Item No: cdc197101
Title: ALs to Jonathan Chapman
Carlton House, New York I Second June 1842.
My Dear Friend,
I am going up the Hudson, for rest; and shall not return here until Monday. Though I have but a minute to spare, I cannot choose but answer your affectionate and warmly-welcomed letter.
I did receive that other communication from you, of which you speak. I am not ashamed to own it, although I have not written. I answered a great many other letters. They were mere things of course. But I always laid yours aside, and said, "This is quite another matter. I won't write him a traveller's hurried, common-place note. I will wait" - Well! You know what waiting comes to, under such circumstances as these?
Besides, I have always said to my wife, "He'll come over to New York. I feel confident that he will dine with us, on Monday The Sixth." - When your letter was brought in, I plumed myself very much (before opening it) on being so accurate. And I do assure you that for a moment I was quite sorry and disappointed. But to connect any such feelings with such a letter, long, was out of the question; so I brightened up again, very soon, and am now quite radiant.
The ocean can no more divide you and me, than darkness can shut out Heaven from a blind man. Were it twenty times as broad as it is, we could send a warm pressure of the hand, across it. And I feel, besides, an inexpressible confidence that, on one side of it, or the other, we shall meet again.
God bless you, my dear fellow. In the happiness of Home, I shall only remember you the more earnestly, heartily, and affectionately. I don't know how extravagantly I shall feel, or what extravagant things I shall do, in the joy of heart with which I shall first stand among my household Deities again. But I will tell you all about it, from the midst of them, with God's leave.
- I write God bless you, once more, as if that were a satisfaction. Who that has ever reflected on the enormous and vast amount of leave-taking there is in this Life, can ever have doubted the existence of another!
I have more than half a mind to write those three words of farewell, again. - But let this go without, for you know that it comes from Yours with all his heart.
The Honorable Jonathan Chapman
I cannont tell you how often I feel grieved at our not having dined together, alone, on that day when we went to South Boston. And now, it really weighs upon me, quite heavily.
Second June 1842
Rare Book Department
Chapman, Jonathan, 1807-1848
Sotheby, Suzannet sale, lot 226, via Maggs 11/23/7 , Matlack
The Letters of Charles Dickens, Pilgrim Edition, Volume Three, 1842-1843, p. 248.
Country:United States of America
City/Town/Township:New York City
Creation Place Note:Carlton House
DL C366j 1842-06-02
Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 - Author