The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1871-12-27

was that | came to be there, or gave
the least indication of being sorry that
l was there. That I suffered in secret,
and that | suffered exquisitely, no one
ever knew but /. How much / suffer
ed it is, as have said already, utterly
beyond my power to tell. No mans
imagination can overstep the reality.
But kept my own counsel, and | did
my work. l knew from the first that
if l could not do my work as well as
any of the rest, l could not hold myself
above slight and contempt. | soon be-
came at least as expeditions and as
skllful with my hands as either OF the
other boys. Though perfectly familiar
with them, my conduct and manners
were different enough from theirs to
place a space between US. They and
the men always spoke Of me as "the
Young gentleman" A certain man Ia
soldier once) named Thomas, who was
the foreman, and another named Harry,
who was the carman, and wore a red
Jacket, used to call me "Charles" some
times, in speaking to me; but | think it
was mostly when we were very conf
Dental, and when l had made some ef-
forts to entertain them over our work
with the results Of some Of the old read
ings, which were fast perishing out OF
my mind.
OUT OF THE DEPTHS.
After a time the lonely little boy,
thinking there was no reason why he
should be obliged to live 80 far from
the Marshalsea, demonstrated with his
father SO pathetically, and with 80 many
tears, that, as the son records, the kind
nature of the parent gave way. MIR.
John Dickens appears to have been one
Of those genial, kindly, easy-tempered,
impractcable human beings who, in
spite of all their good and pleasant
qualities, their honorable disposition,
and even their industry, (for he had all
these virtues, as his son becomingly sets
DOWN fail to make their way in life for
want OF the one faculty OF adoption to
the stern conditions OF life. The conse-
ouence of Charles remonstrance with
his father on the score OF his exile was
at he was provided with a back attic
at the house of an insolvent court agent
in Liant street, Borough, where says
Dickens in his photographed sketch,
Bob Sawyer lodged many years after
ward" Here he slept on the floor
but "the window had pleasant pros
pect of timber yard" and the poor
little lodger, feeling that he was close
to his true home, the prison, thought
the new sleeping room Paradise.
FAME.
When his father left the prison, the
bow (who had by that time been removed
from the backing establishment was
put, at about twelve years OF age, to
school in the Hampstead Road, where
he soon became noted for his vivacity
and fun. A favorite trick Of his was
heading a number of his schoolfellows
in the streets in pretending to be beggars.
When the old ladies Of whom they
begged answered with tart speeches,
Charles would explode with laughter,
and take to his heels. .
By and by came the start in life-hrs'
as a lawyer 8 clerk, then as a newspaper
reporter, and then as successful
author. His old poverty became a
mine Of riches to him, and the rough
material OF his fame. He never lost
the habit OF coming his life into en-.
during fiction. The Dora Of David
Copperfield" was, it ms,his first love
the memory OF whom always dwell
with him; and the Flora OF Little
Dorrit" was the same lady. not dead 10
fact but somewhat altered by the lapse
Of a quarter OF a century (as that same
q uarter of q century will change US all
to whom, one day, Dickens and his wife
paid q formal visit. and found th'
stufFad fayorite. jim, in the passage.