BIB_ID
420841
Accession number
MA 1352.148
Creator
Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870.
Display Date
London, England, 1849 March 13.
Credit line
Purchased with the assistance of the Fellows, 1951.
Description
1 item (8 pages) ; 18.1 x 11.0 cm
Notes
The letter is part of a collection, MA 1352, which consists of letters from Charles Dickens to the Baroness, to her companion Hannah (Meredith) Brown, or the latter's husband, William Brown; with 70 letters written by others to Miss Coutts or to Dickens in his capacity as her unofficial almoner; and a few others. See the collection-level record for more information.
Written on mourning stationery from "Devonshire Terrace / Tuesday Night / Thirteenth March 1849."
Written on mourning stationery from "Devonshire Terrace / Tuesday Night / Thirteenth March 1849."
Provenance
The letters formed part of the Burdett-Coutts sale (Sotheby, 17 May 1922); they were purchased for Oliver W. Barrett in whose collection they remained until it was sold by his son (Parke-Bernet, 31 October 1951).
Summary
Discussing whether Steerage is the appropriate class for the women from the Home who emigrate and referencing letters Miss Coutts has received from two of the emigrants; discussing Mrs. Holdsworth's qualifications and relating his good opinion of her; saying "Whatever my opinion is worth, it is worth so much the more for this - that I had no leaning towards her, at first, and have really come to like her without the least inclination to do so [...] I do not think it likely that - for the money - or for anything near the money - we shall ever find so unobjectionable a person again;" suggesting she provide the women with more writing paper: "I think with you that the habit of asking is a bad one, but I confess I would increase the quantity of writing paper. Some of them may have nobody to write to; but the separation even from so much Earth that they have been used to, is a tremendous one, and the feeling that they can connect themselves with England by a few pothooks, twenty times or thirty times instead of six or eight, is not an unwholesome one. Indeed I am inclined to believe it has its root in a sentiment that it is desirable, with a view to our future hopes of them, to encourage. I am just going to bed with an abominable cold, and hope I may have written more intelligibly than I am able to speak."
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