEK'S 7 RAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. In after life the memory of the past came back to Dickens with all its freshness, when he again visited the neigh- bourhood as the Uncotnmercial Traveller in " Dullborough " : — " With this tender remembrance upon me " [that of leaving Chatham as a boy], ** I was cavalierly shunted back into Dullborough the other day, by train. My ticket had been previously collected, like my taxes, and my shining new portmanteau had had a great plaster stuck upon it, and I had been defied by Act of Parliament to offer an objection to anything that was done to it, or me, under a penalty of not less than forty shillings or more than five pounds, compoundable for a term of imprisonment. When I had sent my disfigured property on to the hotel, I began to look about me ; and the first discovery I made, was, that the Station had swallowed up the playing-field. " It was gone. The two beautiful hawthorn-trees, the hedge, the turf, and all those buttercups and daisies, had given place to the stoniest of jolting roads ; while, beyond the Station, an ugly dark monster of a tunnel kept its jaws open, as if it had swallowed them and were ravenous for more destruction. The coach that had carried me away, was melodiously called Timpson's Blue-eyed Maid, and belonged to Timpson, at the coach-office up street ; the locomo- tive engine that had brought me back was called severely No."97, and belonged to S.E.R., and was spitting ashes and hot-water over the blighted ground. "When I had been let out at the platform-door, like a prisoner whom his turnkey grudgingly released, I looked in again over the low wall, at the scene of departed glories. Here, in the haymaking time, had I been delivered from the dungeons of Seringapatam, an immense pile (of haycock), by my countrymen, the victorious British (boy next door and his two cousins), and had been recognized with ecstasy by my affianced one (Miss Green), who had come all the way from England (second house in the terrace) to ransom me, and marry me." Fort Pitt must have had considerable attractions in Mr. Pickwick's time, as it would appear that it was visited by him CHATHAM— FORT PITT. 279 and his friends on the first day of their arrival at Rochester. Lieutenant Tappleton (Dr. Slammer's second), when present- ing the challenge for the duel, thus speaks to Mr. Winkle in the second chapter of Fickwick : — " 'You know Fort Pitt?' '' ' Yes ; I saw it yesterday/ " ' If you will take the trouble to turn into the field which borders the trench, take the foot-path to the left, when you arrive at an angle of the fortification ; and keep straight on till you see me ; I will precede you to a secluded place, where the affair can be conducted without fear of interruption.' " '•Fear of interruption ! ' thought Mr. Winkle." Everybody remembers how the meeting took place on Fort Pitt. Mr. Winkle, attended by his friend Mr. Snodgrass, as second, is punctuality itself. " 'We are in excellent time,' said Mr. Snodgrass, as they climbed the fence of the first field; *the sun is just going down.' Mr. Winkle looked up at the declining orb, and painfully thought of the probability of his ' going down ' himself, before long." Presently the officer appears, " the gentleman in the blue cloak," and " slightly beckoning with his hand to the two friends, they follow him for a little distance," and after climbing a paling and scaling a hedge, enter a secluded field. Dr. Slammer is already there with his friend Dr. Payne, — Dr. Payne of the 43rd, " the man with the camp-stool." The arrangements proceed, when suddenly a check is experienced. U ( What's all this ? ' said Dr. Slammer, as his friend and Mr. Snodgrass came running up. — 'That's not the man.' " ' Not the man ! ' said Dr. Slammer's second. 28o A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " ' Not the man ! ' said Mr. Snodgrass. " ' Not the man ! ' said the gentleman with the camp-stool in his hand. " * Certainly not,' replied the little doctor. * That's not the person who insulted me last night.' *' * Very extraordinary ! ' exclaimed the officer. " 'Very,' said the gentleman with the camp-stool." Mutual explanations follow, and, notwithstanding the temporary dissatisfaction of Dr. Payne, Mr. Winkle comes out like a trump — defends the honour of the Pickwick Club and its uniform, and wins the admiration of Dr. Slammer. " ' My dear sir,' said the good-humoured little doctor, advancing with extended hand, ' I honour your gallantry. Permit me to say, Sir, that I highly admire your conduct, and extremely regret having caused you the inconvenience of this meeting, to no purpose.' " ' I beg you won't mention it, Sir,' said Mr. Winkle. " ' I shall feel proud of your acquaintance, Sir,' said the little doctor. " ' It will afford me the greatest pleasure to know you. Sir,' replied Mr. Winkle. " Thereupon the doctor and Mr. Winkle shook hands, and then Mr. Winkle and Lieutenant Tappleton (the doctor's second), and then Mr. Winkle and the man with the camp-stool, and finally Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass : the last-named gentleman in an excess of admiration at the noble conduct of his heroic friend. " * I think we may adjourn,' said Lieutenant Tappleton. " * Certainly,' added the doctor." We ourselves also adjourn, taking with us many pleasant memories of Chatham and P'ort Pitt, and of the period relating to " the childhood and youth of Charles Dickens." ♦ *♦**♦ No tramp in " Dickens-Land " can possibly be complete without a visit to the birthplace of the great novelist, and on LANDPORT—PORTSEA, HANTS. 281 another occasion we therefore devote a day to Portsea, Hants. A fast train from Victoria by the London, Brighton, and South Coast Railway takes us to Portsmouth Town, the nearest station, which is about half a mile from Commercial Road, Birthplace of Charles Dickens, 387 Mile End Terrace, Commercial Road, Landport. and a tram-car puts us down at the door. We immediately recognize the house from the picture in Mr. Langton's book, but the first, impression is that the illustration scarcely does justice to it. From the picture it appears to us to be a very 282 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. ordinary house in a row, and to be situated rather low in a crowded and not over respectable neighbourhood. Nothing of the kind. The house, No. 387, Mile End Terrace, Com- mercial Road, Landport, where the parents of Charles Dickens resided before they removed to another part of Portsea, and subsequently went to live at Chatham, and where the future genius first saw light, was eighty years ago quite in a rural neighbourhood ; and in those days must have been considered rather a genteel residence for a family of moderate means in the middle class. Even now, with the pressure which always attends the development of large towns, and their extension on the border-land of green country by the frequent con- version of dwelling-houses into shops, or the intrusion of shops where dwelling-houses are, this residence has escaped and remains unchanged to this day. There is another point of real importance to notice. Mr. Langton, referring to this house, says : — " The engraving shows the little fore-court or front garden, with the low kitchen window of the house, whence the movements of Charles [who is presumably represented in the engraving by the figure of a boy about two or three years old, with curly locks, dressed in a smart frock, and having a large ball in his right hand], attended by his dear little sister Fanny, could be overlooked." ^ Very pretty indeed, but alas ! I am afraid, purely imaginary, considering, as will hereafter appear, that Charles was a baby in arms, aged about four months and sixteen days, when his parents quitted the house in which he was born. " This was taken from the first edition of iMi. I, an- ton's book, published in 1883. In the new edition, 1891— a beautiful volume— ♦his passage has been eliminated, but the engraving is untouched. LANDPORT—PORTSEA, HANTS. 283 The house is now, and has been for many years, occupied by Miss Sarah Pearce, the surviving daughter of Mr. John Dickens's landlord, her sisters, who formerly lived with her, being all dead. It stands high on the west side of a good broad road, opposite an old-fashioned villa called Angus House, in the midst of well-trimmed grounds, and the situation is very open, pleasant, and cheerful. It is red-brick built, has a railing in front, and is approached by a little entrance- gate opening on to a lawn, whereon there are a few flower- beds ; a hedge divides the fore-court from the next house,'^ and a few steps guarded by a handrail lead to the front door. It is a single-fronted, eight-roomed house, having two under- ground kitchens, two floors above, and a single dormer window high up in the sloping red-tiled roof. As is usual with old-fashioned houses of this type, the shutters to the lower windows are outside. Both the front and back parlours on the ground floor are very cheerful, cosy little rooms (in one of them we are glad to see a portrait of the novelist), and the view from the back parlour looking down into the well-kept garden, which abuts on other gardens, is very pretty, marred only by a large gasometer in the distance, which could hardly have been erected in young Charles Dickens's earliest days. In the garden we notice a lovely specimen of the Lavatera arborea, or tree-mallow, covered with hundreds of white and purple blossoms. It is a rarity to see such a handsome, well-grown tree, standing nearly eight feet high, and it is not unlikely, from the luxuriance of its growth, that '' This house is appropriately named " Highland House," and was also the property of John Dickens's landlord, in which the family then and for many years after resided. At the time referred to Mr. Pearce owned not only the above-mentioned houses, but all the surrounding property. 284 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. it existed in Charles Dickens's infancy. From the pleasant surroundings of the place generally, and from the fact that flowers are much grown in the neighbourhood (especially roses), it is more than probable that Dickens's love for flowers was early developed by these associations. The road leads to Cosham, and to the picturesque old ruin of Porchester Castle, a nice walk from the town of Portsmouth, and probably often traversed by Dickens, his sister, and his nurse. Mr. Langton states that " it is said in after years Charles Dickens could remember places and things at Portsmouth that he had not seen since he was an infant of little more than two years old (he left Portsmouth when he was only four or five), and there is no doubt whatever that many of the earliest reminiscences of David Coppcrfield were also tender childish memories of his own infancy at this place." Mr. William Pearce, solicitor of Portsea, son of the former landlord, and brother of Miss Sarah Pearce, the present occupant, has been kind enough to supply the following interesting information respecting No. 387, Mile End Terrace : — "The celebrated novelist was born in the front bedroom of the above house, which my sisters many years ago con- verted into a drawing-room, and it is still used as such. " Mr. John Dickens, the father of the novelist, and his wife came to reside in the house directly after they were married. Mr. John Dickens rented the house of my father at ;^35 a-year, from the 24th June, 1808, until the 24th June, 18 12, when he quitted, and moved into Hawke Street, in the town of Portsea. Miss Fanny Dickens, the novelist's sister, was the first child born in the house, and then the novelist. LANDP0R7—P0RTSEA, HANTS. 285 "I was born on the 22nd February, 18 14, and have often heard my mother say that Mr. Gardner, the surgeon, and Mrs. Purkis, the monthly nurse (both of whom attended my mother with me and her six other children), attended Mrs. Dickens with her two children, Fanny and Charles, who were both born in the above house ; besides this, Mrs. Purkis has often called on my sisters at the house in question, and alluded to the above circumstances. St. Mary's Church, Portsea. " Mr. Cobb (whom I recollect), a fellow-clerk of Mr. John Dickens in the pay-office in the Portsmouth Dockyard, rented the same house of my father after Mr. John Dickens left, and often alluded to the many happy hours he spent in it while Mr. Dickens resided there." We next visit the site of old Kingston Parish Church, — St. Mary's, Portsea — where Charles Dickens was baptized on 4th March, 181 2. A very handsome and large new church, costing nearly forty thousand pounds, and capable of seating over two thousand persons, has been erected, and occupies the place of 286 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the old church, where the ceremony took place. Mr. Langton has given a very pretty little drawing of the old church in his book, so that its associations are preserved to lovers of Dickens. The old church itself was the second edifice erected on the same spot, and thus the present one is the third parish church which has been built here. There is a large and crowded burial-ground attached to it ; but a cursory examination does not disclose any names on the gravestones to indicate characters in the novels. It is right to note here, that the kind people of Portsmouth were desirous of inserting a stained-glass window in their beautiful new church to the memory of one of their most famous sons (the eminent novelist, Mr. Walter Besant, was born at Portsmouth, as also were Isambard K, Brunei, the engineer, and Messrs. George and Vicat Cole, Royal Acade- micians), but they were debarred by the conditions of Dickens's will, which expressly interdicted anything of the kind. It states : — " I conjure my friends on no account to make me the subject of any monument, memorial, or testimonial whatever. I rest my claim to the remembrance of my country upon my published works, and to the remembrance of my friends upon their experience of me in addition thereto." Before leaving Portsmouth, we just take a hasty glance at the Theatre Royal, which remains much as it was during the days of Mr. Vincent Crummies and his company, as graphic- ally described in the twenty-second and following chapters of Nicholas Nickleby. Of that genial manager, Mr. T. Edgar Pemberton, in his Charles Dickens and the Stage, observes : — "Every line that is written about Mr. Crummies and his followers is instinct with good-natured humour, and from the LANDPORT—PORTSEA, HANTS. 287 moment when, in the road-side inn ' yet twelve miles short of Portsmouth,' the reader comes into contact with the kindly old circuit manager, he finds himself in the best of good company." Mr. Rimmer, in his About England zvith Dickens^ referring to the " Common Hard " at Portsmouth, says that the "people there point out in a narrow lane leading to the wharf, the house where Nicholas is supposed to have sojourned." CHAPTER X. AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. " Its river winding down from the mist on the horizon, as though that were its source, and already heaving with a restless knowledge of its approach towards the sea." — Edwm Drood. " Oh, the solemn woods over which the light and shadow travelled swiftly, as if Heavenly wings were sweeping on benignant errands through the summer air ; the smooth green slopes, the glittering water, the garden where the flowers were symmetrically arranged in clusters of the richest colours, how beautiful they looked ! " — Bleak House. Another delightful morning, fine but overcast, favours our tramp in this neighbourhood. We are up betimes on Monday, and take the train by the South-Eastern Railway from Strood station to Aylesford. It is a distance of nearly eight miles between these places ; and the intermediate stations of any note which we pass on the way are Cuxton (about three miles) and Snodland (about two miles further on), which are two large villages. As the railway winds, we obtain excellent views of the chalk escarpments on the scries of hills opposite, these being the result of centuries of quarrying. The land on either side of the river is marshy and intersected by numerous water-courses. These grounds are locally termed '* saltings," caused by the overflow of the Medway at certain 288 AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 289 times, and are used as sanitaria for horses which require bracing-. Cuxton is at the entrance of the valley between the two chalk ranges of hills which form the water-parting of the river Medway. As Mfe Phillips Bevan rightly observes — " this valley is utilized for quarrying and lime-burning to such an extent, that it has almost the appearance of a northern manufacturing district but it is a consolation, on 290 A WEEK'S ERA MP EN DICKENS-LAND. the authority of Sir A. C. Ramsay, to know that " man cannot permanently disfigure nature ! " At Snodland the river becomes narrower, and the scenery of the valley is more picturesque. Early British and Roman remains have been found in the district, and according to. the authority previously quoted — " In one of the quarries, which are abundant, Dr. Mantell discovered some of the most interesting and rarest chalk fossils with which we are acquainted, including the fossil Turtle {Chelonici Benstedi)!' Alighting from the train at Aylesford station, we have but a few minutes to ramble by the river, the banks of which are brightened by the handsome flowers of the purple loose- strife. We notice the charming position of the Norman church, which stands on an eminence on the right bank of the Medway, overlooking the main street, and is surrounded by fine old elm trees — the bells were chiming " Home, sweet home," a name very dear to Dickens. The Medway ceases to be a tidal river at Allington beyond Aylesford, and one or other of the weirs at Allington or Farleigh (further on) may have suggested the idea of " Cloisterham Weir " in Edivi7i Drood ; but they are too far distant (as shown in Chapter V.) to fit in with the story. The ancient stone bridge which spans the Medway at Aylesford is seven-arched ; a large central one, and three smaller ones on either side. One or two of the arches on the left bank are filled up, as though the river had silted on that side. Mr. Roach Smith considers the bridge to be a very fine specimen of mediaeval architec- ture. It is somewhat narrow, but there are large abutments which afford shelter to foot passengers. We are much inclined to think that Aylesford Bridge was in the mind of Dickens when he makes the Pickwickians 292 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. cross the Medway, only a wooden bridge is mentioned in the text for the purpose perhaps of conceaHng identity. The place is certainly worth visiting, and the approach to it by the river is exceedingly picturesque. Aylesford is supposed to be the place where the great battle between Hengist and Vortigern took place. Near to it, at a place called Horsted, is the tomb of Horsa, who fell in the battle between the Britons and Saxons, A.D. 455. Names of Dickens's characters. Brooks, Joy, etc., occur at Aylesford. There is a very fine quarry here, from whence the famous Kentish rag-stone — " a concretionary limestone " — is obtained. It forms the base, and is overlaid by the Hassock sands and the river drift. In the distance is seen the bold series of chalk rocks constituting the ridge of the valley. Just outside Aylesford we pass Preston Hall, a fine modern Tudor mansion standing in very pretty grounds, and belong- ing to Mr. H. Brassey. We now resume our tramp towards the principal point of our destination, Town Mailing,^ or West Mailing, as it is indifferently called (the " a " in Mailing being pronounced long, as in " calling "). The walk from Aylesford lies through the village of Larkview, and is rather pretty, but there is nothing remarkable to notice until we approach Town Mailing. Here it becomes beautifully wooded, especially in the neighbourhood of Clare House Park, the Spanish or edible chestnut, with its handsome dark green lanceolate serrate leaves, and clumps of Scotch firs, with their light red trunks and large cones, the result of healthy growth, which ^ Lambarde says, " Mailing, in Saxon Mealing, or Mealuing, that is, the Low place flourishing with Meal or Corne, for so it is everywhere accepted." AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 2^3 would have delighted the heart of Mr. Ruskin, being con- spicuous. On the road we pass a field sown with maize, a novelty to one accustomed to the Midlands. The farmer to whom it belongs says that it is a poor crop this year, owing to the excess of wet and late summer, but in a good season it gives a fine yield. We are informed that it is used in the green state as food for cattle and chickens. A pleasant tramp of about three miles brings us to Town Mailing, which stands on the Kentish rag. The approach to Town Mailing is by a waterfall, and there are the ruins of the old Nunnery, founded by Bishop Gundulph in 1090, in the place. East Mailing is a smaller town, and lies nearer to Maidstone. Our object in visiting this pretty, old-fashioned Kentish country town, is to verify its identity with that of Muggleton of the Pickwick Papers. Great weight must be 294 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. attached to the fact that the present Mr. Charles Dickens, in his annotated Jubilee Edition of the above work, introduces a very pretty woodcut of " High Street, Town Mailing," with a note to the effect that — " Muggleton, perhaps, is only to be taken as a fancy sketch of a small country town ; but it is generally supposed, and probably with sufficient accuracy, that, if it is in any degree a portrait of any Kentish town, Town Mailing, a great place for cricket in Mr. Pickwick's time, sat for it." The reader will remember that when at the hospitable Mr. Wardle's residence at Manor Farm in Dingley Dell (by the bye, there is a veritable " Manor Farm " at Frindsbury, near Strood, with ponds adjacent, which may perhaps have suggested the episode of Mr. Pickwick on the ice), an excur- sion was determined on by the Pickwickians to witness a grand cricket match about to be played between the "All Muggleton " and the " Dingley Dellers," a conference first took place as to whether the invalid, Mr. Tupman, should remain or go with them. " * Shall we be justified,' asked Mr. Pickwick, ' in leaving our wounded friend to the care of the ladies ? ' " * You cannot leave me in better hands,' said Mr. Tupman. *'* Quite impossible,' said Mr. Snodgrass." The result of the conference was satisfactory. " It was therefore settled that Mr. Tupman should be left at home in charge of the females, and that the remainder of the guests under the guidance of Mr. Wardle should proceed to the spot, where was to be held that trial of skill, which had roused all Muggleton from its torpor, and inoculated Dingley Dell with a fever of excitement. ** As their walk, 7vhtch 7vas fwt above t:vo miles long,- lay through '^ The italics are interpolated. AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 295 shady lanes and sequestered footpaths, and as their conversation turned upon the dehghtful scenery by which they were on every side surrounded, Mr. Pickwick was almost inclined to regret the expedi- tion they had used, when he found himself in the main street of the town of Muggleton." The chronicle of Pickwick then proceeds to state that — " Muggleton is a corporate town, with a mayor, burgesses, and freemen ; ... an ancient and loyal borough, mingling a zealous advocacy of Christian principles with a devoted attachment to com- mercial rights; in demonstration whereof, the mayor, corporation, and other inhabitants, have presented at divers times, no fewer than one thousand four hundred and twenty petitions, against the con- tinuance of negro slavery abroad, and an equal number against any interference with the factory system at home ; sixty-eight in favour of the sales of livings in the Church, and eighty-six for abolishing Sunday trading in the streets." On the occasion of their second visit to Manor Farm to spend Christmas, the Pickwickians came by the " Muggleton Telegraph," which stopped at the " Blue Lion," and they walked over to Dingley Dell. Assuming, as has been suggested by Mr. Frost in his hi Kent zvith Charles Dickens^ that Dingley Dell is somewhere on the eastern side of the river Medway, within fifteen miles of Rochester, — Mr. William James Budden (a gentleman whom we met at Chatham) gave as his opinion that it was near Burham,^ — then it would require a much greater walk than that ("which was not above two miles long") to reach Town Mailing (leaving out of the question the fact that Burham is only about six miles from Rochester instead of fifteen miles, as the waiter at the Bull told Mr. Pickwick in reply to his 3 Burham, although now enshrouded in the smoke of lime-making, was probably sixty years ago a delightfully rural spot. 296 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. enquiry), whereby we reluctantly for the time arrive at the conclusion, — as Mr. Frost did before us — that Dingley Dell as such near Town Mailing cannot be identified. On another visit to " Dickens-Land " Mr. R. L. Cobb suggested that Cobtree Hall, near Aylesford, was the pro- totype of Dingley Dell. It may have been ; but except one goes as the crow flies, it is more than two miles distant from Town Mailing. But as Captain Cuttle would say — we " make a note of it." After all, Dingley Dell is no doubt a type of an English yeoman's hospitable home. There are numbers of such in Kent, Warwickshire, Worcestershire, Devonshire, and other counties, and the one in question may have been seen by Dickens almost anywhere. There is, at any rate, one objection to Muggleton being Town Mailing — the latter is not, as mentioned in the text, " a corporate town." The neighbouring corporate towns which might be taken for it are Faversham, Tunbridge Wells, and Seven Oaks ; but, as Mr. Rimmer, in his About Englmid ivitJi Dickens^ points out — " These have no feature in common with the enterprising borough which had so distinguished itself in the matter of petitions." On the other hand, there is one very strong reason in favour of Town Mailing, and that is its devotion to the noble old English game of cricket. So far as we could make out, no town in Kent has done better service in this respect. But more of this presently. ****** So many friends recommended us to see Cobtree Hall that, after the foregoing was written, we determined to follow their advice, and on a subsequent occasion we take the train to Aylesford and walk over, the distance being a pleasant AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 297 stroll of about a mile. We were well repaid. The mansion, formerly called Coptray Friars, belonging to the Aylesford Friary, is an Elizabethan structure of red brick with stone facings prettily covered with creeping plants, standing on an elevated position in a beautifully w^ooded and undu- lating country overlooking the Med- way and surrounded by cherry orchards and hop gardens. Major Trousdell was so courteous as to show us over the building, which has been altered and much enlarged during the last half century. Internally there is something to favour the hypo- thesis of its being the type of Manor Farm, Dingley Dell. Such portions of the old building remaining, as the kitchen, are highly suggestive of the gathering described in that good- humoured Christmas chapter of Pickivick (xxviii.), and there 298 A U'EEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. is a veritable beam to correspond with Phiz's plate of " Christ- mas Eve at Mr. Wardle's." " The best sitting-room, [described as] a good long, dark-panelled room with a high chimney- piece, and a capacious chimney up which you could have driven one of the new patent cabs, wheels and all," may still be discerned in the handsome modern dining-room, with carved marble mantel-piece of massive size formerly supplied with old-fashioned " dogs." The views from the bay-window are very extensive and picturesque. The mansion divides the two parishes of Boxley and Allington, the initials of which are carved on the beam in the kitchen. Externally, there is much more to commend it to our acceptance. Remains of a triangular piece of ground, with a few elm-trees, still survlv^e as " the rookery," w^here Mr. Tupman met with his mishap, and to our delight there is " the pond," not indeed covered with ice, as on Mr. Pickwick's memorable adventure, but crowded with water-lilies on its surface ; its banks surrounded by the fragrant meadow-sweet and the brilliant rose-coloured willow herb. Furthermore we were informed, by Mr. Franklin of Maidstone, that the " Red Lion," which formerly stood on the spot now occupied by Mercer's Stables, is locally con- sidered to be the original of " a little roadside public-house, with two elm-trees, a horse-trough, and a sign-post in front ; " where the Pickwickians sought assistance after the break- down of the "four-wheeled chaise ". which ".separated the wheels from the body and the bin from the perch," but were inhospitably repulsed by the " rcd-hcaded man and the tall bony woman," who suggested that they had stolen the " immense horse " which had recently played Mr. Winkle such pranks. Finally, in a pleasant chat with the Rev. Cyril Grant, Vicar of Aylesford, and his curate, the Rev. H. B. Boyd AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 299 (a son of A. K. II. B.), we elicited the fact that Cobtree Hall is locally recognized as the original of Manor Farm. Nay more, in Aylesford churchyard a tomb was pointed out on the west side with the inscription : — " Also to the memory of Mr. W. Spong, late of Cobtree, in the Parish of Boxley, who died Nov. 15th, 1839," '^ho is said to have been the prototype of the genial and hospitable " old Wardle." True, neither the distance to Rochester nor to Town Mailing fits in with the narrative, but this is not material. Dickens, with the usual " novelist's licence," found it con- venient often-timcs to take a nucleus of fact, and surround it with a halo of fiction, and this may have been one of many similar instances. His wonderfully-gifted and ever- facile imagination was never at fault. So on our return journey we console ourselves by reading the following description, in chapter vi. of Pickwick^ of the first gathering of the Pickwickians at their host's, one of the most delightful bits in the whole book, and " make- believe," as the Marchioness would say, that we have actually seen Manor Farm, Dingley Dell. " Several guests who were assembled in the old parlour, rose to greet Mr. Pickwick and his friends upon their entrance ; and during the performance of the ceremony of introduction, with all due formalities, Mr. Pickwick had leisure to observe the appearance, and speculate upon the characters and pursuits, of the persons by whom he was surrounded — a habit in which he in common with many other great men delighted to indulge. "A very old lady, in a lofty cap and faded silk gown, — no less a personage than Mr. Wardle's mother, — occupied the post of honour on the right-hand corner of the chimney-piece ; and various certifi- cates of her having been brought up in the way she should go when young, and of her not having departed from it when old, ornamented 300 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the walls, in the form of samplers of ancient date, worsted landscapes of equal antiquity, and crimson silk tea-kettle holders of a more modern period. The aunt, the two young ladies, and Mr. Wardle, each vying with the other in paying zealous and unremitting atten- tions to the old lady, crowded round her easy-chair, one holding her ear-trumpet, another an orange, and a third a smelling-bottle, while a fourth was busily engaged in patting and punching tlie pillows, which were arranged for her support. On the opposite side sat a bald-headed old gentleman, with a good-humoured benevolent face, — the clergyman of Dingley Dell ; and next him sat his wife, a stout, blooming old lady, who looked as if she were well skilled, not only in the art and mystery of manufacturing home-made cordials, greatly to other people's satisfaction, but of tasting them occasionally, very much to her owr. A little hard-headed, Ripstone pippin-faced man, was conversing with a fat old gentleman in one corner ; and two or three more old gentlemen, and two or three more old ladies, sat bolt upright and motionless on their chairs, staring very hard at Mr. Pickwick and his fellow-voyagers. *' ' Mr. Pickwick, mother,' said Mr. Wardle, at the very top of his voice. " ' Ah ! ' said the old lady, shaking her head ; ' I can't hear you.* "'Mr. Pickwick, grandma!' screamed both the young ladies together. "'Ah!' exclaimed the old lady. 'Well; it don't much matter. He don't care for an old 'ooman like me, I dare say.' " ' I assure you, madam,' said Mr. Pickwick, grasping the old lady's hand, and speaking so loud that the exertion imparted a crimson hue to his benevolent countenance ; ' I assure you, ma'am, that nothing delights me more, than to see a lady of your time of life heading so fine a family, and looking so young and well.' " ' Ah !' said the old lady, after a short pause ; 'it's all very fine, I dare say ; but I can't hear him.' "'Grandma's rather put out now,' said Miss Isabella Wardle, in a low tone ; ' but she'll talk to you presently.' " Mr. Pickwick nodded his readiness to humour the infirmities of age, and entered into a general conversation with the other members of the circle. AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 301 " * Delightful situation this,' said Mr. Pickwick. " * Delightful ! ' echoed Messrs. Snodgrass, Tupman, and Winkle. '"Well, I think it is,' said Mr. Wardle. " ' There ain't a better spot o' ground in all Kent, sir,' said the hard-headed man with the pippin-face; * there ain't indeed, sir — I'm sure there ain't, sir,' and the hard-headed man looked triumph- antly round, as if he had been very much contradicted by some- body, but had got the better of him at last. ' There ain't a better spot o' ground in all Kent,' said the hard-headed man again after a pause. " "Cept MuUins' meadows ! ' observed the fat man, solemnly. " ' MuUins' meadows ! ' ejaculated the other, with profound contempt. "'Ah, Mullins' meadows,' repeated the fat man. " ' Reg'lar good land that,' interposed another fat man. '' ' xA.nd so it is, sure-ly,' said a third fat man. " ' Everybody knows that,' said the corpulent host. "The hard-headed man looked dubiously round, but finding himself in a minority, assumed a compassionate air, and said no more. " ' What are they talking about ? ' inquired the old lady of one of her grand-daughters, in a very audible voice ; for, like many deaf people, she never seemed to calculate on the possibility of other persons hearing what she said herself. " 'About the land, grandma.' " ' What about the land ? Nothing the matter, is there ? ' " ' No, no. Mr. Miller was saying our land was better than MuUins' meadows.' " ' How should he know anything about it ? ' inquired the old lady indignantly. 'Miller's a conceited coxcomb, and you may tell him I said so.' Saying which, the old lady, quite unconscious that she had spoken above a whisper, drew herself up, and looked carving- knives at the hard-headed delinquent." In the course of our tramp we fall in with "a very queer small boy," rejoicing in the Christian names of " Spencer Ray," upon which we congratulate him, and express a hope 302 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. that he will do honour to the noble names which he bears, one being that of the great English philosopher, and the other that of the famous English naturalist. This boy, who is just such a bright intelligent lad as Dickens himself would have been at his age (twelve and a half years), gives us some interesting particulars respecting Town Mailing and its proclivities for cricket, upon which he is very eloquent. It appears that in the year 1887 the cricketers of Town Mailing won eleven matches out of twelve ; but during this year they have not been so successful. He directed us to the cricket- .'**K>Vvv ""•^"r''^;;;-;;::^'^---:" ground, which we visit, and find to be but a few minwtes' walk from the centre of the town, bearing to the westward. It is a very fine field, nearly seven acres in extent, in splendid order, as level as a die, and as green as an emerald. It lies well open, and is flanked by the western range of hills of the Med way valley. The marquee into which Mr. Pickwick and his friends were invited, first by " one very stout gentleman, whose body and legs looked like half a gigantic roll of flannel, elevated on a couple of inflated pillow-cases," and then by the irrepressible Jingle with — " This way — this way — capital fun — lots of AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 303 beer — hogsheads ; rounds of beef — bullocks ; mustard — cart- loads ; glorious day — down with you — make yourself at home— glad to see you — very," has been replaced by a handsome pavilion. There is no cricket-playing going on at the time, but there are several cricketers in the field, and from them we learn confirmatory evidence of the long existence of the ground in its present condition, and the enthusiasm of the inhabitants for the old English game. Another proof of the long-established love of the people of Town Mailing for cricket we subsequently find in the fact that the parlour of the Swan Hotel, which is an old cricketing house, and probably represents the " Blue Lion of Muggleton," has in it many very fine lithographic portraits of all the great cricketers of the middle of the nineteenth century, including: — Pilch, Lillywhite, Box, Cobbett, Hillyer (a native of Town MaUing), A. Mynn, Taylor, Langdon, Kynaston, Felix {Felix on the Bat), Ward, Kingscote, and others. Several of these nam.es will be recognized as those of eminent Kentish cricketers. About a quarter of a century ago — my friend and colleague Mr. E. Orford Smith (himself a Kentish man and a cricketer) informs me that — the Kentish eleven stood against all England, and retained their position for some years. As we stand on the warm day in the centre of the ground, and admire the lights and shadows passing over the sur- rounding scenery, we can almost conjure up the scene of the famous contest, when, on the occasion of the first innings of the All-Muggleton Club, " Mr. Dumkins and Mr. Fodder, two of the most renowned members of that most distinguished club, walked, bat in hand, to their respective wickets. Mr. 304 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Luffey, the highest ornament of Dingley Dell, was pitched to bowl against the redoubtable Dumkins, and Mr. Struggles was selected to do the same kind office for the hitherto unconquered Fodder." Everybody remembers how the game proceeded under circumstances of the greatest excitement, in which batters, bowlers, scouts, and umpires, all did their best under the encouraging shouts of the members : — " Run — run — another. — Now, then, throw her up — up with her— stop there — another — no — yes — no — throw her up! throw her up!" Mr. Jingle himself being as usual very profuse in his remarks, as — " ' Ah, ah ! — stupid ' — ' Now, butter-fingers ' — ' Muff' — * Humbug ' — and so forth." "In short, when Dumkins was caught out, and Fodder stumped out, All-Muggleton had notched some fifty-four, while the score of the Dingley Dellers was as blank as their faces." So " Dingley Dell gave in, and allowed the superior prowess of All-Muggleton," Mr. Jingle again express- ing his views of the winnqrs : — *' ' Capital game — well played — some strokes admirable,' as both sides crowded into the tent at the conclusion of the game." Yes ! We are convinced that Muggleton and Town Mailing (except for the mayor and corporation) are one. At any rate we feel quite safe in assuming that Town Mailing was the type from which Muggleton was taken ; and we con- fidently recommend all admirers of Pickwick to include that pleasant Kentish country-town in their pilgrimage. Having exhausted, so far as our examination is concerned, the cricket-ground, by the kindness of our young friend who acts as guide, we see a little more of the town. It consists of a long wide street, with a few lateral approaches. The houses are well built, and the church, which is partly AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 305 Norman, and, like most of the village churches in Kent, is but a little way from the village, stands on an eminence from whence a good view may be obtained. We observe, as indicative of the fine air and mild climate of the place, many beautiful specimens of magnolia, and wistaria (in second flower) in front of the better class of houses. One of these is named " Boley House," and as we are told that Sir Joseph Hawley resided near, our memories immediately revert to the cognomen of a well-known character in The Chimes. Other names in the place are suggestive of Dickens's worthies, e.g. Rudge, Styles, Briggs, Saunders, Brooker, and John Harm^m. The last-mentioned is the second instance in which Dickens has varied a local name by the alteration of a single letter. There is also the not uncomm.on name of " Brown," who, it will be remembered, was the maker of the shoes of the spinster aunt when she eloped with the faithless Jingle ; '' in a po-chay from the ' Blue Lion ' at Muggleton," as one of Mr. Wardle's men said ; and the discovery of the said shoes led to the identification of the errant pair at the " White Hart " in the Borough. After Sam Weller had described nearly all the visitors staying in the hotel from an examination of their boots : — "'Stop a bit,' replied Sam, suddenly recollecting himself. 'Yes ; there's a pair of Vellingtons a good deal vorn, and a pair o' lady's shoes, in number five.' ' Country make.' " ' Any maker's name ? ' " ' Brown.' " ' Where of? ' " ' Muggleton.' " ' It is them,' exclaimed Wardle. ' By heavens, we've found them.' " X 3o6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. What happened afterwards every reader of Pickivick very well knows. Near Town Mailing there is a curious monument erected to the memory of Beadsman, the horse, belonging to Sir Joseph Hawley, which won the Derby in 1859, and which was bred in the place. The monument (an exceedingly practical one) consists of a useful pump for the supply of water. After some luncheon at the Boar Inn, we are sorry to terminate our visit to this pleasant place ; but time flies, and trains, like tides, " wait for no man." So we hurry to the railway station, passing on our way a fine hop-garden, and take tickets by the London, Chatham, and Dover Railway for Maidstone. We have a few minutes to spare, and our notice is attracted to a curious group in the waiting-room. It consists of a rural policeman, and what afterwards turned out . to be his prisoner, a slouching but good-humoured-looking labourer, with a " fur cap " like Rogue Riderhood. The officer leans against the mantelpiece, pleasantly chatting with his charge, who is seated on the bench, leisurely eating some bread and cheese with a large clasp-knife, in the intervals of which proceeding he recounts some experiences for the edification of the officer and bystanders. These are occa- sionally received with roars of laughter. One of his stories relates to a house-breaker who, being " caught in the act " by a policeman, and being asked what he was doing, coolly replied, " Attending to my business, of course ! " (This must .surely be taken "in a Pickwickian sense.") After finishing his bread and cheese, the charge eats an apple, and then regales himself with something from a large bottle. The unconcernedne.ss of the man, whatever his offence may be AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 307 (poaching perhaps), is in painful contrast to the careworn and anxious faces of his wife and Httle daughter (both decently dressed), the latter about seven years old, and made too familiar with crime at such an age. After we arrive at Maidstone (only a few minutes' run by railway), it is a wretched sight to witness the leave-taking at the gaol. First the man shakes hands with his wife, all his 3o8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. forced humour having left him, and then affectionately kisses the little girl, draws a cuff over his eyes, and walks heavily into the gaol after the officer. We are glad to notice that he is not degraded as a wild beast by being handcuffed. It was an episode that Dickens himself perhaps would have witnessed with interest, and possibly stored up for future use. What particularly strikes us is the difference in the relations between these people and what would be the case under similar circumstances in a large town. There is not that feature of hardness, that familiarity with crime which breeds contempt, in the rural incident. Poor man ! let us hope his punishment will soon be finished, and that he may return to his family, and not become an old offender ; but for the present, as Mr. Bagnet says, "discipline must be maintained." Maidstone, the county and assize town of Kent, appears to be a thriving and solid-looking place, as there are several paper-mills, saw-mills, stone quarries, and other indications of prosperity. There are but few historical associations con- nected with it, as Maidstone "has lived a quiet life." Sir Thomas Wyatt's rebellion, and the attack on the town by Fairfax in 1648, are among the principal incidents. Dickens frequently walked or drove over to this town from Gad's Hill. Many of the names which we notice over the shops in the principal street are very suggestive of, if not actually used for, some of the characters in his novels, e.g. Pell, Boozer, Hibling, Fowle, Stuffins, Bunyard, Edmed, Gregsbey, Dunmill, and Pobgee. It has been said that Maidstone possesses a gaol ; it also has large barracks, and, what is better still, a Museum, Free Library, and Public Gardens. Chillington Manor Mouse, — a AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 309 highly picturesque and well-preserved Elizabethan structure, formerly the residence of the Cobhams, — contains the Museum and Library. Standing in a quiet nook in the Brenchley Gardens, the lines of George Macdonald, quoted in the local Guide Book, well describe its beauties : — " Its windows were aerial and latticed, Lovely and wide and fair, And its chimneys like clustered pillars Stood up in the thin blue air." The Museum — the new wing of which was built as a memorial of his brother, by Mr. Samuel Bentlif — is the pro- perty of the Corporation, and owes much of its contents to the liberality of Mr. Pretty, the first curator, and to the naturalist and traveller, Mr. J. L. Brenchley. It contains excellent fine art, archaeological, ethnological, natural history, and geological collections. Among the last-named, in addition to other interesting local specimens, are some fossil remains of the mammoth {Elephas primigenius) from the drift at Aylesford, obtained by its present able curator, Mr. Edward Bartlett, to whom we are indebted for a most pleasant ramble through the various rooms. We notice an original " Dickens-item " in the shape of a very good carved head of the novelist, forming the right top panel of an oak fire-place, the opposite side being one of Tennyson, by a local carver named W. Hughes, who was formerly employed at Gad's Hill Place. No pilgrim in "Dickens-Land" should omit visiting Maidstone and its treasures in Chillington Manor House ; nor of seeing the splendid view of the Medway from the churchyard, looking towards Tovil. We are particularly anxious to verify Dickens's experience 3IO A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of the walk from Maidstone to Rochester. In a letter to Forster, written soon after he came to reside at Gad's Hill Place, he says: — "I have discovered that the seven miles between Maidstone and Rochester is one of the most beau- tiful walks in England," and so indeed we find it to be. It is, however, a rather long seven miles ; so, cheerfully leaving the gloomy-looking gaol to our right and proceeding along the raised terrace by the side of the turn-pike road, we pass through the little village of Sandling, and soon after com- mence the ascent of the great chalk range of hills which form the eastern water-parting of the Medway. The most noticeable object before we reach * Upper Bell " is "Kit's Coty (or Coity) House," about one and a half miles north-east from Aylesford, and not very far from the Bell Inn. According to Mr. Phillips Bevan, the peculiar name is derived from the Celtic " Ked," and "Coity" or "Coed" (Welsh), and means the Tomb in the Wood. Seymour considers the words a corruption of " Catigern's House." Below Kit's Coty House, Mr. Wright, the archae- ologist, found the remains of a Roman villa, with quantities of Samian ware, coins, and other articles. There are many excavations in the chalk above Kit's Coty House, apparently for interments ; and the whole district appears in remote ages to have been a huge cemetery. Tradition states that " the hero Catigern was buried here, after the battle fought at Aylesford between Hengist and Vortigern." The Cromlech, which is now included in the provisions of the Ancient Monuments Protection Act, 1882, lies under the hillside, a few yards from the main road, and is fenced in with iron railings, and beautifully surrounded by woods, the yew,* said to have been one of the sacred trees of the Druids, being conspicuous here and there. That somewhat rare plant the juniper is also found in this neighbourhood. The "dolmens" which have been "set on end by a vanished people" are four in number, and consist of sandstone, three of them, measuring about eight feet each, forming the uprights, and the fourth, which is much larger, serving as the covering stone. In a field which we visit, not very far from Kit's Coty House, is another group of stones, called the " countless stones." As we pass some boys are trying to solve the arithmetical ^ Mr. Roach Smith reminded us that the yew was in times past planted for its wood to be used as bows. 312 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. problem, which cannot be readily accomplished, as the stones lie intermingled in a very strange and irregular manner, and are overgrown with brushwood. The belief that these stones cannot be counted is one constantly found connected with similar remains, e.g. Stonehenge, Avebury, etc. We heard a local story of a baker, who once tried to effect the operation by placing a loaf on the top of each stone as a kind of check or tally ; but a dog running away with one of his loaves, upset his calculations. Both the "Coty House " and the " countless stones " consist of a silicious sandstone of the Eocene period, overlying the chalk, and are identical with the'*Sarsens," or "Grey Wethers," which occur at the pre-historic town of Avebury, and at AYLESFORD, TOWN MALLING, AND MAIDSTONE. 313 Stonehenge ; the smaller stones of the latter are, however, of igneous origin, and "are believed by Mr. Fergusson to have been Motive offerings." These masses, of what Sir A. C. Ramsay calls " tough and intractable silicious stone," have been, he says, "left on the ground, after the removal by denud- ation of other and softer parts of the Eocene strata." We subsequently saw several of these " grey wethers " in the grounds of Cobham Hall, and w^e noticed small masses of the same stone in situ in Pear Tree Lane, near Gad's Hill Place. Speaking of Kit's Coty House in his Short History of the English People^ the late Mr. J. R. Green, in describing the English Conquest and referring to this neighbourhood, says : — " It was from a steep knoll on which the grey weather-beaten stones of this monument are reared that the view of their first battle-field would break on the English warriors ; and a lane which still leads down from it through peaceful homesteads would guide them across the ford which has left its name in the little village of Aylesford. The Chronicle of the conquering people tells nothing of the rush that may have carried the ford, or of the fight that went struggling up through the village. It only tells that Horsa fell in the moment of victory, and the flint heap of Horsted, which has long preserved his name, and was held in after-time to mark his grave, is thus the earliest of those monuments of English valour of which West- minster is the last and noblest shrine. The victory of Aylesford did more than give East Kent to the English ; it struck the keynote of the whole English conquest of Britain." Dickens's visits to this locality in his early days may 314 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. have suggested the discovery of the stone with the in- scription : — + B I L S T U IVI P S H I S. IVI. ARK In later hfe he was fond of bringing his friends here "by a couple of postilions in the old red jackets of the old red royal Dover road" to enjoy a picnic. Describing a visit here with Longfellow he says : — " It was like a holiday ride in England fifty years ago." Returning to the main road, we reach the high land of Blue Bell — " Upper Bell," as it is marked on the Ordnance Map. We are not quite on the highest range, but sufficiently high (about three hundred feet) to enable us to appreciate the splendid view that presents itself. In the valley below winds the Medway, broadening as it approaches Rochester.^ The opposite heights consist of the western range of hills, the width of the valley from point to point being about ten miles. The " sky-line " of hills running from north to south cannot ^ Professor Huxley, in his Physiography^ has estimated that " at the present rate of wear and tear, denudation can have lowered the surface of the Thames Basin by hardly more than an inch since the Norman Conquest ; and nearly a million years must elapse before the whole basin of the Thames will be worn down to the sea-level" ; and Dr. A. Geikie, after a series of elaborate calculations, has postulated '" as probably a fair average, a valley of looo feet deep may be excavated in 1,200,000 years." Taking these estimates as a basis, and allowing for an average height of three hundred feet, we roughly arrive at a period of about four hundred thousand years as the possible length of time which it has taken to form this beautiful valley. Professor Huxley may well say that "the geologist has thoughts of time and space to which the ordinary mind is a stranger." i .!. '■•'. I ^^ III &' l^^i ' ^w^W^ f (1^1 f ^^^;'r 3i6 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. be less than sixty miles, extending to the famous Weald of Kent (weald, wald, or wolde, being literally " a wooded region, an open country ") ; all the intervening space of undulating slope and valley (river excepted) is filled up by hamlets, grass, root, and cornfields, hop-gardens, orchards and woodlands, the whole forming a picture of matchless beauty. No wonder Dickens was very fond of this delightful walk ; it must be gone over to be appreciated.^ We tramp on through Boxley and Bridge Woods, down the hill, and pass Borstal Convict Prison and Fort Clarence, where there are guns which we were informed would carry a ball from this elevated ground right over the Thames into the county of Essex (a distance of seven miles) ; and so we get back again to Rochester. ^ Mr. Kitten's illustration (from the painting by Gegan, a local artist, executed many years since) gives a good idea of the scenery of this beautiful district. It also reproduces the profile of a huge chalk cliff not now visible, but which existed about half a century ago, having a curious resemblance to the head of a lion, and forming at the time a conspicuous landmark to travellers. CHAPTER XI. BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. " We have a fine sea, wholesome for all people ; profitable for the body, profitable for the mind." — Our English Watering-Place. " All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery ; the dust lies piled upon the shore ; the sea-birds soar and hover ; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight ; the white arms beckon in the moonlight to the invisible country far away." — Dombey and Son. '^ A moment, and I occupy my place in the Cathedral, where we all went together every Sunday morning, assembling first at school for that purpose. The earthy smell, the sunless air, the sensation of the world being shut out, the resounding of the organ through the black and white arched galleries and aisles, are wings that take me back and hold me hovering above those days in a half-sleeping and half- waking dream." — David Copperjield. Taking advantage of an excursion train (for tramps usually go on the cheap), we start early on Wednesday by the South-Eastern Railway from Chatham station for Broad- stairs. As usual the weather favours us — it is a glorious day. Passing the stations of New Brompton, Rainham, Newington, and Sittingbourne, we soon get into open country, in the midst of hop gardens with their verdant aisles of the fragrant and tonic, tendril-like plants reaching in some instances perhaps to several hundred yards, and crowned 317 3i8 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. with yellowish-green fruit-masses, which have a special charm for those unaccustomed to such scenery. The odd -looking " oast-houses," ^ or drying-houses for the hops, are a noticeable feature of the neighbourhood, dotting it about here and there in pairs. They are mostly red-brick and cone-shaped, somewhat smaller than the familiar glass-houses of the Midland districts, and have a wooden cowl, painted white, at the apex for ventilation. We are rather too early for the hop-picking, and thus — but for a time only — miss an interesting sight. Dickens, in one of his letters to Forster, gives a dreary picture of this annual harvest : — " Hop-picking is going on, and people sleep in the garden, and breathe in at the key-hole of the house door. I have been amazed, before this year, by the number of miserable lean wretches, hardly able to crawl, who come hop-picking. I find it is a superstition that the dust of the newly-picked hop, falling freshly into the throat, is a cure for consumption. So the poor creatures drag themselves along the roads, and sleep under wet hedges, and get cured soon and finally." On the whole it is said to be a very indifferent season, but many plantations look promising. " If," as a grower remarks to us in the train, " we could have a little more of this fine weather ! There has been too much rain, and too little sun this year." The apples also are a poor crop. On a second visit to this pleasant neighbourhood, we see at Mear's Barr Farm, near Rainham, the whole process of hop-picking. True, it is not executed by that ragamufiinly crowd of strangers which Dickens had in his *' mind's eye " when he wrote the words just quoted, and which usually * According to a " Note " in the Rochester and Chatham Journal^ the derivation of this curious term is from uro to burn (ustus). 320 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. takes possession of most of the hop-growing districts of Kent during the picking season, but by an assemblage of native villagers, mostly women, girls, and boys, — neat, clean, and homely, — together with a few men who do the heavier part of the work. They are of all ages, from the tottering old grandmother, careworn wife, and buxom maiden, to the child in perambulator and baby in arms ; and in the bright sun- light, amid the groves of festooning green columns, form a most orderly, varied, and picturesque gathering — a regular picnic in fact, judging from the cheerful look on most of the faces, and the merry laugh that is occasionally heard. Mr. Fred Scott, tenant of the farm, of which Lord Hothficld is owner, is kind enough to go over the hop-garden with us, and describe all the details. When the hops are ripe (/. e. when the seeds are hard) and ready to be gathered, the pickers swarm on the ground, and a man divides the " bine " at the bottom of the " pole " by means of a bill-hook — not cutting it too close for fear of bleeding — leaving the root to sprout next year, and then draws out the pole, to which is attached the long, creeping bine, trailing over at top. If the pole sticks too fast in the ground, he eases it by means of a lever, or " hop-dog " (a long, stout wooden implement, having a toothed iron projection). " Mind my dog don't bite you, sir," says one of the men facetiously, as we step over this rough-looking tool. Women then carry the poles to, and lay them across, the ** bin," a receptacle formed by four upright poles stuck in the ground and placed at an angle, supporting a framework from which depends the " bin-cloth," made of jute or hemp, holding from ten to twenty bushels of green hops, weighing about i| lbs. per bushel when dry. The picking then commences, and nimble fingers of all BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY, 321 sizes very soon strip the poles of the aromatically-smelling ripe hops, the poles being cast aside in heaps, to be afterwards cleared of the old bines and put into " stacks " of three hundred each, and used again next season. The bins, which vary in number according to the size of the hop-garden, are placed in rows on the margin of the plantation, and usually have ten " hop-hills " {i. e. plants) on each side, and are moved inside the plantation as the poles are pulled up. Each bin belongs to a " sett " {i. e. family or companionship), consisting of from five to seven persons, and is taken charge of by a " binman." When the bin is full, a " measurer " (either the farmer himself or his deputy) takes account of the quantity of hops picked, and records it in a book to the credit of each working family. Then the green hops are carted off in " pokes " or sacks to the " oast-houses " to be dried. For this purpose, anthracite coal and charcoal are used in the kiln, a shovelful or two of sulphur being added to the fire when the hops are put on. The process of drying takes eleven hours, and afterwards the dried hops are packed in pockets which, when full, weigh about a hundredweight and a half each, the packing being effected by hydraulic pressure. They are then sent to market, the earliest arrivals fetching very high prices. As much as £^0 per cwt. was paid in 1882, but the ordinary price averages from £\ to ;^8 per cwt. Humulus Lupuliis, the hop, belongs to the natural order Urticacece — a plant of rather wide distribution, but said to be absent in Scotland — and is a herbaceous, dioecious perennial, usually propagated by removal of the young shoots or by cuttings. According to Sowerby, the genus is derived from humus, the ground, as, unless supported or trained, the plant 322' A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. falls to the earth; and the common name "hop" from the Saxon hoppan^ to cHmb. William King, in his Art of Cookery^ says that " heresy and hops came in together " ; while an old popular rhyme records that : — " Hops, carp, pickerel, and beer. Came into England all in one year." Tusser in his Hondreth Good Points of Hiisbandrie,.'p\\h- lished in 1557, gives sundry directions for the cultivation of hops, and quaintly advocates their use as follows : — "The hop for his profit I thus do exalt. It strengtheneth drink, and it savoureth malt ; And being well brewed, long kept it will last, And drawing abide — if you draw not too fast." The hop has many varieties — thirty or more — among which may be mentioned prolifics, bramblings, goldings, common goldings, old goldings, Canterbury goldings, Meopham gold- ings, etc. When once planted they last for a hundred years, but some growers replace them ev^ery ten years or sooner. The principal enemies of the hop are " mould " caused by the fungus SpJicerotJieca Castagnei, diud several kinds of insects, especially the " green fly," Aphis huniiili^ but the high wind is most to be dreaded. It tears the hop-bines from the poles and throws the poles down, which in falling crush other bines, and thus bruise the hops and prevent their growth, besides obstructing the passage of air and sunlight, and causing the development of mould or mildew. The remedy for mould is dusting with sulphur, and for the green fly, syringing with tobacco or quassia water and soap, " Hop-wash," as it is called. Sometimes the lady-bird {Coccinella septempunctatd) BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 323 is present in sufficient numbers to consume the green fly. Very little can be done to obviate the effects of the wind, but a protective fence of the wild hop — called a " lee " or " loo " — is sometimes put up round very choice plantations. The hop-poles, the preparation of which constitutes a distinct industry, are either of larch, Spanish chestnut, ash, willow, birch, or beech — larch or chestnut being preferred. Women clear the poles of the bark, and men sharpen them at one end, which is dipped in creosote before being used. The ground is cleared, and the poles are stuck in against the old plants in February or March. We are informed that the hop-picking is much looked forward to by the villagers with pleasure as the means of supplying them with a little purse for clothing, etc., against winter-time. Each family or companionship earns from thirty shillings to two pounds per week during the season. We proceed on our excursion, and pass Faversham, which stands in a rather picturesque bit of country some way up Faversham Creek, and is sheltered on the west by a ridge of wooded hills where the hop country ceases, as the railway bends north-easterly for Margate and Ramsgate. Whitstable, the next station passed, is famous for the most delicate oysters in the market, the fishery of which is regulated by an annual court ; and it is said that one grower alone sends fifty thousand barrels a year to London from this district. We speculate whether these delicious molluscs were supplied at that famous supper described in the thirty-ninth chapter of The Old Curiosity Shop, at which were present Kit, his mother, the baby, little Jacob, and Barbara, after the night at the play, when Kit told the waiter " to bring three dozen of his largest-sized oysters, and to look sharp about it," and 324 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. fulfilled his promise " to let little Jacob know what oysters meant." All along, as the railway winds from Whitstable to Margate, glimpses of the sea are visible, and vary our excursion pleasantly. The next noteworthy place we pass is Reculver — the ancient Regulbium — which, according to Mr. Phillips Bevan, is " mentioned in the Itinerary of Antoninus as being garrisoned by the first cohort of Brabantois Belgians. After the Romans, it was occupied by the Saxon Ethelbert, who is said to have occupied it as a palace, and to have been buried there." " The two picturesque towers " (quoting Bevan again), " which form so conspicuous a land and sea mark, are called ' The Sisters/ and are in reality modern-built by the Trinity Board in place of two erected traditionally by an Abbess of Faversham, who was wrecked here with her sister on their way to Broadstairs." The sea is fast encroaching on the land here, notwithstanding the erection of a large sea-wall and piles. Passing Margate, we reach Broadstairs, about thirty-seven miles from Chatham. Broadstairs, immortalized in Our English Watering Place (which paper, says Forster, " ap- peared while I was there, and great was the local excitement"), is so inseparably associated with the earlier years of Charles Dickens's holiday-life, that it becomes most interesting to his admirers. Forster also says, " His later seaside holiday, September 1837, ^^s passed at Broadstairs, as were those of many subsequent years ; and the little watering-place has been made memorable by his pleasant sketch of it." At the time of his first visit (1837) he was writing a portion of Pickwick (Part 18) ; in 1838 part of Nicholas Nicklcby ; and in 1839 part of The Old Ctiriosily Shop. He was also there in 1840, 1 84 1, and 1842, when writing the American Notes; in BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 325 1845 ^"d 1847, when writing Dombey and Son ; in 1848 and 1850, when engaged on David Copperjield ; and in 185 1, when he was drafting the outHnes of Bleak House. At the end of November of that year, when he had settled himself in his new London abode (Tavistock House), the book was begun, " and, as so generally happened with the more im- portant incidents of his life, but always accidentally, begun on a Friday." After 1 851, he returned not again to Broad- stairs until 1859, when he paid his last visit to the place, and stayed a week there. The reason for his forsaking it was that it had become too noisy for him. Broadstairs stands midway between the North Foreland and Ramsgate, and owes its name to the breadth of the sea- gate or '' stair," which was originally defended by a gate or archway. An archway still survives on the road to the sea, and bears on it two inscriptions, (i) " Built by George Culenier about 1540"; (2) "Repaired by Sir John Henniker, Bart, 1795." Broadstairs has good sands, precipitous chalk cliffs, and a very fine sea-view. The railway station is about a mile from the pier, and the town is approached by a well-kept road (" the main street of our watering-place. . . . You may know it by its being always stopped up with donkey chaises. Whenever you come here and see the harnessed donkeys eating clover out of barrows drawn completely across a narrow thoroughfare, you may be quite sure you are in our High Street "), with villas standing in their own gardens, most of which are brightened by summer flowers, notably the blue clematis {Clematis Jackmani) and by those charming seaside evergreens the Escallonia and the Euonymus. As we near the sea, the shops become more numerous, and, on the right-hand side, we have no difficulty in finding (although we heard it 326 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. had been altered considerably) the house "No. 12, High Street," in which Dickens lived when he first visited Broad- stairs. It is a plain little dwelling of single front, with a small parlour looking into the street, and has one story over — ^just the place that seems suited to the financial position of the novelist when he was commencing life. The house is now occupied by Mr. Bean, plumber and glazier, whose wife courteously shows us over it, aod into the back yard and little garden, kindly giving us some pears from an old tree growing there, whereon we speculate as to whether Dickens himself had ever enjoyed the fruit from the same old tree. He appears to have lived in this house during his visits in 1837 and 1838. We ask the good lady if she is aware that Charles Dickens had formerly stayed in her house, and she replies in the negative, so we recommend her to get her husband to put up a tablet outside to the effect " Charles Dickens lived here, 1837," ^" imitation of the example of the Society of Arts in Furnival's Inn. There can be no doubt as to the identity of the house, for we take the precaution of ascertaining that the numbers have not been altered. Our efforts to discover " Lawn House," where Dickens stayed on his visits from 1838 to 1848, arc attended with some difficulty. First we are told it lay this way, then that, and then the other ; a smart villa in a new road is pointed out to us as the object of our search, which we at once reject, as being too recent. But we are patient and persevering, feeling, with Mr. F.'s aunt, that " you can't make a head and brains out of a brass knob with nothing in it. You couldn't do it when your Uncle George was living ; much less when he's dead ! " Finally, we appeal to some one who looks like the "oldest inhabitant," and obtain something like a clue. BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 327 We are eventually directed to a veritable '' Lawn House," which is the last house on the left as you approach "Fort House." It must have changed in respect of its surroundings since forty years have passed, and although there is nothing outside to indicate it as such, it seems fair to assume that this was the house described in the Life as " a small villa between the hill and the cornfield." The present occupier, who has no recollection of Dickens ever having been there, courteously allows us to see the hall and dining-room. The house is of course a great improvement upon " No 12, High Street." A few steps from " Lawn House " lead us to the drive ap- proaching " Fort House," pleasantly surrounded by a sloping lawn and shrubbery. John Forster, alluding to it in the Life, says : — " The residence he most desired there, ' Fort House,' stood prominently at the top of a breezy hill on the road to Kings- gate, with a cornfield between it and the sea, and this in many subsequent years he always occupied." Alas ! the cornfield is no more, but " Fort House," or " Bleak House," as it is indifferently termed locally, remains intact. It is the most striking object of the place, standing on a cliff overlooking the sea, the harbour, and the town (made familiar by several photographs and engravings), with its curious verandahs and blinds, as seen in the vignette of J. C. Hotten's interesting book, Charles Dickens : The Story of His Life. An excellent photograph is published in the town, of which we are glad to secure a copy. In the sixth chapter of Bleak House it is called " an old- fashioned house with three peaks in the roof in front, and a severe sweep leading to the porch." In the same chapter there is a minute account of the interior, too lengthy to be quoted ; 328 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. but the description does not resemble Fort House. We are kindly permitted by the occupier to see the study in which the novelist worked, a privilege long to be remembered. This room is approached by " a little staircase of shallow steps " from the first floor, as described in Bleak House ; but it will be borne in mind that the " Bleak House " of the novel is placed in Hertfordshire, near St. Albans, and not at Broadstairs, r L although many persons still believe that Fort House is the original of the story. From the study wc have a lovely view of the sea — the balmy breeze of a summer's day lightly fan- ning the waves, and just sufficing to move the delicate filament- ous foliage of the tamarisk trees now standing in the place where the cornfield was. Even at the time we see it, changed as all its surroundings are, we can imagine the enjoyment which Dickens had in this healthy spot on the North Downs. BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 329 In that interesting " book for an idle hour " called The Shuttlecock Papers, Mr. J. Ashby-Sterry thus sympathetically alludes to "Bleak House": — "What a romantic place this Is to write in, is it not ? What a glorious study to work in ! Indeed, both from situation and association, it would be im- possible to find a better place for writing, were it not that one feels that so much superb work has been done on this very spot by so great an artist, that the mere craftsman is inclined to question whether it is worth while for him to write at all." How well Dickens loved Broadstairs is told in his letter of the 1st September, 1843, addressed to Professor Felton, of Cambridge, U. S. A., as follows : — " This is a little fishing-place ; intensely quiet ; built on a cliff, whereon — in the centre of a tiny semi-circular bay — our house stands ; the sea rolling and dashing under the windows. Seven miles out are the Goodwin Sands (you've heard of the Goodwin Sands ?), whence floating lights perpetually wink after dark, as if they were carrying on intrigues with the servants. Also there is a lighthouse called the North Foreland on a hill behind the village, a severe parsonic light, which reproves the young and giddy floaters, and stares grimly out upon the sea. Under the cliff are rare good sands, where all the children assemble every morning and throw up impossible fortifications, which the sea throws down again at high-water. Old gentlemen and ancient ladies flirt after their own manner in two reading-rooms, and on a great many scattered seats in the open air. Other old gentlemen look all day long through telescopes and never see anything. " In a bay-window in a one-pair sits, from nine o'clock to one, a gentleman with rather long hair and no neckcloth, who writes and grins as if he thought he were very funny indeed. 330 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. His name is Boz. At one he disappears, and presently emerges from a bathing machine, and may be seen — a kind of salmon-coloured porpoise — splashing about in the ocean. After that he may be seen in another bay-window on the ground-floor, eating a strong lunch ; after that, walking a dozen miles or so, or lying on his back in the sand reading a book. Nobody bothers him unless they know he is disposed to be talked to ; and I am told he is very comfortable indeed. He's as brown as a berry, and they do say is a small fortune to the innkeeper who sells beer and cold punch. But this is mere rumour. Sometimes he goes up to London (eighty miles or so away), and then I'm told there is a sound in Lincoln's Inn Fields at night, as of men laughing, together with a clinking of knives and forks, and wine-glasses." And further in a letter to another correspondent recently made public : — " When you come to London, to assist at Miss Liston's sacrifice, don't forget to remind your uncle of our Broadstairs engagement to which I hold you bound. A good sea — fresh breezes — fine sands — and pleasant walks — with all manner of fishing-boats, lighthouses, piers, bathing-machines, are its only attractions, but it's one of the freshest little places in the world, consequently the proper place for you." In the year 185 1, in a letter dated 8th September, addressed to Mr. Henry Austin, he thus alludes to a wreck which took place at Broadstairs : — "A great to-do here. A steamer lost on the Goodwins yesterday, and our men bringing in no end of dead cattle and sheep. I stood supper for them last night, to the unbounded gratification of Broadstairs. They came in from the wreck very wet and tired, and very much disconcerted by the nature BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 331 of their prize — which, I suppose after all, will have to be recommitted to the sea, when the hides and tallow are secured. One lean-faced boatman murmured, when they were all ruminating over the bodies as they lay on the pier : ' Couldn't sassages be made on it ? ' but retired in confusion shortly afterwards, overwhelmed by the execrations of the bystanders." Dickens got tired of Broadstairs in 1847, for reasons given in the following letter to Forster, though he did not forsake it till some years after : — " Vagrant music is getting to that height here, and is so impossible to be escaped from, that I fear Broadstairs and I must part company in time to come. Unless it pours of rain, I cannot write half an hour without the most excruciat- ing organs, fiddles, bells, or glee singers. There is a violin of the most torturing kind under the window now (time, ten in the morning), and an Italian box of music on the steps — both in full blast." By good luck we fall in with an " old salt," formerly one of the boatmen of Our English Watering Place who are therein immortalized by much kindly mention, with w^hom we have a pleasant chat about Charles Dickens. Harry Ford (the name of our friend) well remembers the great novelist, when in early days he used to come on his annual excursions with his family to Broadstairs. " Bless your soul," he says, " I can see ' Old Charley,' as we used to call him among our- selves here, a-coming flying down from the cliff with a hop, step, and jump, with his hair all flying about. He used to sit sometimes on that rail " (pointing to the one surrounding the harbour), " with his legs lolling about, and sometimes on the seat that you're a-sitting on now " (adjoining the 332 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. old Look-out House opposite the Tartar Frigate Inn), " and he was very fond of talking to us fellows and hearing our tales — he was very good-natured, and nobody was liked better. And if you'll read " (continues our informant) " that story that he wrote and printed about Our IVaterifig Piace^ I was the man who's mentioned there as mending a little ship for a boy. / held that child between my knees. And what's more, sir, / took ' Old Charley,' on the very last time that he came over to Broadstairs (he wasn't living here at the time), round the foreland to Margate, with a party of four friends. I took 'em in my boat, the Irene** pointing to a clinker-built strong boat lying in the harbour, capable of holding twenty people. " The wind was easterly — the weather was rather rough, and it took mc three or four hours to get round. There was a good deal of chaffing going on, I can tell you." BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 333 Mrs. Long, of Zion Place, Broadstairs, the wife of an old coastguardman, who was stationed at the Preventive Station when Dickens lodged at P'ort House, also remembered the novelist. The coastguard men are also immortalized in Otir English Watering Place, as " a steady, trusty, well-conditioned, well-conducted set of men, with no misgiving about looking you full in the face, and with a quiet, thorough-going way of passing along to their duty at night, carrying huge sou'- wester clothing in reserve, that is fraught with all good pre- possession. They are handy fellows — neat about their houses, industrious at gardening, would get on with their wives, one thinks, in a desert island — and people it too soon." Mrs. Long says "Mr. Dickens was a very nice sort of gentleman, but he didn't like a noise." The window^s of Fort House, she reminds us, overlooked the coastguard station, and whenever the children playing about made more noise than usual, he used to tell her husband gently " to take the children away," or " to keep the people quiet." This little story fully confirms Dickens's often-expressed feeling of dislike, which subsequently grew intolerable, to Broadstairs as a watering- place. After taking a turn or two on the lively Promenade, — made bright by the rich masses of flesh-coloured flowers of the valerian which fringe its margin, — to enjoy the sunshine and air, and watch the holiday folks, we bid adieu to Broadstairs, and proceed to Margate. Of Margate there is not much to say. We reach it by an early afternoon train of the London, Chatham, and Dover Railway, to get the quickest service by the South-Eastern Railway on to Canterbury. Our stay at Margate is conse- quently very limited. 334 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. To some minds this popular Cockney watering-place has great attractions ; its broad sands, its beautiful air, and its boisterous amusements, negro-melodies, merry-go-rounds, and the like ; but it was a place seldom visited by Dickens, although he was so often near it. Only twice in the Life is it recorded that he came here; once being in 1844, when he wrote to Forster respecting the theatre as follows : — *' ' Nota Bene. — The Margate Theatre is open every evening, and the four Patagonians (see Goldsmith's Essays) are per- forming thrice a week at Ranelagh.' A visit from me " — Forster goes on to say — " was at this time due, to which these were held out as inducements ; and there followed what it was supposed I could not resist, a transformation into the broadest farce of a deep tragedy by a dear friend of ours. ' Now you really must come. Seeing only is believing, very often isn't that, and even Being the thing falls a long way short of believing it. Mrs. Nickleby herself once asked me, as you know, if I really believed there ever was such a woman ; but there will be no more belief, either in me or my descriptions, after what I have to tell of our excellent friend's tragedy, if you don't come and have it played again for yourself, 'by particular desire.' We saw it last night, and oh ! if you had but been with us ! Young Betty, doing what the mind of man without my help never cmi conceive, with his legs like padded boot-trees wrapped up in faded yellow drawers, was the hero. The comic man of the company, enveloped in a white sheet, with his head tied with red tape like a brief, and greeted with yells of laughter whenever he appeared, was the venerable priest. A poor toothless old idiot, at whom the very gallery roared with contempt when he was called a tyrant, was the remorseless and aged Creon. And Ismene, being arrayed in BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 335 spangled muslin trousers very loose in the legs and very tight in the ankles, such as Fatima would wear in Blue Beard, was at her appearance immediately called upon for a song ! After this can you longer — ? ' " He speaks in a letter to Forster, dated September, .1847, of " improvements in the Margate Theatre since his memor- able first visit." It had been managed by a son of the great comedian Dowton, and the piece which Dickens then saw was As You Like It, " really very well done, and a most excellent house." It was Mr. Dowton's benefit, and " he made a sens- ible and modest kind of speech," which impressed Dickens, who thus concludes his letter : — " He really seems a most respectable man, and he has cleaned out this dusthole of a theatre into something like decency." 336 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. There is also the following significant mention of Margate in chapter nineteen of Bleak House : — " It is the hottest long vacation known for many years. All the young clerks are madly in love, and according to their various degrees, pant for bliss with the beloved object at Margate, Ramsgate, or Gravesend." If Broadstairs was noisy, Margate must have been intensely so. We leave the crowded holiday- making place without much feeling of regret, and passing Ramsgate — of which there is but one mention in the Life — on our way, reach Canterbury in the afternoon. We are delighted with this exquisitely beautiful old city, our only regret being that our time is very limited, and our means of ascertaining places situated in *' Dickens-Land " more so. Taking up our temporary quarters at the "Sir John Falstaff" Hotel, in remembrance of its namesake at Gad's Hill, after the refreshment of a meal, we commence our tramp through Canterbury, where David Copperfield passed some of his happiest days. Of the Falstaff here there is an excellent picture in Mr. Rimmer's About England with Dickens ; a very quaint old inn with double front, and bay-windows top and bottom, possibly of the sixteenth century, and with a long swinging sign extending over the pavement, on which is painted a life-like presentment of the portly knight, the pretty ornamental ironwork supporting it reminding one of Washington Irving's description in Bracebridge Hall^" idiVxci' fully wrought at top into flourishes and flowers." A few steps further on is the West Gate, " standing between two lofty and spacious round towers erected in the river," built by Archbishop Sudbury, who was barbarously murdered BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 337 by Wat Tyler in the reign of Richard II., which is the sole remaining one of six gates formerly constituting the ap- proaches to the city. From this gate, looking eastward, with the river Stour on either side, banked by neatly-trimmed private gardens, a beautiful view of the city is obtained. The High Street, crowded with gables of the sixteenth century and later timbered houses, slightly bends and rises as well, until the perspective seems to lose itself in a distant grove ^^T:^\i of trees, locally called the " Dane John," a corruption of " Donjon." This view, especially when seen on a summer afternoon, is most picturesque. The present appearance of the quiet street is decidedly unlike that which it presented on that busy market-day when Miss Betsey Trotwood drove her nephew along it, for David says, " My aunt had a good opportunity of insinuating the grey pony among carts, baskets, vegetables, and hucksters' goods. The hair-breadth turns and twists we made drew down upon us a variety of 338 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. speeches from the people standing about, which were not always complimentary ; but my aunt drove on with perfect indifference." We notice in the windows and in many of the shops an abundance of brightly-coloured cut-flowers, a notable feature of the county of Kent ; but we have little time to spare, and hasten on to the Cathedral precincts. " What a m.agnificent edifice ! " is our first thought on beholding the Cathedral, a noble pile so well befitting the Metropolitan See of England, from which the Christianity of the Kingdom first flowed. Dating from Ethelbert, at the close of the sixth century, three structures have successively occupied the site, culminating in the present one, which, according to Mr. Phillips Bevan, was erected at different times between 1070 and 1500 ; and he goes on to say :— " No wonder that it exhibits so many styles and peculiarities of detail, although the two most prominent architectural eras are those of ' Transition-Norman ' and ' Perpendicular.' " The appropriate stone figures in niches of distinguished Royal and Ecclesiastical personages associated with the Cathedral (which at the suggestion of Dean Alford in 1863 replaced those of the murderers of the martyr, Thomas a Becket), from King Ethelbert to Queen Victoria, and from Archbishop Lanfranc to Archbishop Longley ; the lofty groined arches and stately towers, the beautiful carved screen, the noble monuments, the splendid choir (a hundred and eighty feet in length) approached by many steps, the rich stained-glass windows, all attract our admirin- attention, and confirm our impression that a modern pilgrimage to Canterbury is a thing to be highly appreciated ; and on no account would we have missed this part of our excursion. The murder of 340 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Thomas a Bccket (1170) took place between the nave and the choir in a transept or cross aisle called " The Martyrdom." There is an interesting Sidney Cooper Gallery of Art, and also a Museum in the city, the latter containing some rare old Roman Mosaic pavement discovered in Burgate Street at a depth of ten feet. But our object is to identify spots made memorable in David Copperfield^ and we walk round the spacious Cathedral Close and " make an effort " (as Mrs. Chick said) in trying to find the simple-minded and good Dr. Strong's House. It is described as " a grave building in a courtyard, with a learned air about it that seemed very well suited to -the stray rooks and jackdaws who came down from the Cathedral towers, and walked with a clerkly bearing on the grass-plat." Alas ! it is not here, although there are many such houses that correspond with it in some particulars. So we try several of the " dear old tranquil streets," but fail to discover the identical building. The next object of our search is Mr. Wickfield's residence, " a very old house bulging out over the road ; a house with low latticed windows, bulging out still further, and beams with carved heads on the ends, bulging out too." Mow strongly the description in many parts tallies with the houses in Rochester opposite " Eastgate House " ; but here again we arc baffled, as other modern pilgrims have been before, and we cannot associate any particular building with cither of the two houses. The house in lUngatc Street now occu- pied as offices by Messrs. Plummer aii«l lirlding, Diocesan Registrars, who obligingly permit an Lxaniination of it, is suggested to us as being Mr. Wickfield's liousc, but, after 342 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. an inspection, on several grounds we are obliged to reject this suggestion. .tf^^^^^ There was many a " low old-fashioned room, walked straight into from the street," which would have served for the '' umble " dwelling of Uriah Heep and his mother, but none can be pointed out with absolute certainty as being the veritable one. By the vindness of Dr. Sheppard " Bits" of Old Canterbury. and Mr. T. 1^. Rossetcr, F.R.M.S., we are, however, enabled BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 343 to identify two houses in Canterbury alluded to in David Copperfield. The " County Inn/' where Mr. Dick slept on his visits to David "every alternate Wednesday," was no doubt The Royal Fountain Hotel in St. Margaret's Street (formerly the Watling Street), which is still recognized as such. A passage in the seventeenth chapter thus refers to these visits : — *' Mr. Dick was very partial to ginger-bread. To render his visits the more agreeable, my aunt had instructed me to open a credit fot him at a cake-shop, which was hampered with the stipulation that he should not be served with more than one shilling's-worth in the course of any one day. This, and the reference of all his little bills at the County Inn, where he slept, to my aunt before they were paid, induced me to think that Mr. Dick was only allowed to rattle his money, and not to spend it." The " little Inn " (as recorded in the same chapter) where Mr. Micawber " put up " on his first visit to Canterbury, and where he " occupied a little room in it partitioned off from the commercial, and strongly flavoured with tobacco smoke," is doubtless the " Sun Inn " in Sun Street, which is at the opposite corner of the square where the ancient " Chequers " in Mercery Lane — the Pilgrim's Inn of Chaucer — stood. It was a place of resort from afar, and was altered in the seventeenth century. Dr. Sheppard calls attention to the interesting fact that the omnibus from Heme Bay stopped at the Sun ; and probably, in his visits to Broadstairs, Dickens would often run over for a day's trip to Canterbury. On their first visit to the "little Inn," Mr. and Mrs. Micawber — notwithstanding their chronic impecuniosity — thus entertained David Copperfield : — 3H A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " We had a beautiful little dinner. Quite an elegant dish of fish ; the kidney end of a loin of veal roasted ; fried sausage-meat ; a partridge and a pudding. There was wine, and there was strong ale ; and after dinner Mrs. Micawber made us a bowl of hot punch with her own hands." They spent a jolly evening, and ended with singing Aiild Lang Syne. The " little Inn " is again alluded to later in the story, where Mr. Micawber announces his full determination to abstain from everything until he has exposed the machin- ations of, and blown to pieces, " the — a — detestable serpent — Heep;" and finally, where David Copperfield "assisted at an explosion," and Mr. Micawber is triumphant, and the " transcendent and immortal hypocrite and perjurer, Heep," is forced to succumb. Speaking of the " little Inn " for the last time, David says : — " I looked at the old house from the corner of the street. . . . The early sun was striking edgewise on its gables and lattice-windows, touching them with gold ; and some beams of its old peace seemed to touch my heart." Dr. Sheppard subsequently told us that, when he was beginning to turn his attention to the deciphering and utilizing of ancient MSS., he was much^ impressed, when perusing some articles in Household Words^ or some other papers written by Dickens, relating to the neglected state of public records, more particularly at Canterbury ; and when many years after the very records of which he wrote came under his (Dr. Sheppard's) care, he was surprised to find the names of Snodgrass, Sam Weller, and others therein. The records to which Dr. Sheppard referred were those in charge of the Archbi.shop's Registrar at Canterbury. BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 345 If time permits it would be pleasant to go on to Dover,^ to see " Miss Betsey Trotwood's house," but this is im- possible ; and indeed, all that can be said about a tramp in search of " that very neat little cottage with cheerful bow windows in front of it, a small square gravelled court or garden full of flowers carefully tended, and smelling deliciously," has been well said by Mr. Ashby-Sterry in his delightful little volume, Cucumber CJu'onicles. 2 One of the ''Five Cinque Ports, and two Ancient Towns" often referred to, but not always remembered — Hastings, Sandwich, Dover, New Romney, Hythe, Winchelsea and Rye. 346 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. After much perseverance, and in spite of almost as many dif- ficulties as beset poor little David Copperfield himself in his search for his aunt (who, as the Dover boatmen told him, "lived in the South Foreland Light, and had singed her whiskers by doing so " — " that she was made fast to the great buoy outside the harbour, and could only be visited at half-tide" — "that she was locked up in Maidstone Jail for child-stealing" — and that " she was seen to mount a broom in the last high wind and make direct for Calais"), Mr. Ashby-Sterry succeeded, although his greatest embarrassment arose from that irre- pressible nuisance, " Buggins the Builder," who cannot be controlled even in the neighbourhood of Dover, so "hugely does he delight to mar those spots that have been hallowed by antiquity, seclusion, or the pen of the novelist. Hence the abode of Betsey Trotwood is not so pleasant as it must have been formerly, for other houses have clustered about the back and the front." But Mr. Ashby-Sterry quite satisfied himself as to the identity on Dover Heights of the very neat little cottage, and assures us that " the house, however, still stands high, the fresh breezes from over the sea and across the Down smite it. It still has a view of the sea, though perhaps not so uninterrupted as it was in the days of David Copperfield." He further states that it is, perhaps, not quite so neat as it was in Miss Betsey Trotwood's time, though there are no donkeys about. Here are the bow windows, with the room above, where Mr. Dick alarmed poor David by nodding and laughing at him on his first arrival. The window on the right must have belonged to the neat room "with the drugget- covered carpet," and the old-fashioned furniture brightly polished, where might be found " the cat, the kettle-holder, the two canaries, the old china, the punch-bowl full of dried BROADSTAIRS, MARGATE, AND CANTERBURY. 347 rose leaves, the tall press guarding all sorts of bottles and pots, and wonderfully out of keeping with the rest." On the strength of this description by an ardent lover of Dickens, we fully make up our minds to visit Dover at no distant date to see Miss Betsey Trotwood's house for ourselves. A propos of Miss Trotwood's domicile, we have been favoured by Mr. C. K. Worsfold, an old resident of Dover, with a letter containing some interesting particulars, from which we extract the following : — " Dickens's description of the local habitation of Betsey Trotwood is not consistent with the surroundings. The hills on either side of the town belong to the War Department, and are occupied as fortifications ; on the eastern side is the Castle, and on the western side barracks and forts. On the western heights there is a house somewhat answering to Dickens's description, having a garden in front of it, and a small plot of grass in front of the garden ; and about forty years ago there lived in this house a lady of rather masculine character, who always resented any intrusion of boys, and perhaps donkeys, on the grass in front of her house and garden, and I believe she was occasionally rather rough with the boys ; but there the likeness to Betsey Trotwood ends. This was a married lady living with her husband. " I know it was a matter of conversation forty years ago that Dickens must have found his original in the lady in question, but I think he was rather in the habit of selecting his characters without reference to locality, and then adapting them to his requirements. " Dickens was a frequent visitor to Dover, and he may possibly have been a witness of some encounter between this lady and the boys, and on that occasion donkeys may have 348 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. been present.^ I do not know of any relative of the lady answering to Miss Trotwood's worthy nephew." "A moderate stroke," as Mr. Datchery said, "is all I am justified in scoring up " ; and we reluctantly leave the "sunny street of Canterbury, dozing, as it were, in the hot light," and take our places in the train for Chatham, distant about twenty-seven miles. The only new parts of interest which we go over, on our return journey by rail, are the green fields surrounding the ancient city, wherein are numbers of those beautiful and quiet-feeding cattle, which the eminent artist, Mr. T. Sidney Cooper, R,A. (who resides in the neighbourhood), loves to paint, and paints so well ; and in due time we pass the chalk-topped hills called Harbledown, overlooking Canter- bury, from whence the best view of the city is obtained, and safely reach our headquarters at Rochester. ^ Mr. Charles Dickens kindly writes to me : — " The lady who objected to the donkeys lived at Broadstairs. I knew her when I was a boy." CHAPTER XII. COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HICHAM. " And now the range of marshes lay clear before us, with the sails of the ships on the river growing out of it ; and we went into the Church- yard . . . and the light wind strewed it with beautiful shadows of clouds and trees." H« ***** * " What might have been your opinion of the place ? " '^A most beastly place. Mudbank, mist, swamp and work ; work, swamp, mist, and mudbank." — Great Expectations. ******* "They were now in the open country ; the houses were very few and scattered at long intervals, often miles apart. Occasionally they came upon a cluster of poor cottages, some with a chair or low board put across the open door, to keep the scrambling children from the road ; others shut up close, while all the family were working in the fields. These were often the commencement of a little village ; and after an interval came a wheelwright's shed, or perhaps a blacksmith's forge ; then a thriving farm, with sleepy cows lying about the yard, and horses peering over the low wall, and scampering away when harnessed horses passed upon the road, as though in triumph at their freedom." — The Old Curiosity Shop. Now for a long tramp in the country of the Marshes — the famous "Meshes" of Great Expectations. The air is sultry on this Thursday afternoon, and there is thunder in the distance. The storm, however, does not pass over Rochester, but further on we find traces of it where the roadways have been washed up. Afterwards the air becomes deliciously cool, and that hum of all Nature which succeeds the quiet preceding the storm is distinctly perceptible. Crossing Rochester Bridge, keeping to the right along Strood and 349 350 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. Frindsbury — the churchyard of which affords a splendid view of Rochester, Chatham, and the Medway — passing up Four Elms Hill and through the little village of Wainscot, nothing of interest calls for notice until we have travelled some miles from Strood. After crossing a tramway belonging to Government, and utilized by the Royal Engineers as a means of communication between the powder-magazine and Chatham Earracks, we observe that vegetation, which is so rich in other parts of Kent, here appears to be dwarfed and stunted. A hop-garden presents a very miserable contrast, in its struggle for exist- ence, to others we have seen in the more central parts of the county, and even some of these were far from being luxuriant, owing to such a peculiarly wet and cold season. The hedges in places are diversified with the small gold and violet star-like flowers and the green and scarlet berries of the climbing woody nightshade, or bitter-sweet {Solaiunn Diilcainard), often mistaken for the deadly nightshade {Airopa Belladonna — a fine bushy herbaceous perennial, with large ovate-shaped leaves, and lurid, purple bell-shaped flowers), quite a different plant, and happily somewhat rare in England. The delicate light-blue flowers of the chicory are very abundant here. A tramp of upwards of six miles from Rochester, by way of Hoo,^ brings us to Lodge Hill, overlooking Perry Hill, which affords a magnificent view of the mouth of the Thames beyond the low-lying Marshes, and of Canvey Island, off the coast of Essex, on the opposite side. By the kindness of a farmer's wife we are allowed to take a short cut through 1 Speaking of Hoo, Lambardc says (1570)—" Hoh in the old English signifieth sorrow or sickness, wherewith the Inhabitants of that unwhole- some Hundred be very much exercised [!]." COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HICHAM. 351 the farm-garden and grounds, which leads direct to CooHng (or Cowh'ng) Church, a cheerless, grey-stone structure, the tower standing out as a beacon long before we reach it. Those unacquainted with this part of Kent may be in- terested in knowing that the Marshes, which stretch out over a considerable distance on either side of the Thames, on both the Kent and the Essex coasts, consist entirely of alluvial soil reclaimed at some time from the river. They are intersected by ditches and water-courses, and covered with rank vegetation, chiefly of grass, rushes, and flags, where not cultivated. Higher up the land is rich, and large tracts of it are planted with vegetables as market gardens. Sea-gulls, plovers, and herons are numerous ; their call-notes in the still evening sounding shrill and uncanny over the long stretches of flat lands. Dear old Michael Drayton, the Warwickshire poet, who touched upon almost everything, has not omitted to describe the Marshes in a somewhat similar locality, for in the Polyolbion (Song XVIII.) he gracefully compares them to a female enamoured of the beauties of the River Rother, thus : — " Appearing to the flood, most bravely like a Queen, Clad all from head to foot, in gaudy Summer's green. Her mantle richly wrought with sundry flow'rs and weeds ; Her moistful temples bound with wreaths of quiv'ring reeds ; And on her loins a frock, with many a swelling plait, Emboss'd with well-spread horse, large sheep, and full-fed neat ; With villages amongst, oft powthcred here and there ; And (that the same more like to landscape should appear) With lakes and lesser fords, to mitigate the heat In summer, when the fly doth prick the gadding neat." Readers of Great Expectations will remember that the 352 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. scene in the first chapter between Pip and the convict, Magwitch, is laid in CooHng churchyard, and on reaching this spot we are instantly reminded of what doubtless gave origin to the idea of the five dead little brothers of poor Philip Pirrip, for there, on the left of the principal pathwiiy, are indeed, not five stone lozenges, but ten in one row and three more at the back of them, such peculiarly-shaped and curiously-arranged little monuments as we never before be- held. They consist of a grey stone (Kentish-rag, probably, but lichen-encrusted by time) of cylindrical shape, widening at the shoulders, cofhn-like, and about a yard in length, the diameter being about eight inches, including the portion buried in the earth. P^our little foot-stones are placed in front, and separating the ten little memorials from the three at the back is a large head-stone, bearing the name — " Comport of Cowling Court, 1771." Cooling Church, which has the date 161 5 on one of the bells, has an example of a Hagioscope, a curious, small, square, angular, tunnel-like opening through the wall, which divides the nave from the chancel. It is said to have been the place through which those members of tlie church, who were unworthy or unable to receive the sacred elements, might get a look at their more acceptable companions during the administration of the sacrament. The Rev. W. M. A. Leaver, the Rector, who kindly shows us over his church, in reply to our question as to whether he could give any information about Charles Dickens, said that he was a new-comer in the district, and that all he remembers is, that when his sister was a little baby in arms, her mother happened once to be travel li ml; in the same train with the great novelist, who, with his usual kindness, gave the child an orange, which she acknowledged very ungratefully by scratching his face ! COOLING, CLTFFE, AND HICHAM. 353 The following is a picture of the neighbourhood, given in the opening sentences of the story : — "Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time, I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was !vf;i2*i^'^- the churchyard ; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana, wife of above, were dead and buried ; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the a^foresaid, were also dead and buried ; and that the dark flat wilder- ness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes, and mounds, and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes ; and that the low leaden Hne beyond was the river ; and that the distant savage lair, from which the wind was rushing, was the sea ; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all, and beginning to cry, was Pip." Here follows the appearance of the awful convict, and the A A 354 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. terrible threats by which he induces Pip to bring him " that file and them wittles " on the morrow ; to enforce obedience the convict tilts Pip two or three times, " and then " [says Pip] " he gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock." Then he held him by the arms in an upright position on the top of the stone, finally threatening him "with having his heart and liver torn out," !n case of non-compliance. All the characters described in Great Expectations, and all the scenes wherein they played their parts — Pip, with and without his "great expectations"; his sister Mrs. Joe Gargery, " on the rampage with Tickler ; " Joe Gargery, " ever the best of friends, dear Pip;" Mr. and Mrs. Hubble, the former fond of " a bit of savoury pork pie as would lay atop of anything you could mention and do no harm ; " the stage- struck Wopsle, alias "Mr. Waldengarver " ; "the servile Pumblechook ; " the two convicts, " Pip's convict," Magvvitch, with "the great iron on his leg," and the "other convict," Compeyson, also ironed ; " slouching old " Orlick ; Biddy, simple-hearted and loving; "the Serjeant" and "party of soldiers " ; Mr. Jaggers, " the Old Bailey lawyer " ; Estella, Miss Havisham, Herbert Pocket, and Bentley Drummle at " the market town " ; Joe's Forge (now converted into a dwelling-house) ; " The Three Jolly Bargemen " (obviously taken from " The Three Horse-shoes," the present village inn) ; the " old Battery," " the little sluice-house by the lime- kiln ; " — all centre round Cooling churchyard, and appear before us as though traced on a map. Forster says in the Life : — " It is strange as I transcribe the words, with what wonderful vividness they bring back the very spot on which we stood when he said he meant to make it the 350 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. scene of the opening of this story — Cooling Castle ruins and the desolate Church, lying out among the marshes seven miles from Gad's Hill ! " Beyond where the river runs to the sea, we conjure up the chase and recapture of Pip's convict, while poor Pip himself, assisted by his friend Herbert Pocket, is straining every nerve to get him away. As illustrative of the wonderfully careful way in which Dickens did all his work, we also read in Forster's Life: — " To make himself sure of the actual course of a boat in such circumstances, and what possible incidents the adventure might have, Dickens hired a steamer for the day from Black- wall to Southend. Eight or nine friends, and three or four members of his family, were on board, and he seemed to have no care, the whole of that summer day (22nd of May, 1 861), except to enjoy their enjoyment and entertain them with his own in shape of a thousand whims and fancies ; but his sleep- less observation was at work all the time, and nothing had escaped his keen vision on either side of the river. The fifteenth chapter of the third volume is a masterpiece." Speaking generally of this fascinating story, which possesses a thousand-fold greater interest to us now we visit the country there described (not formerly very accessible, but now readily approached by the railway from Gravcsend to Shecrncss, alight- ing at Cliffe, the nearest station to Cooling), Forster says : — " It may be doubted if Dickens could better have estab- lished his right to the front rank among novelists claimed for him, than by the ease and mastery with which, in these two books of Copperfield and Great Expectations, he kept perfectly distinct the two stories of a boy's childhood, both told in the form of autobiography." COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HIGHAM. 357 The marshes are also alluded to twice in Bleak House — first, in chapter one — " Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights ; " and secondly, in the twenty-sixth chapter, in the dialogue between Trooper George and his odd but kind- hearted attendant Phil Squod, the original of which, by the bye, was a Chatham character. " ' And so, Phil,' says George of the shooting gallery, after several turns in silence ; 'you were dreaming of the country last night.' "Phil, by the bye, said as much, in a tone of surprise, as he scrambled out of bed. " * Yes, guv'ner.' "'What was it like?' " ' I hardly know what it was like, guv'ner,' said Phil, considering. " ' How did you know it was the country ? ' " * On accounts of the grass, I think. And the swans upon it,' says Phil, after further consideration. " * What were the swans doing on the grass ? ' " ' They was a eating of it, I expect,' says Phil. . . . " ' The country,' says Mr. George, applying his knife and fork, ' why I suppose you never clapped your eyes on the country, Phil? ' " ' I see the marshes once,' says Phil, contentedly eating his breakfast. " * What marshes ? ' ^^^ The marshes, commander,' returns Phil. "'Where are they?' "'I don't know where they are,' says Phil, ' but I see 'em, guv'ner. They was flat. And miste.'" Forster says : — " About the whole of this Cooling church- yard, indeed, and the neighbouring castle ruins, there was a weird strangeness that made it one of his [Dickens's] attractive walks in the late year or winter, when from Higham he could get to it across country, over the stubble fields; and, for a shorter summer walk, he was not less fond of going round the 358 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. village of Shorne, and sitting on a hot afternoon in its pretty shady churchyard." Altogether, the place has a dreary and lonesome appear- ance in the close of the summer evening, and we can picture with wonderful vividness the remarkable scenes described in Great Expectations, as the lurid purple reflection from the setting sun spreads over the Thames valley, and lights up the marshes ; the tall pollards standing out like spectres contribute to the weirdness and beauty of the scene. Dickens was not the only admirer of the Marshes. Turner also visited them, and painted some of his most famous pictures from observation there, namely " Stangate Creek," "Shrimping Sands," and ''' Off Sheerness." A few paces from the church brings us to Cooling Castle, built by Sir John de Cobham, the third Baron Cobham, in the reign of Richard II., whose arms appear on the gate- house, together with a very curious motto in early English characters. We extract the following interesting account of the tower from the ArcJiceologia Cantiana (vol. xi.) : — " On the south face of the eastern Outer Gate Tower, we see the well-known inscription, which takes the form of a Charter, with Lord Cobham's seal appended to it. This is formed of fourteen copper plates exquisitely enamelled. The writing is in black, while the ground is of white enamel ; the seal and silk cords are of the proper colours. The whole work is an exquisite example of enamel, which after five hundred years' exposure to the weather remains nearly as good as when it was put up. The inscription states very clearly why Lord Cobham erected a castle here, viz. for tlie safety of the country. The I^'rcnch invasion had shewn the need, and the inscription was perhaps intended to disiinn the suspicions and 36o A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. hostility of the serfs by reminding them of that need. It runs thus, in four h'nes, each enamelled upon three plates of copper : — " ' Knoweth that beth and schul be That i am mad in help of the cuntre In knowyng of whyche thyng Thys is chartre and witnessyng.' " "(Seal, 'gules', on a chevron 'or' three lions rampant 'sable'.) " Inscriptions are rare on Gothic buildings, especially on castles. This at Coulyng is remarkable from being in English, at a time when Latin was employed in all charters ; it contains that early form of the plural 'beth' instead of 'are.' The inscription measures thirty-two inches by fourteen, and the diameter of the seal is no less than seven and a quarter inches long." After stopping a short time to admire the imposing entrance gate and the remains of the ancient moat, we wend our way for two or three miles, by lanes and " over the stubble-fields," to the straggling village of Clifife,^ the houses of which are very old and mostly weather-boarded. The approach to the church is by a rare example of a lich-gate, having a room over it for muniments, and the church itself (which is very large, and seems to be out of proportion to the size of the village) stands in a commanding position on a ridge of chalk, overlooking the marshes, from whence the views of the river 2 Lambarde says, "The Town [of Cliffe at Hoo] is large, and hath hitherto a great Parish Church : and (as I have been told) many of the houses were casually burned (about the same time that the Emperor Charles came into this Realme to visile King Henry the eight), of which hurt it was Jicver thorowly cured." COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HIGHAM. 361 in the distance are very fine. It is supposed to be the place where the Saxon Church held its councils, and there is a local tradition of a ferry having once existed near here. Evidence of this seems to survive in the fact that all the roads both on the Kent and Essex shores appear to converge to this point. The church has some interesting miserere stalls and brasses to the Faunce family (17th century). On the walls we find specimens of that somewhat rare fern, the scaly spleen wort {Ceterack ojjicinariiiii). Time docs not permit us to ^ on to Gravesend, which like 362 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. this place was one of Dickens's favourite spots (" We come, you see " [says Mr. Peggotty, speaking of himself and Ham to David Copperfield, when they visited him at Salem House], "the wind and tide making in our favor, in one of our Yarmouth lugs to Gravesen' "), so we defer our visit to that popular resort until another occasion. We notice in places where the harvest has been cleared (which, alas ! owing to excess of wet and absence of sun, has not been an abundant one), preparations for cultivation next year, exhibiting that peculiar effect from ploughing which that gifted writer and born naturalist, the late Richard Jeffreys, described in his book IVi/d Life in a Southern County^ with that love for common things which was so characteristic of him : — " The ploughmen usually take special care with their work near public roads, so that the furrows end en to the base of the highway shall be mathematically straight. They often succeed so well that the furrows look as if traced with a ruler, and exhibit curious effects of vanishing perspective. Along the furrow, just as it is turned, there runs a shimmering light as the eye traces it up. The ploughshare, heavy and drawn with great force, smooths the earth as it cleaves it, giving it for a time a ' face,' as it were, the moisture on which reflects the light. If you watch the farmers driving to market, you will see that they glance up the furrows to note the workman- ship and look for game ; you may tell from a distance if they espy a hare, by the check of the rein and the extended hand pointing." Our destination is now Higham — " Higliam by Rochester, Kent," — Dickens's nearest village, in which, from his first coming to Gad's Hill, he took the deepest interest, and after COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HIGHAM, 363 a further long tramp of nearly four miles steadily maintained, we reach Lower Higham towards dusk ; and in a lane we ask an old labourer (who looks as though he would be all the better for " Three Acres and a Cow ") if we are on the right road to Higham Station. Curtly but civilly the man answers, "Keep straight on," when an incident occurs which brightens up matters considerably. The questioner says to the labourer, " Do you remember the late Charles Dickens?" (We always spoke, when in the district, of "the late Charles Dickens," to distinguish him from his eldest son, who lived at Gad's Hill for some years after his father's death. Frequently the great novelist was spoken of by residents as ''old Mr. Dickens!") " Do I remember Muster Dickens } " responds the venerable rustic, and his eyes sparkle, and his face beams with such animation that he becomes a different being. ** Of course I do ; he used to have games — running, jumping, and such- like — for us working people, and I've often won a prize. He used to come among us and give us refreshments, and make himself very pleasant." " How long have you lived in this parish .? " says the questioner. " Sixty-seven year," is the answer. Time prevents further inquiries, so we bid our friend " good-evening." In referring to the sports at Gad's Hill, Mr. Langton has recorded how a friend sent him a broadside of a portion of one day's amusements, which from its amateurish appearance was probably printed by Dickens's sons at the private printing- press before alluded to. The occasion was' the 26th Decem- ber, 1866, and the Christmas sports were held in a field at 364 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the back of Gad's Hill Place. Mr. Trood, a former landlord of the "Sir John Falstafif" (whose name has been previously mentioned), had, by permission of Charles Dickens, a booth erected for the refreshment of persons contesting. The attend- ance was between two and three thousand, and there was not a single case of misconduct or damage. Mr. A. H. Layard, M.P. (afterwards Sir Austin Layard), was present, and took great interest in the proceedings, Dickens having appointed him " chief commissioner of the domestic police." Sir Austin Layard said of the sports, " Dickens seemed to have bound every creature present upon what honour the creature had to keep order. What was the special means used, or the art employed, it might have been difficult to say, but that was the result." We made every effort to obtain one of the bills of these sports, but without success, and therefore take the liberty of quoting from Mr. Langton's copy: — C^ristmus Sports. The All-Comers* Race. Distance — Once round the field. First Prize io^\; Second, 5^-. ; Third, 2s. 6d. Entries to be made in Mr. Trood's tent before 12 o'clock. To start at 2.45. Starter— M. Stone, Esq. Judge and Referee— C. DiCKENS, ESQ. Clerk of the Course— C. DiCKENS, JUNR., ESQ. Stewards and Keepers of the Course— MESSRS. A. H. LAYARD, M.P., H. CiiORLEY, J. HuLKES, and II. Dickens. In a letter written to Mr. Forstcr next day, Dickens said, " The road between this and Chatham was like a fair all day, COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HIGHAM. 365 and surely it is a fine thing to get such perfect behaviour out of a reckless sea-port town." We presently meet with another representative of the class of village labourer at Upper Higham, a cheery old man, although, as is sadh" too often the case in his class, he was suffering from " the Rheumatiz." " Those are nice chrysanthe- mums in your garden," we observe. " Yes, they are, sir," he replies ; " but if they had been better attended to when they was young, they'd have been nicer." " Well, I suppose both of us would," is the rejoinder. We are in touch on the instant. Our new acquaintance laughs, and so a question or two is put to him, and the following is the substance of his answers, rendered a la Jingle but very feelingly : — "Mr. Dickens was a nice sort of man — ver}?' much liked — missed a great deal when he died — poor people and the like felt the miss of him. He was a man as shifted a good deal of money in the place. You see, he had a lot of friends — kept a good many horses, — and then there was the men to attend to 'em, and the corn-chandler, the blacksmith, the wheelwright, and others to be paid — the poor — and such-like — felt the miss of him when he died." " How long have you lived here .'' " "Well, I come in '45, eleven years before Mr. Dickens." "And I suppose you are over sixty." " Well, sir, I shall never see seventy again." Wishing our friend "good-night," we continue our tramp. On another occasion we met, in the same place, a third speci- men of village labourer, " a mender of roads," who knew Charles Dickens, and so we walked and chatted pleasantly with him for some distance. Said our informant, "You see, Mr. Dickens was a very liberal man ; he held his head high up 366 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. when he walked, and went at great strides." The " mender of roads " was some years ago a candidate for a vacant place as under-gardener at Gad's Hill, but the situation was filled up just an hour before he applied for it. He said Mr. Dickens gave him half-a-crown, and afterwards always recognized him when he met him with a pleasant nod, or cheerfully " passed the time of day." We heard in many places that Dickens was "always kindly "in this way to his own domestics, and to the villagers in a like station of life to our intelligent friend " the mender of roads." A fourth villager, a groom, who had been in his present situation for twenty years, said : — " Both the old gentleman and young Mr. Charles were very much liked in Higham. There wasn't a single person in the place, I believe, but what had a good word for them." It may be interesting to mention that Higham — the old name of which was Lillechurch — is an extensive parish divided into several hamlets. In a useful little book pub- lished in 1882, called A Handbook of HigJiam, the Rev. C. H. Fielding, M.A., the author, says : — " There are few parishes more interesting than Higham, as it provides food for the antiquarian and the student of Nature ; while its position near the ' Medway smooth, and the Royal-masted Thame,' affords to the artist many an opportunity for a picture, while the idler has the privilege of lovely views." Mr. Roach Smith was of opinion that Higham was the seat of "a great Roman pottery." A Monastery of importance existed here for several centuries, Mary, daughter of King Stephen, being one of the Prioresses; but it was dissolved by Henry VI 11. The list of flowering plants given in Mr. Fielding's book is extensive and interesting, and contains many rarities. A " Cheap Jack," a veritable Doctor Marigold, had taken up COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HIGHAM. 367 his quarters at Higham, and we loiter among the bystanders to hear his patter. We feel quite sure that had Dickens been present he would have listened and been as amused with him as ourselves. We heard a few days previously the public crier going round in his cart, announcing the arrival of this worthy by ringing his bell and proclaiming in a stentorian voice something to this effect : — " The public is respectfully informed that the Cheap Jack has arrived, bringing with him a large assortment of London, Birmingham, and Sheffield goods, together with a choice collection of glass and earthenware, which he will sell every evening at the most reasonable prices." On our arrival here we find him on his rostrum surrounded by some flaring naphtha lamps, and thus disposing of some penny books of songs : '' Now, ladies and gentlemen, what shall we have the pleasure of saying for this handsome book, containing over a hundred songs sung by all the great singers of the day — Macdermott, Madam Langtry, Sims Reeves, and other eminent vocalists^besides numerous toasts and read- ings. Well, I won't ask sixpence, and I won't take fivepence, fourpence, threepence, twopence — no, I only ask a penny. Sold again, and got the money. Take care of the ha'pence " (to his assistant), " for we gives them to the blind when they can see to pick 'em up." We of course bought a copy of the famous collection as a " Dickens-item." Before returning to Rochester we are anxious to identify the blacksmith's shop where the fett de joie was fired from "two smuggled cannons," in honour of the marriage of Miss Kate Dickens to Mr. Charles Collins. Alterations have taken place which render identification impossible ; but a local blacksmith, who has established himself here, gives us some 368 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. interesting particulars of the games in which he took part. He mentions also a circumstance relating to Dickens's favour- ite horse, Toby. It appears that it was an express wish of the novelist that when he died this horse should be shot ; and according to our informant the horse was shod on the Tuesday before the 9th of June (the day of Dickens's death), and shot on the following Monday. The gun was loaded with small shot, and poor Toby died immediately it was fired. The blacksmith thoroughly confirms the opinion of the old labourers as to the kindness of Charles Dickens to his poorer neighbours. A curious episode occurs in our conference with this man : he seems under the impression, which no amount of assertion on our part can overcome, that my friend and fellow tramp, Mr. Kitton, is Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens. Whether there was any facial resemblance or like- ness of manner did not transpire, but again and again he kept saying, " Now ain't you Harry Dickens ? " Among the names at Higham we notice that of a well-remembered Dickens character — Mr. Stiggins ! On arriving at Higham Railway Station, we chat a bit with the station-master and porter there, but both are comparatively fresh comers and knew not Charles Dickens. After an enjoyable but somewhat fatiguing tramp, we are glad to take a late evening train from Higham to Strood, and thus ends our inspection of the land of " the Meshes." By the kindness of Mr. Henry Smetham (locally famed as the " Laureate of Strood "), we subsequently had an intro- duction to Mrs. Taylor, formerly school-mistress at Higham, who came there in i860, and remained until some years after the death of Charles Dickens. She knew the novelist well, COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HICHAM. 369 and used to see him almost every day when he was at home. She said, " If I had met him and did not know who he was, I should have set him down as a good-hearted English gentleman." He was very popular and much liked in the neighbourhood. On his return from America, in the first week of May, 1868, garlands of flowers were put by the villagers across the road from the railway station to Gad's Hill. There was a flag at Gad's (a Union Jack, she thinks)^ which was always hoisted when Dickens was at home. He never read at Higham, and never came to the school ; but he always allowed the use of the meadow at the back of Gad's Hill Place for the school treats, either of church or chapel, and contributed to such treats sweets and what not. Mrs. Taylor remembers that the carriage was sent down from Gad's Hill Place to the Higham railway station nearly every night at ten o'clock to meet either Charles Dickens or his friends. It passed the school, and she well recollects the pleasant sound made by the bells. She heard Dickens read Sairey Gamp in London once, and did not like the dress he wore, but thought the reading very wonderful. This lady says she was in London at the time of the death of Charles Dickens, the announcement of which she saw on a newspaper placard, and was ill the whole of the day after- wards. It was a sorrowful day for her. vf: y^ ^ ^ ^ ^ We are much indebted to Mrs. Budden of Gad's Hill Place for the following interesting particulars which she obtained from Mrs. Easedown, of Higham, " who was parlour-maid to Mr. Dickens, and left to be married on the 8th of June, the day he was seized with the fit. She says it was her duty B B 370 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. to hoist the flag on the top of the house directly Mr. Dickens arrived at Gad's Hill. It was a small flag, not more than fourteen inches square, and was kept in the billiard-room. She says he was the dearest and best gentleman that ever lived, and the kindest of masters. He asked her to stay and wait at table the night he was taken ill ; she said if he wished it she would, and then he said, ' Never mind ; 1 don't feel well.' She saw him after he was dead, laid out in the dining- room, when his coffin was covered with scarlet geraniums — his favourite flower. The flower-beds on the lawns at Gad's Hill in his time were always filled v/ith scarlet geraniums ; they have since been done away with. Over the head of the coffin was the oil painting of himself as a young man (probably Maclise's portrait) — on one side a picture of * Dolly Varden,' and on the other * Kate Nickleby.' He gave Mrs. Easedown, on the day she left his service, a photograph of himself with his name written on the back. Each of the other servants at Gad's Hill Place was presented with a similar photograph. She said he was un- usually busy at the time of his death, as on the Monday morning he ordered breakfast to be ready during the week at 7.30 (* Sharp, mind ') instead of his usual time, 9 o'clock, as he said *he had so much to do before Friday.' But — * Such a thing was never to be,' for on the Thursday he breathed his last!" ♦ ♦**♦♦ Mrs. Wright, the wife of Mr. Henry Wright, surveyor of Higham, lived four years at Gad's Hill Place as parlour-maid. She is the proud possessor of some interesting relics of her late master. These include his soup-plate, a meerschaum pipe (presented to him, but he chiefly smoked cigars — he was COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HICHAM. 371 not a great smoker), a wool-worked kettle-holder (which he constantly used), and a pair of small bellows. When she was married Mr. Dickens presented her with a China tea service, "not a single piece of which," said Mrs. Wright proudly, "has been broken." She remembers, at the time of her engagement as parlour- maid, that the servants told her to let a gentleman in at the front door who was approaching. She didn't know who it was, as she had never seen Mr. Dickens before. She opened the door, and the gentleman entered in a very upright manner, and after thanking her, looked hard at her, and then walked up-stairs. On returning to the kitchen the servants asked who it was that had just come in. She replied, "I don't know, but I think it was the master." " Did he speak } " they asked. " No," said she, " but he looked at me in a very determined way." Said they, " He was reading your charac- ter, and he now knows you thoroughly," or words to that effect. As parlour-maid, it was part of her duty to carve and wait on her master specially. The dinner serviettes were wrapped up in a peculiar manner, and Mrs. Wright remembers that Lord Darnley's servants were always anxious to learn how the folding was done, but they never discovered the secret. At dinner-parties, it was the custom to place a little " button- hole " for each guest. This was mostly made up of scarlet geranium (Dickens's favourite flower), with a bit of the leaf and a frond of maidenhair fern. On one occasion in her early days, the dinner-lift (to the use of which she was unac- customed) broke and ran down quickly, smashing the crockery and bruising her arm. Mr. Dickens jumped up quickly and said, " Never mind the breakage ; is your arm 372 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. hurt?" As it was painful, he immediately applied arnica to the bruise, and gave her a glass of port wine, " treating me," Mrs. Wright remarked, " more like a child of his own than a servant." When she was married, and left Gad's Hill, she brought her first child to show her former master. He took notice of it, and asked her what he could buy as a present. She thanked him, and said she did not want anything. On leaving he gently put a sovereign into the baby's little hand, and said, '' Buy something with that." Mrs. Wright spoke of the great interest which Dickens took in the children's treats at Higham, lending his meadow for them, providing sweets and cakes for the little ones, and apples to be scrambled for. He took great delight in seeing the scrambles. She also referred to the cricket club, and said that when the matches were going on it was a regular holiday at Higham. Dickens used to take the scores, and at the end of the game he gave prizes and made little speeches. Her husband, Mr. Henry Wright, acted as secretary to the club, and is the possessor of a letter written by Mr. Dickens, in reply to an address which had been presented to him, of which letter the following is a copy : — "Gad's Hill Place, "Higham by Rochester, Kent. " Tuesday, 29/// July, 1862. "Dear Sir, " As your name is the first on the list of signatures to the little address I have had the pleasure of receiving — on my return from a short absence — from the greater part of the players in the match the other day, I address my reply to you. COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HICHAM, 373 " I beg you to assure the rest that it will always give me great pleasure to lend my meadow for any such good purpose, and that I feel a sincere desire to be a good friend to the working men in this neighbourhood. I am always interested in their welfare, and am always heartily glad to see them enjoying rational and healthful recreation. " It did not escape my notice that some expressions were used the other day which would have been better avoided, but I dismiss them from my mind as being probably unintentional, and certainly opposed to the general good feeling and good sense. " Faithfully yours, " Charles Dickens. " Mr. H. Wright." Both Mrs. Easedown and Mrs. Wright informed us (through Mrs. Budden) that " Mr. Dickens was the best of masters, and a dear good man ; that he gave a great deal away in the parish, and was very much missed ; that he frequently went to church and sat in the chancel. . . . When he lived in Higham there used to be a great deal of ague, and he gave away an immense quantity of port wine and quinine. Since the Cement Works have been at Cliffe there has been very little ague at Higham." * * * * * ^ Mr. Robert Lake Cobb, of Mockbeggar House, Higham, a land agent of high position and a County Councillor, told us that he took in the Pickwick Papers as they appeared in numbers, and he recollected how eagerly he read them, and how tiresome it was to have to wait month by month until the story was finished. The book made a tremendous sensa- 374 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. tion at the time. Many years afterwards Charles Dickens came to reside at Gad's Hill Place, and the families became intimate. "Mr. Dickens," observed our informant, "was a very pleasant neighbour, and had always got something nice to say. He was a dreadful man to walk — very few could keep up with him." Mr. Cobb had one son, Herbert, who was a playfellow of Dickens's boys ; and as illustrative of the interest he took in his neighbours, on one occasion the novelist and our informant were talking over matters, when the former said, " What are you going to bring your boy up to } " " A land agent," replied Mr. Cobb. "Ah," said the novelist, "whatever you do, make him self-reliant." He thought that of all the sons Mr. Henry Fielding Dickens most resembled his father. Among the notable people Mr, Cobb met at Gad's Hill Place were Mr. Forster, Mr. Wilkie Collins, Mr. Fechter the actor, and others. When Hans Christian Andersen was visiting there, Dickens took him to Higham Church. Mr. Cobb spoke of the pleasant picnic parties which Dickens gave on Blue Bell Hill. He was of opinion that Cob-Tree Hall in that neighbourhood, about one and a half miles from Aylesford, nearly parallel with the river, suggested the original of Manor Farm, Dingley Dell. It formerly belonged to Mr. Franklin, and is now occupied by Major Trousdell. Mr. Cobb believed that Dickens took the title of No Thorough- fare — which he and Wilkie Collins contributed to the 1867 number of All the Year Roimd^ and in the dramatizing of which Dickens subsequently was so interested — from the notice-boards which were put up by Lord Darnley in many parts of Cobham Park. On one occasion our informant remembers a stoppage of COOLING, CLIFFE, AND HICHAM. 375 the train in Higham tunnel, which caused some consterna- tion to the passengers, as no explanation of the delay was forthcoming from any of the railway officials. The station- master coming up at the time, Dickens remarked — " Ah ! an unwilling witness, Mr. Wood." Mr. Cobb mentioned that Mi^s Hogarth, Dickens's sister- in-law, was a great favourite in the neighbourhood, from her kindness and thoughtfulness for all with whom she came in contact, and especially the poor of Higham. CHAPTER XIII. COBHAM PARK AND HALL, THE LEATHER BOTTLE, SHORNE, CHALK, AND THE DOVER ROAD. '' It's a place you may well be fond of and attached to, for it's the prettiest spot in all the country round." — The Village Coqtiettes. *' The last soft light of the setting sun had fallen on the earth, casting a rich glow on the yellow corn sheaves, and lengthening the shadows of the orchard trees." — The Pickwick Papers. We reserve this, our last long tramp in " Dickens-Land," for the Friday before our departure. Mrs. Perugini, the novelist's second daughter, had recently told us that this vizs the most beautiful of all the beautiful parts of Kent, and so indeed it proves to be. Its sylvan scenery is truly unique. Mr. Charles Dickens the younger, in his valuable annotated Jubilee edition of Pickwick^ has included this note relating to Cobham : — " As all the world knows, the neighbourhood of Rochester was dear to Charles Dickens. There it is that Gad's Hill Place stands, the house to which, as * a queer, small boy,' he looked forward as the possible reward of an industrious career, and in which he passed the later years of his life ; and near Rochester, still approached by the * delightful walk ' 376 COBHAM PARK AND HALL. 377 here described, is Cobham, one of the most charming villages in that part of Kent. Down the lanes, and through the park to Cobham, was always a favourite walk with Charles Dickens ; and he never wearied of acting as ciccrorie to his guests to its fine church and the quaint almshouses with the disused refectory behind it." Happily the weather again favours us on this delightful excursion. It is just such a day as that on which we made our visit to Gad's Hill. As we have had much tramping about Rochester during the morning, we prudently take an early afternoon train to Higham, to save our legs. The short distance of about four miles consists almost entirely of tunnels cut through the chalk. Alighting at Higham Station, we make our way for the Dover Road and reach Pear Tree Lane, which turns out of it for Cobham. We notice in passing through Higham by daylight that the lanes are much closed in by banks, in fact, the tertiary and chalk systems have been cut through to form the roads ; but here and there one gets glimpses of the Thames, its course being marked by the white or brown wings of sailing-boats. The lane above alluded to, a little above Gad's Hill, is the direct road to Cobham, and on entering it we are immediately struck with the different scene presented, as compared with any part of the county we have previously gone over. It is cut through the Thanet Sands, which at first are of ashy gray colour, but after some distance are of a bright red hue, probably owing to infiltration, and the road rises gently until the woods are reached. The vegetation growing on the high banks consists of oak, hazel, beech, sycamore, and Spanish chestnut, in many places intermingled with wild 378 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. clematis. The branches of the trees are not allowed to errow over into the road, but are kept well cut back so as practically to form a wall on either side, extending in some places to twelve feet high. The effect is to present an almost unbroken surface of various shades of green, deliciously cool and shady in the heat of summer, and brightened here and there in autumn by the rich orange-coloured fruit of the arum, the scarlet berries of the white bryony, and — deeper in the woods — by the pinky-waxen berries of the spindle-tree, described by Lord Tennyson as "the fruit which in our winter woodland looks a flower." As the road continually winds in its upward progress, and as no part within view extends beyond a few hundred yards before it turns again, the limit of perspective is frequently arrested by a number of evergreen arches. It was a Devon- shire lane, so to speak, in a state of cultivation. Of course in the early spring, the delicacy of the fresh green foliage would give another picture ; and again the autumnal tints would present a totally different effect under the influence of the rich colouring of decaying vegetation. No wonder Dickens and his friends had such admiration for this walk, the last, by the way, that he ever enjoyed, on Tuesday, 7th June, 1870, with his sister-in-law. Miss Hogarth, the day before the fatal seizure. In a letter written from Lausanne, so far back as the year 1846, he says: — " Green woods and green shades about here are more like Cobham, in Kent, than anything we dream of at the foot of Alpine passes." When we reach an elevation and are able to get an ex- tended view of the country we have traversed, a magnificent prospect of the Thames valley on the west side, and of the COBHAM PARK AND HALL. 379 Medway valley on the east, discloses itself. On a bank in this lane we find a rather rare plant, the long-stalked crane's- bill {Geranium columbiniLm\ its rose-pink flowers standing out like rubies among the green foliage. Pteris aquilina, the common brake or bracken, is very luxuriant here ; but we have met with few ferns in the part of Kent which we visited. We were afterwards informed that asplenium, lastrea^ scolopendniim^ and others are to be found in the neighbour- hood. We pass at Shorne Ridgway a village inn with a curious sign, " Ye Olde See Ho Taverne." On inquiry, we learn that "See Ho" is the sportsman's cry in coursing, when a hare appears in sight. The woods surrounding the entrance to the park are presently reached, and here the vegetation, which in the lanes had been kept under, is allowed to grow unchecked. At intervals walks (or " rides," as they are called in some counties) are cut through the woods, the grass being well mown underneath, and each of these walks is a shaded grove, losing itself in the distance. The deep silence of the place is only broken by the cooing of the wood-pigeon, and the occasional piercing note of the green woodpecker. It is said that the nightingales appear here about the 13th of April and continue singing until June, and that the best time for seeing this neighbourhood is during the blossoming season in May. The temptation to quote Dickens's own description of Cobham Park from Pickivick cannot be resisted : — " A delightful walk it was ; for it was a pleasant afternoon in June, and their way lay through a deep and shady wood, cooled by the light wind which gently rustled the thick foliage, and enlivened by the songs of the birds that perched upon the boughs. The ivy and 38o A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. the moss crept in thick clusters over the old trees, and the soft green turf overspread the ground like a silken mat. They emerged upon an open park, with an ancient hall, displaying the quaint and picturesque architecture of Elizabeth's time. Long vistas of stately oaks and elm trees appeared on every side : large herds of deer were cropping the fresh grass ; and occasionally a startled hare scoured along the ground with the speed of the shadows thrown by the light clouds, which swept across a sunny landscape like a passing breath of summer." Another description of Cobham at another time of the year is found in the Seven Poor Travellers : — " As for me, I was going to walk, by Cobham Woods, as far upon my way to London as I fancied. . . . And now the mists began to rise in the most beautiful manner, and the sun to shine ; and as I went on through the bracing air, seeing the hoar-frost sparkle everywhere, I felt as if all Nature shared in the joy of the great Birthday. ... By Cobham Hall I came to the village, and the churchyard where the dead had been quietly buried ' in the sure and certain hope ' which Christmastide inspired." We notice in our quiet tramp here a peculiarity in the foliage of the oaks which is worth recording. It will be remembered that in the late spring of 1888, anxiety was expressed by certain newspaper correspondents that the English oak would suffer extermination in consequence of caterpillars denuding it of its leaves. But naturalists who had studied the question knew better. The caterpillar, which is no doubt the larva of the green Tortrix moth ( Tortrix viridana\ spins its cocoon at the end of June or the beginning of July, and the effect of the heavy rains and warm sunny days since that time was to encourage the energy of the tree in putting forth its second growth of leaves. This second growth of delicate green almost covered the oaks in Cobham Park, and ^■/'}fe... ^ 382 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. effectually concealed the devastation of the caterpillars on the old leaves. The effect was quite spring-like. Truly, as George Eliot says, " Nature repairs her ravages." Cobham Park is nearly seven miles round, and its exquisitely varied scenery of wood and glade is conspicuous at the spot where the chestnut tree called " The Four Sisters " is placed. There is a lovely walk from Cobham Hall to Rochester through the " Long Avenue," so named in contradistinction to the " Grand Avenue," which opens into Cobham village. This walk, which slopes all the way down from the Mausoleum, leads to a seat placed midway in an open spot where charm- ing views of the Medway valley are obtained. For rich sylvan scenery in the county of Kent, this is surely unrivalled. Admission to Cobham Hall, the seat of the Earl of Darnley (whose ancestors have resided here since the time of King John), is on Fridays only, and such admission is obtained by ticket, procurable from Mr. Wildish, bookseller, of Rochester. A nominal charge is made, the proceeds being devoted towards maintaining Cobham schools. The Hall is a red-brick edifice (temp. Elizabeth, 1587), consisting of two Tudor wings, connected by a central block designed by Inigo Jones. The most noticeable objects in the entrance corridor are a fine pair of columns of Cornish serpentine, nearly ten feet high, tapering from a base some two feet square. The white veining of the steatite (soapstone) is in beautiful contrast to the rich red and black colours of the marble. These columns were purchased at the great Exhibition of 185 1. An enormous bath, hewn out of a solid block of granite said to have been brought from Egypt, is also a very noticeable object in this corridor. The housekeeper — a chatty, intelligent, and portly personage COBHAM PARK AND HALL. 383 — shows visitors over the rooms and picture-galleries. There is a superb collection of pictures by the Old Masters, about which Dickens had always something facetious to say to his friends. They illustrate the schools of Venice, Florence, Rome, Netherlands, Spain, France, and England, and were formed mainly by purchases from the Orleans Gallery, and the Vetturi Gallery from Florence, and include Titian's ' Rape of Europa,' Rubens's ' Queen Tomyris dipping Cyrus's head into blood,' Salvator Rosa's ' Death of Regulus,' Van- dyck's ' Duke of Lennox,' Sir Joshua Reynolds's ' The Call of Samuel,' and others. But the pictures in which we are most interested are the portraits of literary, scientific, and other worthies — an excellent collection, including Shakespeare, John Locke, Hobbes, Sir Richard Steele, Sir William Temple, Dean Swift, Dryden, Betterton, Pope, Gay, Thomson, Sir Hugh Middleton, Martin Luther, and the ill-fated Lord George Gordon. There Is also an ornithological museum, with some very fine specimens of the order of grallatores (or waders). In reply to a letter of Inquiry, the Earl of Darnley kindly Informs us that the examples of ostrich [Strut/no camelus), cassowary {Casiiariits galcatus), and common emu {Dromaiiis ater), were once alive in the menagerie attached to the hall, which was broken up about fifty years ago. We are shown the music-room (which, by the bye, his late majesty King George IV., is said to have remarked was the finest room in England), a very handsome apartment facing the west, with a large organ, and capable of containing several hundred persons. The decorations are very chaste, being in white and gold ; and, as the brilliant sun was setting in the summer evening, a delicate rose-coloured hue was 384 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND, diffused over everything in the room through the medium of the tinted bHnds attached to the windows. It had a most peculiar and pretty effect, strongly recalling Mrs. Skewton and Jier " rose-coloured curtains for doctors." By the special permission of his lordship, we see the famous Dickens's Chalet, now in Cobham Park. Swiss chalet, which is now erected in the terrace flower- garden at the back of Cobham Hall, having been removed to its present position some years ago from another part of the grounds. It stands on an elevated open space surrounded by beautiful trees — the rare Salisburia, tulip, cedar, chestnut and others — and makes a handsome addition to the garden, irre- COBHAM PARK AND HALL. 385 spectivc of its historical associations. The chalet is of dark wood varnished, and has in the centre a large carving of Dickens's crest, which in heraldic terms is described as : "a lion couchant 'or,' holding in the gamb a cross patonce ' sable.' " There are two rooms in the chalet, each about sixteen feet square, the one below having four windows and a door, and the one above (approached in the usual Swiss fashion by an external staircase), which is much the prettier, having six windows and a door. There are shutters outside, and the overhanging roof at first sight gives the building somewhat of a top-heavy appearance, but this impression wears off after a time, and it is found to be effective and well-proportioned. " The five mirrors " which Dickens placed in the chalet have been removed from the upper room, but they are scarcely necessary, the views of rich and varied foliage and flowers seen from the open windows, through which the balmy air passes, forming a series of pictures in the bright sunlight of the August afternoon delightfully fresh and beautiful. We sit down quietly for a few minutes and enjoy the privilege ; we ponder on the many happy and industrious hours spent by its late owner in this now classic building ; and we leave it sadly, with the recollection that here were penned the last lines which the " vanished hand " was destined to give to the world. The Earl of Darnley generously allows his neighbours to have a key of his park, and Dickens had one of such keys, a privilege greatly appreciated by him and his friends. Recently his lordship has erected a staircase round one of the highest trees in the park, called the " crow's nest," from whence a very pretty peep at the surrounding country is obtained. C C 386 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. During our visit we venture to ask the portly housekeeper if she remembers Charles Dickens ? The ray of delight that illumines her good-natured countenance is simply magical. " Oh," she says, " I liked Mr. Dickens very much. He was always so full of fun. Oh ! oh ! oh ! " the recollection of which causes a fit of suppressed laughter, which " com- municates a blancmange-like motion to her fat cheeks," and she adds : " He used to dine here, and was always very popular with the family, and in the neighbourhood." We cannot help thinking that such delightful places as Cobham Hall were in Dickens's mind when, in Bleak House {a propos of Chesney Wold), he makes the volatile Harold Skimpole say to Sir Leicester Dedlock — " The owners of such places are public benefactors. They are good enough to maintain a number of delightful objects for the admiration and pleasure of us poor men, and not to reap all the admira- tion and pleasure that they yield, is to be ungrateful to our benefactors." Leaving the park by a pretty undulating walk, and passing on our way a large herd of deer, their brown and fawn- coloured coats contrasting prettily with the green-sward, we come upon the picturesque village of Cobham, where Mr. Tupman sought consolation after his little affair with the amatory spinster aunt. Of course the principal object of interest is the Leather Bottle, or " Dickens's old Pickwick Leather Bottle," as the sign of the present landlord now calls it, wherein Dickens slept a night in 1841, and visited it many times subsequently. There is a coloured portrait of the President of the Pickwick Club on the sign, as he appeared addressing the members. A fire occurred at the Leather Bottle a few years ago, but it was confined to a back portion THE LEATHER BOTTLE. 387 of the building ; unfortunately its restoration and so-called " improvements " have destroyed many of the picturesque features which characterized this quiet old inn when Dickens wrote the famous Papers. Here is his description of it after Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Snodgrass, and Mr. Winkle had walked through Cobham Park to seek their lost friend : — " ' If this,' said Mr. Pickwick, looking about him ; ' if this were the place to which all who are troubled with our friend's complaint came, I fancy their old attachment to this world would very soon return.' " ' I think so too,' said Mr. Winkle. " ' And really,' added Mr. Pickwick, after half an hour's walking had brought them to the village, ' really for a misanthrope's choice, this is one of the prettiest and most desirable places of residence I ever met with.' **In this opinion also, both Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass expressed their concurrence ; and having been directed to the Leather Bottle, a clean and commodious village ale-house, the three travellers 388 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. entered, and at once inquired for a gentleman of tlie name of Tupman. " 'Show the gentlemen into the parlour, Tom,' said the landlady. " A stout country lad opened a door at the end of the passage, and the three friends entered a long, low-roofed room, furnished with a large number of high-backed leather-cushioned chairs, of fantastic shapes, and embellished with a great variety of old portraits, and roughly-coloured prints of some antiquity. At the upper end of the room was a table, with a white cloth upon it, well covered with a roast fowl, bacon, ale, and etceteras ; and at the table sat Mr. Tupman, looking as unlike a man who had taken his leave of the world, as possible. " On the entrance of his friends, that gentleman laid down his knife and fork, and with a mournful air advanced to meet them. " * I did not expect to see you here,' he said, as he grasped Mr. Pickwick's hand. ' It's very kind.' " ' Ah ! ' said Mr. Pickwick, sitting down, and wiping from his forehead the perspiration which the walk had engendered. ' Finish your dinner, and walk out with me. I wish to speak to you alone.' '* Mr. Tupman did as he was desired ; and Mr. Pickwick having refreshed himself with a copious draught of ale, waited his friend's leisure. The dinner was quickly despatched, and they walked out together. " For half an hourj their forms might have been seen pacing the churchyard to and fro, while Mr. Pickwick was engaged in combating his companion's resolution. Any repetition of his arguments would be useless ; for what language could convey to them that energy and force which their great originator's manner communicated ? Whether Mr. Tupman was already tired of retirement, or whether he was wholly unable to resist the eloquent appeal which was made to him, matters not ; he did not resist it at last. " * It mattered little to him,' he said, * where he dragged out the miserable remainder of his days : and since his friend laid so much stress upon his humble companionship, he was willing to share his adventures.' " Mr. Pickwick smiled ; they shook hands ; and w^alked back to rejoin their companions." 390 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. In order to preserve the historical associations of the place, the landlord of the Leather Bottle has added to the art collection in the fine old parlour (that still contains "the high- backed leather-cushioned chairs of fantastic shapes") many portraits of Dickens and illustrations from his works, including a copy of the life-like coloured Watkins photograph previously referred to. It has been already suggested that the neigh- SHORNE. 391 bourhood of Kit's Coty House probably gave rise to the famous archaeological episode of the stone with the inscrip- tion — " Bill Stumps, his mark," in Pickwick, which occurred near here, rivalling the " A. D. L. L." discovery of the sage Monkbarns in Scott's Antiquary. Time presses with us, so, after a refreshing cup of tea, we just have a hasty glance at the beautiful old church, which contains some splendid examples of monumental brasses, which for number and preservation are said to be unique. They are erected to the memory of John Cobham, Constable of Rochester, 1354, his ancestors and others.^ There are also some fine old almshouses which accommodate twenty pensioners. These almshouses are a survival of the ancient college. We then take our departure, returning through Cobham woods. Turning off at some distance on the left, and passing through the little village of Shorne, with its pretty churchyard, a very favourite spot of Charles Dickens, and probably described by him in Pickivick as " one of the most peaceful and secluded churchyards in Kent, where wild flowers mingle with the grass, and the soft landscape around, forms the fairest spot in the garden of England " — we make for Chalk church. It will be remembered, that the first number of Pickwick appeared on the 31st March, 1836, and on the 2nd of April following Charles Dickens was married, and came to spend 1 " Cobham Church [says a writer in the ArchcBologia Caiitiana, 1877] is distinguished above all others as possessing the finest and most complete series of brasses in the kingdom. It contains some of the earliest and some of the latest, as well as some of the most beautiful in design. The inscriptions are also remarkable, and the heraldry for its intelligence is in itself a study. There is an interest also in the fact that for the most part they refer to one great family — the Lords of Cobham." ( CHALK. 393 his honeymoon at Chalk, and he visited it again in 1837, when doubtless the descriptions of Cobham and its vicinity were written. To this neighbourhood, " at all times of his life, he returned, with a strange recurring fondness." Mr. Kitton has favoured me with permission to quote the following extract from his Supplement to Charles Dickens by Pen and Pencil, being the late Mr. E. Laman Blanchard's recollections of this pleasant neighbourhood : — " In the year Charles Dickens came to reside at Gad's Hill, I took possession of a country house at Rosherville, which I occupied for some seventeen years. During that period a favourite morning walk was along the high road, of many memories, leading from Gravesend to Rochester, and on repeated occasions I had the good fortune to encounter the great novelist making one of his pedestrian excursions towards the Gravesend or Greenhithe railway station, where he would take the train to travel up to town. Generally, by a curious coincidence, we passed each other, with an inter- change of salutations, at about the same spot. This was on the outskirts of the village of Chalk, where a picturesque lane branched off towards Shorne and Cobham. Here the brisk walk of Charles Dickens was always slackened, and he never failed to glance meditatively for a few moments at the windows of a corner house on the southern side of the road, advantageously situated for commanding views of the river and the far-stretching landscape beyond. It was in that house he had lived immediately after his marriage, and there many of the earlier chapters of Pickivick were written." It is a long walk from Cobham to Chalk church, — the church, by the bye, being about a mile from the village, as is usual in many places in Kent, — and as the shades of 394 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. evening are coming upon us, and as we are desirous of having a sketch of the curious stone-carved figure over the entrance porch, we hurry on, and succeed in effecting our object, though under the difficulty of approaching darkness. This figure represents an old priest in a stooping position, with an upturned vessel (probably a jug), about which we Curious Old Figure over the Porch, Chalk Church. were informed there is probably a legend. Dickens used to be a great admirer of this quaint carving, and it is said that whenever he passed it, he always took off his hat to it, or gave it a friendly nod, as to an old acquaintance. [We regretfully record the fact that since our visit, both porch and figure have been demolished.] Amid the many strange sounds peculiar to summer night THE DOVER ROAD. 395 in the country, a very weird and startling effect is produced in this lonely spot, in the dusk of the evening, by the shrill whistle of the common redshank {Totaniis calidris)^ so called from the colour of its legs, which are of a crimson- red. This bird, as monotonous in its call-note as the corn- crake, to which it is closely allied, doubtless has its home in the marshes hereabout, in which, and in fen countries, it greatly delights. The peculiar whistle is almost ventriloquial in its ubiquity, and must be heard to be properly appreciated. We retrace our steps to the Dover road, and by the light of a match applied to our pipes, see that our pedometer marks upwards of fifteen miles for this tramp — "a rather busy afternoon," as Mr. Datchery once said. Since these lines were written, the third volume of the Autobiography and Reminiscences of W. P. Frith, R.A., has been published, in which there is a most interesting reminiscence of Dickens ; indeed, there are many scattered throughout the three volumes, but the one in question refers to " a stroll *' which Dickens took with Mr. Frith and other friends in July 1868. Mr. Cartwright, the celebrated dentist, was one of the party, and the " stroll " was in reality, as the genial R. A. describes it, " a fearfully long walk " such as he shall never forget ; nor the night he passed, without once closing his eyes in sleep, after it. " Dickens," continues Mr. Frith, " was a great pedestrian. His strolling was at the rate of perhaps a little under four miles an hour. He was used to the place, — I was not, and suffered accordingly." Having a shrewd suspicion that this referred to one of the long walks taken in our tramp, the present writer communi- cated with Mr. Frith on the subject, and he was favoured with the following reply : — 396 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. " The stroll I mentioned in my third volume was through Lord Darnley's park, but after that I remember nothing. As the time spent in walking was four hours at least, we must have covered ground far beyond the length of the park. " On another occasion, — Dickens, Miss Hogarth, and I went to Rochester to see the Castle, and the famous Pickwickian inn. On another day we went to the Leather Bottle at Cobham, where Dickens was eloquent on the subject of the Dadd parricide, showing us the place where the body was found, with many startling and interesting details of the discovery." The subject of the Dadd parricide alluded to by Mr. Frith was a very horrible case ; the son — an artist — was a lunatic, and was subsequently confined in Bethlehem Hospital, London. There are two curious pictures by him in the Dyce and Forster collection at South Kensington ; one is inscribed " Sketches to Illustrate the Passions — Patriotism. By Richard Dadd, Bethlehem Hospital, London, May 30, 1857, St. George's-in-the-Fields." It has much minute writing on it. The other is " Leonidas with the Wood-cutters," and illustrates Glover's poem, Leonidas. It is inscribed, "Rd. Dadd, 1873." He died in Bethlehem Hospital in 1887. The Dover Road ! What a magic influence it has over us, as we tramp along it in the quiet summer evening, and recall an incident that happened nearly a hundred years ago, what time the Dover mail struggled up Shooter's Hill on that memorable Friday night, and Jerry Cruncher, who had temporarily suspended his *' fishing " operations, and being free from the annoyances of the " Aggerawayter," caused consternation to the minds of coachman, guard, and passengers of the said THE DOVER ROAD. 397 mail, by riding abruptly up, a la highwayman, and demanding to speak to a passenger named Mr. Jarvis Lorry, then on his way to Paris, — as faithfully chronicled in A Tale of Two Cities. Again, in the early part of the present century, when a certain friendless but dear and artless boy, named David Copperfield, — who having been first robbed by a " long- legged young man with a very little empty donkey-cart, which was nothing but a large wooden-tray on w^heels," of " half a guinea and his box," under pretence of " driving him to the pollis," and subsequently defrauded by an unscrupulous tailor named one Mr. DoUoby (" Dolloby was the name over the shop-door at least ") of the proper price of " a little weskit," for which he, Dolloby, gave poor David only ninepence, — trudged along that same Dover road footsore and hungry, " and got through twenty-three miles on the straight road " to Rochester and Chatham on a certain Sunday ; all of which is duly recorded in The Personal Histoiy of David Copper-field. In after years, when happier times came to him, David made many journeys over the Dover road, between Canterbury and London, on the Canterbury Coach. Respecting the earliest of these (readers will remember Phiz's illustration, *' My first fall in life "), he says : — " The main object on my mind, I remember, when we got fairly on the road, was to appear as old as possible to the coachman, and to speak extremely gruff The latter point I achieved at great personal inconvenience ; but I stuck to it, because I felt it was a grown-up sort of thing." In spite of this assumption, he is impudently chaffed by "William the coachman" on his "shooting" — on his "county" (Suffolk), its "dumplings," and its "Punches," and finally, at William's suggestion, actually resigns his box-seat in favour 398 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. of his (William's) friend, " the gentleman with a very unpromis- ing squint and a prominent chin, who had a tall white hat on with a narrow flat brim, and whose close-fitting drab trousers seemed to button all the way up outside his legs from his boots to his hips." In reply to a. remark of the coachman this worthy says : — " There ain't no sort of 'orse that I 'ain't bred, and no sort of dorg. 'Orses and dorgs is some men's fancy. They're wittles and drink to me — lodging, wife, and children — reading, writing, and 'rithmetic — snuff, tobacker, and sleep." " That ain't a sort of man to see sitting behind a coach-box, is it, though.''" says William in David's ear. David construes this remark into an indication of a wish that " the gentleman " should have his place, so he blushingly offers to resign it. " Well, if you don't mind," says William, " I think it would be more correct." Poor David, " so very young ! " gives up his box-seat, and thus moralizes on his action : — " I have always considered this as the first fall I had in life. When I booked my place at the coach-ofiice, I had had ' Box Seat * written against the entry, and had given the book-keeper half-a-crown. I was got up in a special great coat and shawl, expressly to do honour to that distinguished eminence; had glorified myself upon it a good deal; and had felt that I was a credit to the coach. And here, in the very first stage, I was supplanted by a shabby man with a squint, who had no other merit than smelling like a livery-stables, and being able to walk across me, more like a fly than a human being, while the horses were at a canter." Pip, in Great Expectations^ also made very many journeys to and from London, along the Dover road (the London road it is called in the novel), but the two most notable were,. THE DOVER ROAD. 399 firstly, the occasion of his ride outside the coach with the two convicts as fellow-passengers on the back-seat — "bringing with them that curious flavour of bread-poultice, baize, rope- yarn, and hearth-stone, which attends the convict presence ; " and secondly, that in which he walked all the way to London, after the sad interview at Miss Havisham's house, where he learns that Estella is to become the wife of Bentley Drummle : — " All done, all gone ! So much was dorie and gone, that when I went out at the gate the light of day seemed of a darker colour than when I went in. For awhile I hid myself among some lanes and by- paths, and then started off to walk all the way to London. ... It was past midnight when I crossed London Bridge." One more reference is made to the Dover road in Bleak House, where that most lovable of the many lovable characters in Dickens's novels, Esther Summerson, makes her journey, with her faithful little maid Charley, to Deal, in order to comfort Richard Carstone : — " It was a night's journey in those coach times ; but we had the mail to ourselves, and did not find the night very tedious. It passed with me as I suppose it would with most people under such circum- stances. At one while, my journey looked hopeful, and at another hopeless. Now, I thought that I should do some good, and now I wondered how I could ever have supposed so." When speaking of Dickens's characters, some critics have said that " he never drew a gentleman." One ventures to ask. Where is there a more chivalrous, honourable, or kind-hearted gentleman than Mr. John Jarndyce } Sir Leicester Dedlock in the same novel too, with some few peculiarities, is a thoroughly high-minded and noble gentleman of the old school. This by the way. 400 A WEEK'S TRAMP IN DICKENS-LAND. After walking some distance, we are able to verify one of those sage experiences of Mr. F.'s aunt : — " There's milestones on the Dover road ! " for, by the light of another match, the darkness closing in, and there being no moon, we read " 4 miles to Rochester." However, we tramp merrily on, with " the town lights right afore us," our minds being full of pleasant reminiscences of the scenes we have passed through, Theres ON THE. Dover. R^AD and this expedition, like many a w^eightier matter, " comes to an end for the time." « « « « « « We had on another occasion the pleasure of a long chat with Mrs. Latter of Shorn e, one of the daughters of Mr. W. S. Trood, for many years landlord of the Sir John Falstaff. She said her family came from Somersetshire to reside at Gad's Hill in the year 1849, and left in 1872. The Falstaff was then a little homely place, but it has been much altered since. She knew Charles Dickens very well, and saw him constantly during his residence at Gad's Hill Place. Mrs. Latter lost two sisters while she lived at the Falstaff — one Harriet E. 262-6 Dickens H. F. 180 198 202-3 221 234 248-9 250 368 374 Dickens J. 38 254-5 265-6 274 283-4- 5 ; Mrs. 38 254-5 285 Dickens Kate 36 90 196 206 367 370 {and see Perugini Mrs. and Collins Mrs. C. A.) Dickens Miss 31-4 416 Dickenson Mr. 200-1-2-9 Dodd H. 232-3-4 Dombcy and Son 45 139 227 317 325 Doughty Street 25-8-9 30 Dover 54 192 345-348; Castle 347; Heights 346 ; Road 396-400 Drage Rev. W. H. 92 ; Misses 92-3 "Duck" 117 E.\SEDO\VN Mrs. 369-371 373 Eastgate House 72-77 132 East Mailing 293 Edivin Drood 6 23-7 46 70-3-4-5 %■}, 106 11: 115 117 119 120-1-4- 8-9 131-4 6-8-9 140-1 171 207 228 247-8-9 288 290 406 411 414 416-7 ; Facsimile 420 Exeter 209 "Falstaff Sir John" (at Gad's Hill) 163-5-7 175 207-8-9 400; (At Can- terbury) 336 Farleigh 290 Faversham 323-4 Fechter Mr. ltd 201 221 242 Fildes Luke 23 59 75 106 127-9 140- 1 169 228 248 Fisher Bishop 131 Pltzroy Street 417 Fleet Street 17 18 Ford H. 330 Forster J. 2 6 8 19 20 30-8-9 41-4 51 87 93 107 167 174 176-9 182-6-7 196 207-9 221 232-5 258 262 275 310 324-7 335 356-7 364 412-4-7 421-424; Bequest 412-416 Fcrt Clarence 316 Fort Pitt 104-6 272-280 Fortnmis 33 Fountain Court 17 Fox 20 Frindsbury 195 275 294; Church 212 236 350 Frith W'. P. 230 395-6 415 ! Frog Alley 117 I Frozen Dup 32-3 86 241 i Furnival's Inn 24-27 Gad's Hill 4 44 60 90-1-3 141 161 et seq. 241-8-9 265 393 400 Sixty years ago 191-195 "Falstaff Sir John" 163- 5-7 175 207-8-9 400 Gad's Hill Place 31 42-6 85-88 93 132 161-209 217 221- 2-3224-5-7240-1-3 271 310 363-4-9 370-1 376 400-9 Cedars at 186 192 Chalet 186-7 221-2 Charades at 197 241 Clock 229 Cricket at 208 248-9 372-3 Dick's Grove at 179 Gazette 180 196-8-9 "Plough" 241 Porch at 184 Sale of 235-6 241-6 404 Sale, Photograph of 230 Shrubbery at 186 Specification for alter- ations at 222-3 Sports at 363-4 Sun-dial 228 Theatricals at 241 Tunnel at 184-6 228 Well at 181-2 "Gavelkind" 82 Gibson Mary 46 265-6-7 ; {and see Weller 'Mary) Robert 266-7 ; Thomas 266 Giles Rev. W. 261 ; Academy 261 Gillingham 275 Gordon Square 31-8; Place 31 Govver Street 38-9 Gravesend 3 91 192 336 361-2 393 Great Expectations 6 7 17 24 37 53 64 70-8 97 156 171 188 269 348 351-354 356-8 398 401-5 Grunaldi, Alemoirs of 2>^ Grip the Raven 44 Harbledown 348 Hard Times 37 416 ; Facsimile 419 Hastings 345 Haunted Alan 45 Hawke Street 255 284 Head R. 53 88 Higham 87 173-6 182 194 242 362- 375 377 430 INDEX. Hogarth G. 25 ; Catherine 26 ; {and see Dickens Mrs. Charles) E. 34 ; Mary 29 ; Georgina 34 86 90 205- 6 235-8 242-4 370-5-8 396 406 416 422 ; William 54 Holhorn 22-4-7 Hollv Tree Inn 263 408 Homan F. 85-88 117 Hoo 350 Hop-Picking and Cultivation 318-323 Horse Guards 49 Horsted 292 Household Words 45 89 106 142 150 193 257 344 415 House on the Brook 260 1-5-6 273 Hulkes J. 163 195-198 403 ; Mrs. 196 204-5 ; C. J. 205 Hunted Dozun 1 71 Hyde Park 46 ; Corner 64 ; Place 141 Hythe 345 Johnson's Court 18 John Street 28 Kenxette a. 78 Kingsgate Street 27 Kit's Coty House 310-313 391 Kitton F. G. 4 38 102 no 127 163 205 248 316 368 393 415 Kolle W. H. 416-7 Lamert Dr. 255 ; J. 256-8 Landport 255 280-286 ; Commercial Road 281-2 Lang Andrew 15 Langton R. 2 3 38 83 144 216 252-5-8 264-6 277 281-2-4-6 Lapworth Prof. 6 Larkin C. 163 195 Latter Mrs. 209 400-1-2 Lawn House 326-7 Lawrence J. 59 60 "Leather Bottle'' 60 386-390 396 Lemon Mark 32-4-5-6 151 232-4 Levy C. D. 246-7 lighthouse 33 86 241 Lincoln's Inn 19 ; Fields 19 Linton Mrs. Lynn 167 191-195 Little Dorrit 37 46 139 161 171 211 416 Littlewood J. E. 272-3 Long Mrs. 333 *• Look-out House " 232 Maclise D. 20 41-4 59 412 421 Maidstone 90-1 140 293 306-310 ; Road 78 151 ; Chillington Manor House 3089 310; Brenchley Gar- dens 309 Malleson J. N. 20 1-6 Margate 334 333-4-6 ; Theatre 334-5 Marsham Rev J. J. 402-3-4 Marshes 142 188 349 350-1-7-8 403-9 Martin Chnzzleivit 17 27 45 56 414 Marzials F. T. 8 29 31 Master Humphrey s Clock 45 Masters Mrs. 217 219 221-6 Mechanics' Institute 267-9 270-1-3 Medway River 52-3-4 67-9 98 103 134-5 162 18S 211 253 275 2S8-9 290-2 309 310-6 ; Valley 379 3S2 Memoirs of Gri/naldi 31 Middle Temple Lane 17 Mile End Cottage 209 210 Miles Mr. 117 120 Millen T. 90-1 Minor Canon Row 92 122-4-7 Minto Prof. 409 "Mitre" 60 116 262-3-4 Mitton T. 414 Montague Street 31 Monthly Magazine 18 Morgan Mr. 200-1-2 Morning Chronicle 24 26 270 Mr. Nightingale s Diary 35 Mrs. Joseph Porter over the ivay 18 Mysterious Dickens-item 246-249 Navy Pay Office Chatham 258 274 New Brompton 80 252 270-5 New Romney 345 Nicholas Nickleby 8 31 1 06 139 210 286 324 416 No Thoroughfare 374 Old Curiosity Si/op ^$'9 139 323 349 405 Old Sergeants' Inn 18 Oliver Tioist 31 232; Facsimile 418 Ordnance 'i'errace 28 92 257-8 265 274 ; Place 265 Our English IFatering- Place 317 324- 31 Our Mutual Friend i 17 18 39 91 17 1 234 414 Overblow 402-3 Owl Club 59 ; Harmonious Owls 59 Parliament Street 48 Payne G. 130 238 Pearce Sarah 283-4 ; Mr. 283 ; William 284 Pear Tree Lane 313 377-8 Pemberlon T. Edgar 1 241 286 INDEX. 431 Perugini Mrs. 248 ; [and see Dickens Kate and Collins Mrs. C. A.) Pickwick Papers 5 6 20-6-9 3 1 50"6 62-7 70-5 III 151 231 251-5 261 273-6-9 293-5 297-306 324 373 6-9 387-8 391-3 Pictures from Italy 1 8 " Plorn " 202 Porchester Cnstle 284 Portsea 255 281-2 ; St. Mary's Church 255 285-6 ; Hawke Street 255 284 Portsmouth 281-4-6-7 ; Common Hard 287 ; Dockyard 285 ; Theatre 286 Portsmouth Street 19 Prall R. 57 85 Prior's Gate 127-8 Proctor R. A. 138-9 Proctors 148 Punch 90 175 Purkis Mrs. 285 Quarry House 212 Rainham 317-8; Mear's Earr Farm 318 Ramsgate 336 Reculver 324; The Sisters 324 Red Lion Square 28 31 Regent's Park 39; Street 4'S 51 Restoration House 53-4 78 80 94-97 132 156 Robertson Rev. Canon 214 Robinson G. 269 Rochester 4 48 51-97 376 396 406-9 " lilue Boar " 64 Boley (or Bully) Hill 88 124 158 Boundary Lane 253 Bridge 50-4 67-70 104 215 217 226-7 "Bull Inn "54-5 et seq. 104 143-5 409 Castle 69 98-110 137 216 396 406-9 Cathedral 53-4 87 90 iii- 141 216 406-9 Cherry Garden 54 College (or Jasper's) Gate 72 124-130 Crow Lane 78 117 156 "Crozier" 116 Deanery Gatehouse 127-9 "Duck" 117 Eastgate House 72-77 132 Episcopal Palace 130-1 Rochester Esplanade 134 Frog Alley 117 Grammar School 81-8 Guildhall 54-5 72 108 High Street 51-3-5 63-4 70 82 116 125 130 145 275 287 296 336 London and County Bank 116 Maidstone Road 78 151 Mathematical School 81 175-6 Men's Institute 75 Minor Canon Row 92 122- 4-7 New Road 152 "Old Crown" 116 Prior's Gale 127-8 Restoration House 53-4 78 80 132 156; Ghost Story 94-97 Sapsea's House 72-5-6 117 Satis House 78 97 156-8 Savings Bank 76 116 Sir J. Hawkins's Hospital 81 Sir J. Hayward's Charity 82 Star Hill 70 83 St. Bartholomew's Hospital 81 St. Catherine's Charity 81 St. Margaret's 92 ; Church 151 St. Nicholas' 81 114 Cemetery 87 136-7 Church 136-7 Theatre 83 143 242 256 Vines (or Monks' Vineyard) 70-8 81 131-2-4 275 409 Watts's Almshouses 151 ,, Charity 72 142-160 176 409 Rye 345 Ryland Mr. Arthur 144-5 5 -^^^'S- Zl 144 Sandling 310 Sandwich 345 Sapsea's House 72-5-6 117 Satis House 78 97 156-8 Seven Poor Travellers 70 98 1 06 142- 3 150 160 380 Seymour R. 58 Sheerness 54 ; Cockle-shell Hard loi Sheppard Dr. 342-3-4 Shorne 87 137 194 358 391-3 400-2 ; Church 403-4 ; Ridgway 379 432 LWDEX. Sisters, Reculver 324 Sketches by Boz 26 64 258 270 Sketches of Young Getitleinen 31 ; of Young Couples 31 Smetham Henry 368 Smith C. Roach 52 loi 148 231-238 290 311 365 Smith E, Orionl 303 Snodland 288 290; Brook 135; Weir 135 Somerset House 38 264 421-3 So7ig of the Wreck 33-4-5 415 South Kensington Museum 249 396 412 Spencer Herbert 190 406 Stanfiekl C. 20 32-3 86 241 Stanley Dean 8i 137 423 Staplehurst 93; Accidcni 198 200-I-9 Staple Inn 22 4-7 Star Hill 70 83 Steele Dr. 174 237-246 Sterry J. Ashby 3 329 345-6 Stone F. 36 ; M. 91 196 200-2-7 Strange Gentleman 26 St. Luke's Church, Chelsea 26 St. Margaret's 92 ; Church 151 St. Mary's Church Chatham 92 255 ; Place 260-2 St. Mary's Church Porlsea 255 285-6 St. Nicholas' Church Rochester 81 114 136-7 ; Cemetery 87 136-7 St. Nicholas' Church Strood 211 St. Pancras' Rnad 39 ; Church 39 Strood 50-5 68 80 162 182 195 211-250 *' Crispin and Crispianus" 217- 220 Elocution Society 235 St. Nicholas' Churcli 211 Preceptory 212 Quarry House 212 Temple Farm 211 Sunday under Three Heads 26 Symond's Inn 19 Syms Mr. 82 n 5-1 17 Tale of Two Cities 17 37-9 171 204 397 Tavistock Square 32 ; House 32-3-6-7 42 86 171 325 Taylor Mrs. 368-9 Temple 17; liar 17; Middle Temple Lane 17 ; Fountain Court 17 Temple Farm 211 ThacUeray W. M. 24-6-7 234 Thames River 188 314 350; Valley 358 378 403 Times 410-414 Tom-All-AI.. lie's 268 'I'om Tliumh t^t^ Town Mailing 292-3-4 302-306 Tribe Aid. 2(34; Master and Miss 258 264 ; Jolin 264 Trood \V. S. 175 206-209 400; Ell ward 2 7 220 Uncommercial Traieller 6 7 37 83 159 163-5 171 220 264-9 278 Upnor Castle 155 Village Coquettes 376 Vines The 70-8 81 1 31-2-4 275 Vv AG HORN Lieut. 257 Watts Richanl 55 142 ; Almshouses 151; Chaiity 72 142-160 176; Memorial 157-8 Weald of Kent 316 VVeller Mary 265-6 ; {and see Gibson Mary) Westminster Abbev 87-8 137 404 423-4 Whiston Rev. R. '88-90 160 Whitefriars Street 17 Whitehall 48 Whitstable 323 Wildish W. T. 82 118 175 265 382 Wills W. H. 152 ; W. G. 152 193-4 Winchelsea 345 Woburn Square 31 Wood H. 273-4 Worsfold C. K. 347 Wreck of the Gold en Mary 260 Wright Mr. 372-3 415; Mrs. 370-373 THE END. Richard Clay <&* Sons^ Limited^ London «&* Bungay. N THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW AN INITIAL FINE OF 25 CENTS WILL BE ASSESSED FOR FAILURE TO RETURN THIS BOOK ON THE DATE DUE. THE PENALTY WILL INCREASE TO 50 CENTS ON THE FOURTH DAY AND TO $1.00 ON THE SEVENTH DAY OVERDUE. 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