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A Letter From Dickens To Prof. Felton

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Day
2
Month
June
Year
1871
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Public Domain
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I have long suspectod tliat oysters have a rhcuinatic tendoncy. Their feet are ilwuys wet ; and so muoh damp eompany n a nian's inside cannot contributo to his jcace. But whatever the cause of your ndisposition, we are truly gricved and ained to hcar of it, and should bo more so, but that wo hope from your account of that farewell dinner, that you are all right agaiu. I !id receivo Longfellow's ïote. Suniner I have not yet heard rom ; for whioh rcason I am constantly ringing telescopes to bear on tho tVnyoat, in hopes to see him coming over, accompanied by a modest portmanteau. To say anything about this wonderful ilace would be sheer nonsense. It far exceeds my most sanguino expectations, hough the impression on my iniud has icen, from the first, nothing but beauty and peace. I haven't drunk tho water. Bearing in mind your caution, I háve devoted myself to beer, whereof thero is an cxceedingly pretty fall in this house. One of tho noblo hearts who sat for the Dhecryble Brothors is dead. If I had jeen in England, I would certainly have gono into mourning for tho loss of such a 'lorious life. His brother is not expected X) survive liim. I am told that it appcars 'rom a memorandum found among the papers of the deceased, that in his life;imo he gave away in charity L600,000, or ;hree milllons of dollars ! What do you say to my acting at tho Montreal Theatre '( I am an old hand at such matters. and am going to join the orh'eers of tho garrison in a public ropresentution for the beneüt of a local charity. Wc shall have a good house, they say. I am going to enact ono Mr. Snobbington in a funny farce called A Good Night's Rest. I shall want a flaxen wig and eyobrows ; and my nightly rost is brokon by visions of there being no such commodities in Canada. I wake in the dead of night in a cold perspiration, surrounded Ly imaginary barbers, all denying tlie existonce or possibility of obtaining sueh articles. If had a flaxen head, I would certainly have it shaved, and get a wig and eyubrows out of him, for a sniall pecuniary compensation. By the by, if you could have secn the man at Harrisburg, crushing a friendly Quaker in the parlor door ! It was the greatesl sight I ever saw. Ihad told him not to admit anybody whatover, forgetting that I had previously given this honest Quaker a special invitation to come. The Quaker would not be denied, and H. was stanch. When I carne upon them, the Quaker was black in the face, and II. was adininistering the final squeeza. The Quaker was still rubbing his waistcoat with an expression of aoate inward suffering, when I left the town. I have been looking for his death in the aewspapen almost daily. - From the Atlantic MoSTHLYor June. Dumas believes that women are stronp; bccause one of them resisted him for 12 ye.rs, and thon went off with another. He adds: "I have never been able to resist a woman for more thau ten minutes." The Rei-olution declares it impossible to combine professional exertions with the ordinary duties of a raan's wife. That tneans maidens and widows for business.

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