Charles Dickens

Kathleen Mary Tillotson (ed.), The British Academy/The Pilgrim Edition of the Letters of Charles Dickens, Vol. 4: 1844–1846

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To T. J. THOMPSON, 29 MARCH 1844

MS Mrs Sowerby.

Devonshire Terrace | Friday Twenty Ninth March 1844

My Dear Thompson.

I congratulate you, with all my heart and soul, a million of times. It is a noble prize you have won. And I am sure you have won it, in a noble Spirit. A hearty God Bless you!

Good Heaven what a Dream it appears! Shall we ever forget that night when she came up to THE Piano—that morning when Dick, the energetic Dick, devised the visit! Shall we ever cease to have a huge and infinite delight in talking about the whole Romance from end to end—in dwelling upon it, exaggerating it; recalling it in every possible way, form, shape, and kaleidoscopic variety!

Ask her to save the dress—the dress with the fur upon it. Let it be laid up in Lavender. Let it never grow old, fade, shrink, or undergo millinerial alteration, but be a household God, Immortally Young and Perpetually Green. Wasn't it Green? I think so.

The father seems to have acted like a man. I had my fears of that, I confess; for the greater part of my observation of Parents and children, has shewn selfishness in the first, almost invariably.

I swear, my dear Thompson, that I am as well pleased as yourself. I send you all manner of cordiality, in this.

Of course I shall see you, as soon as you arrive here. I rather expect to hear that you have been called to Yorkshire, for I received dreary accounts of poor Smithson, this morning and yesterday, through Alfred.3

  •                                       Always Faithfully Your friend,
  • T. J. Thompson Esquire                              Charles Dickens

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Editor’s Note
3 Alfred Lamert Dickens (1822–60): see Vol. I, p. 44n.
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