es him; all who can read his books love him. This
love cheered him in his life, and will keep his memory green. Of the
solid wealth which he acquired, the honor he enjoyed, the friends who
gathered round him, and the brave and resolute front which he always
showed, there is no space here to speak.

The following is the list of Dickens' works, in their order of
appearance omitting certain farces and pamphlets which belong to a
more extended notice:

"Sketches by Boz" (1836), "The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club"
(1837), "Oliver Twist" (1838), "Nicholas Nickleby" (1839), "The Old
Curiosity Shop" (1840-41), "Barnaby Rudge" (1841), "American Notes"
(1842), "Martin Chuzzlewit" (1843), "The Christmas Tales"--viz., "The
Christmas Carol," "The Chimes," "The Cricket on the Hearth," "The
Battle of Life," "The Haunted Man," and "The Ghost's Bargain"--(1843,
1846, 1848), "Pictures from Italy" (1845), "Dombey and Son" (1846-48),
"David Copperfield" (1849-50), "Bleak House" (1852-53), "The Child's
History of England" (1854), "Hard Times" (1854), "Little Dorrit"
(1855-57), "A Tale of Two Cities" (1859), "The Uncommercial Traveller"
(1861), the "Christmas Numbers" in _Household Words_ and _All the Year
Round_, "Great Expectations" (1860-61), "Our Mutual Friend" (1864-65),
"The Mystery of Edwin Drood" (unfinished). This long roll by no means
represents the whole work of this most active of mankind. Public
readings both in this country and in America, private theatricals,
speeches, letters innumerable, journeys many, pamphlets, plays, the
conduct of a popular magazine--first called _Household Words_, and
then _All the Year Round_--and an ever-present readiness to enjoy the
society of his friends, fill up the space when he was not actually
writing. That he could do so much was mainly due to his orderly and
methodical habits, to his clearness of mind, and to a capacity for
business as wonderful as his genius for fiction. He knew no rest from
the day when he first attacked shorthand, to the day when he fell from
his chair in the fit from which he never recovered. He was
incomparably the most active man, the hardest-working-man of his age.
In the history of letters there are many who have produced more work
in bulk; there is not one who led a life so varied, so full, so
constantly busy, so active, and so rich.

It is as yet too early to speak with certainty as to the lasting
popularity of his work as a whole. Very much of it owed i