Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-06-30

Of England, 1850; Bleak House, 1853;
Hard Timca. 1854: Little Dorrit 1851 |;
Our Mutual Friend, 1894
"a Tale of Two CssieA" " The Uncom-
merciai Traveller" and a0reaa Expecta.
tions" Appeared In Al tAs Fear Roxad, q
weekly miscellany which Mr.. Dickens
conducted from 1850 to 1859. Indeed,
nearly or quite every work from his pen
hAs Dirt appeared In one Journal or other,
in serial form. Besides the periodicals
mentioned, Mr.. Dickens edited, for
while, the Daily Nesss, Liberal paper,
which Was established with him - editor.
in-chief. In TACT, he has always fratern-
lied cordially with newspaper folk, and
was, in style, instincts, and afllnities, very
much . journalist.
Mr.. Dickens made, In the course Of his
life, two voyages 10 Americs-the ArSt In
1919, from which resulted the Amer1can
Notes," and the American pictures and
sketches In Martin Chuzzlewit" which
have excited 10 much unpleasant feeling
in certain classes Of minds in this country;
but which are now generally admitted to
be "palpable hits" and by no means %
severe in the way of satire - some pic
lures which Mr.. Dickens has drawn of his
own countrymen. The second visit, in
1853, will be well remembered by every
reader of this notice. It met the most
nattering demonstration which this coun.
try has ever made to any foreign person
age since Lafayette.
Charles Dickens was married, and has
~ Ia al n
and possessed Of . considerable dramatic
talent, 1t is said. Owing to uncoDgeniali.
ty of temperament Mr.. Dickens separated
from his wife some ten years ago, after
living with her twenty years The terms
OF the separation were satisfactory to both
parties, and the cause implies no improp-
er conduct on the part of either. The de-
ceased author had amassed considerable
wealth by the success of his writings and
readings, and lived in elegance on Gad's
Hill, near London (the same made histori.
Cal by 6hskspeare's play of Henry lV.),
In the very same house, of which, when
passing 1t as boy, he had said, ~ will
have that house when am rich. The
cause of his death was paralysis. - Chicago
Post.
ACcUMULATINa q large fortune by his
literary labor, Mr.. Dickens was ever ready
to contribute literally to those benevolent
enterprises designed for the benefit Of the
literary and journalistic profession. Kind
ly in his feelings, manly in his instincts,
unostentatious In his charities, and never
forgetting the friends and associations of
his early days, Mr.. Dickens has left be.
hind him an unblemished reputation, and
name of which his countrymen may
well be proud.
But as we stand by this open grave, and
hear in imagination, the clOds falling upon
the coffin lid which hides from our view
forever the form of Charles Dickens, 1t is
not so much the man we think Of as the
author. We did not know him face TO
face, our hands had never clasped his, and
30 far as ply steal personality goes, he was
and Is to US myth. Yet in that 'touch
of nature which makes the whole world
kin" he was and is our dear and familiar
friend, into whose heart we have looked,
whose hopes and fears we have shared,
whose tears and laughter have been given
to US, whose priceless heritage we, and
those who come after US, may enjoy
always What immortality is there, or can
there be, like thiss Victoria might die to-
morrow; her son would reign in her stead,
and we should remember her only az q
good woman who had worn crown. Ma
poleOn, Alexander, Frederick William and
Francis Joseph might be swept from the
earth by the same thunderbOlt, and saving
q panic In the stock market, and revOlu-
ton or two, their dccease would have no
particular effect, nor should we waste
sigh over the royal victims But here Is
plain, untitled English citizen, with no
illustrious ancestry, no drop of princely
blood In his veins, no political power to
make him famous, nothing, in fact, OF that
pomp and circumstance which usually &C
companies successful ambition; and yet
wherever the electric messenger has
flashed the tidings of his death, the soul
of humanity throbs with pang of sorrow.
In the heart Of the Australian herdsman
in the shsnty Of the emigrant on the slope
of the Rocky Mountains; among the jun.
giles OF India and upon the islands Of mid
ocean from the China sea to the Pacific;
from the Cape of Good Hope TO the Arctic
circle, on every spot Of ground where the
English language has penetrated, there
will be mOurnerA honest, unseldsh
mourners, for the dead. Yet how
little, how very little, Of the great
novelist has really died The mystic
rious brain out Of which sprung 20 many
phantoms Of light and lovelinesa, the
heart which breathed into them the
breath OF life, the busy fingers which
gave them local habitation and name,
these indeed are still and pulseless, locked
In the cold obstruction Of death; but what
are they compared with the throng Of his
deathless childreni The father, being
mortal, has only paid the debt which
mortality owes TO nature; his offspring,
being immortal, can never perish while
the solid globe stands, never fade while
stars shine. He 10 but piece of senseless
clay now, ready to crumble hack to kin
dred dust ; they are - ffesh, a. fragrant
and - young Is the flowers Of spring, and
NO summers sun or winters frost can
touch them with decay. "Little Nell"
{" Paul Dombey," agnes" and "Steer-
forth, -" Micawber" and "Dick Swivel.
lee," and the host Of bright creatures
whom We know and love 20 well these
live on until the end Of time, and while