hing amiss, and went in with a bound and brought Bumble out by the
ear. The scientific way in which he towed him along was charming.
Ever your loving.
[Sidenote: Mr. J. E. Millais, R.A.]
GAD'S HILL PLACE, HIGHAM BY ROCHESTER, KENT,
_Sunday, 19th July, 1868._
MY DEAR MILLAIS,[95]
I received the enclosed letter yesterday, and I have, perhaps
unjustly--some vague suspicions of it. As I know how faithful and
zealous you have been in all relating to poor Leech, I make no apology
for asking you whether you can throw any light upon its contents.
You will be glad to hear that Charles Collins is decidedly better
to-day, and is out of doors.
Believe me always, faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. Serle.]
GAD'S HILL, _Wednesday, 29th July, 1868._
MY DEAR SERLE,[96]
I do not believe there is the slightest chance of an international
Copyright law being passed in America for a long time to come. Some
Massachusetts men do believe in such a thing, but they fail (as I
think) to take into account the prompt western opposition.
Such an alteration as you suggest in the English law would give no
copyright in America, you see. The American publisher could buy no
absolute _right_ of priority. Any American newspaper could (and many
would, in a popular case) pirate from him, as soon as they could get the
matter set up. He could buy no more than he buys now when he arranges
for advance sheets from England, so that there may be simultaneous
publication in the two countries. And success in England is of so much
importance towards the achievement of success in America, that I greatly
doubt whether previous publications in America would often be worth more
to an American publisher or manager than simultaneous publication.
Concerning the literary man in Parliament who would undertake to bring
in a Bill for such an amendment of our copyright law, with weight enough
to keep his heart unbroken while he should be getting it through its
various lingering miseries, all I can say is--I decidedly don't know
him.
On that horrible Staplehurst day, I had not the slightest idea that I
knew anyone in the train out of my own compartment. Mrs. Cowden
Clarke[97] wrote me afterwards, telling me in the main what you tell me,
and I was astonished. It is remarkable that m
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