ibed in
No. 48? I mean the outside. If you can, without hurting the effect, shut
up the shop as though it were night, so much the better. Should you want
a figure, an ancient watchman in or out of his box, very sleepy, will be
just the thing for me.
I have written to Chapman and requested him to send you a block of a
long shape, so that the house may come upright as it were.
Faithfully ever.
[Sidenote: The same.]
OLD SHIP HOTEL, BRIGHTON, _Feb. 26th, 1841._
MY DEAR KITTENMOLES,
I passed your house on Wednesday, being then atop of the Brighton Era;
but there was nobody at the door, saving a solitary poulterer, and all
my warm-hearted aspirations lodged in the goods he was delivering. No
doubt you observed a peculiar relish in your dinner. That was the
cause.
I send you the MS. I fear you will have to read all the five slips; but
the subject I think of is at the top of the last, when the guest, with
his back towards the spectator, is looking out of window. I think, in
your hands, it will be a very pretty one.
Then, my boy, when you have done it, turn your thoughts (as soon as
other engagements will allow) first to the outside of The Warren--see
No. 1; secondly, to the outside of the locksmith's house, by night--see
No. 3. Put a penny pistol to Chapman's head and demand the blocks of
him.
I have addled my head with writing all day, and have barely wit enough
left to send my love to my cousin, and--there's a genealogical
poser--what relation of mine may the dear little child be? At present, I
desire to be commended to her clear blue eyes.
Always, my dear George,
Faithfully yours,
[HW: Boz.]
[Sidenote: Mr. William Harrison Ainsworth.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _April 29th, 1841._
MY DEAR AINSWORTH,
With all imaginable pleasure. I quite look forward to the day. It is an
age since we met, and it ought not to be.
The artist has just sent home your "Nickleby." He suggested variety,
pleading his fancy and genius. As an artful binder must have his way, I
put the best face on the matter, and gave him his. I will bring it
together with the "Pickwick" to your house-warming with me.
The old _Royal George_ went down in consequence of having too much
weig
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