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Letter from Charles Dickens, London, to Angela Burdett-Coutts, 1852 April 12 : autograph manuscript signed.

BIB_ID
421158
Accession number
MA 1352.259
Creator
Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870.
Display Date
London, England, 1852 April 12.
Credit line
Purchased with the assistance of the Fellows, 1951.
Description
1 item (3 pages) ; 17.7 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 from "Tavistock House / Twelfth April 1852 / Monday."
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
Expressing his pleasure that she agrees that an essay on the Home in Household Words is a good idea; saying "I think it would do a great deal of good - especially in impressing on people the sensible point you state in your note - which I sincerely believe to be the whole truth and wisdom of the case. You shall see the Proof before the article is published;" taking responsibility for Mr. Forster and saying "He spoke to me on the subject of your last series of evenings and his invitation thereunto, and, after shewing me (which indeed I knew beforehand) that they fell at times when he was much engaged with his own occupations and was obliged to be regular and to get up early, asked me if I would tell you that he was very sensible of your kind remembrance, though unable to avail himself of it at the time? I utterly discouraged any such proceeding, as seeming to be self-important; and told him that he had much better leave it alone, and not seem to suppose that his absence was of any moment to anybody. I am bound to add that he appeared by no means clear that I was right, but submitted. Therefore it is really my fault. And my modesty - or my innoculation of him with that disorder - is alone to blame;" adding, in a postscript, "I have not yet got Mr. Chesterton's answer, about the Refuge real or supposed, but expect it every moment."