The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-06-21
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thrilling romance had been so long
mysteriously buried in that little hut in the
hollow.
"Have you never been approached by
newspaper men!" continued the writer
when he had sufficiently recovered his
senses.
PLENTY OF them. have been a charac-
ter in the courts"
"Have you never said anything to anyone
about those manuscripts beforeW
Never
'Why!"
them before. You are the first one, sir, to
whom have ever spoken on the subject,
except to William" she replied, pointing
as she spoke 10 her husband, who, with the
same unspeaka5ly impertureble expression
of countenance, sat, reclining at ease
against the post of the gate, fast asleep.
''wlLL YOU TALK!"
'What about" reioined the woman quiz
zically, sand what for"
For print. And what about2 About
yourself, about Dickens, and especially
about your relations to Dickens as dis
closed in your chats with him."
The woman hesitated, reflected a mo-
ment, and finally said:
III / can so as to say anything that Will
interest anybody concerning my early re-
lauons with Mr.. Dickens and at the same
time not encroach too much upon my forth
coming book, l will do 500
"You may do just that. Please tell what
you are willing in your own way"
Very well" said she. write down just
what l say. III talk print
Gathering up her pie of yellow papers at
the door of the little hut she told this start
ling story, refreshing her memory as to
dates, places, names from time to time by
referring to her manuscript. II was born
in the heart of busy, busting London. at sc
Cheapside, opposite Old Bow church. cor
ner of Lawrence lane, in the year 1881. My
father was Gabriel Shire Tregear, the ia
nous metropolitan picture merchant of
London, formerly alderman of the city.
My mother was Ann Mclean, the sister of
the four Mclean brothers, Thomas, Ed
ward, Charles and Hector, so well known
in London. They were married in 1927
The name Tregear is a noble one. The
Tregears originally came from a town
named after themselves in Normandy,
France. The full name of the family was
Rsymondo &c la Tregair, the word Tregair
at that time being spelt with an air instead
of an ear as il afterwards was. Even after
Queen Elizabeth's reign, the name was not
Tregair, but
RAYMOND DE LA TREGAIR,
as stated by several historians. When the
family first came from Normandy they set
tied in Cornwall on a tract of land which
they called Tregear, about five miles from
Tenro.
The great London emporium was per-
feet exhibition in itself. My father, sir,
was famous publisher. Sir Edwin Land
seer was great friend of my father and
frequent visitor TO his house. 1t was
noted rendezvous of all the great wits, art
lists and authors of London. Thackeray,
Tennyson, Mark Lennon, Hood, Thornton
Hunt, Edmund Yates, Brontaire O'Brien,
Ernest Jones, Carlyle and men of that lit
erary ilk.
NV father was a very clever carricatur-
ist himself, and l inherit his faculty for
drawing / have always been in the habit
of instantly sketching all the peculiar peo-
pie / meet. My father was rich and reared
US all in af1iuence. / have often seen him
come into my mothers room and fling
Thousand pound note into my mothers lap
exclaiming as he kissed her, that is for
you, / have just made it out of a sale of a
picture.
1 was born on the anniversary of the
Queens birthday, and named after her
royal Highness, Victoria.
| was one of thirteen children. / was
educated, as were my sisters, by private
masters. During certain invervals Of my
life l also attended certain celebrated
schools notably that of Miss Wilmhurt's at
I learned to dance, draw, paint. poetize and
play piano, organ and violin.
/ was educated in all the roman
tic arts. l was especially fond of
poetry Here" said she, drawing
out Of the manuscripts an old sheet OF yell
low paper, tanned by time, ''here is one of
my sonnets, if you want it, have many
more" The writer took it, read it hur-
riedly and then transcribed it as follows:
DREAM IN EPPING FOREST.
CHARITY.
o charity, sweet charity divine.
Greatest of all the gifts OF heaven; It's thine,
To pour thy healing balm on human life,
Ana calm this sea OF wild, tempestuous strife,
To bid the storm of gusty passion cease,
And whisper TO the troubled spirit-peace.
how prone, alas is man In erung pride,
His own sin in another to deride,
Doth it become. forsooth, the Christians name,
Harshly to censure, darkly to defame:
Alas, sweet charity. how great, how grand,
And yet how little needed thy command,
Carved BY thy truth in one immortal line
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
The woman who wrote that sonnet
would command, to say the least, the re-
spect of all true poets, had she never writ
ten another word. That sonnet will i'm
mortalize her.
s.My father and mother lived a most
happy life. II ever couple deserved the
Fitch of Bacon they did. He was an es-
teemed officer in old Bow Church. Alas
for the day when those celebrated chimes
rang out for his funeral The great bust
ness went to pieces after that. Changes
came. Consequent upon the unhappy dis
sipation of great estate, equandered by
persons, loving wife and
mother was consigned to the indignity of
want, and children who had never a wish
beyond a tneater box or a carriage, found |
themselves suddenly thrown out into the |
cold world to survive and struggle for
themselves. Then it was that l realized
The power of education. / was for time |
yoverness to the family Of the Duke of
Norfolk. and my sisters were governesses |
n the houses of Russian princes. At length |
married the man who you see asleep |
against that post. Kind soul! don't |
hink he has ever really walked up once |
;ince he first married me. But all honor to |
lim; he has tried to support me, at least in /
wey.
"Win you look at that manp' she ex-
claimed.
LOOKED AT THAT MAN.
He was hardly visible The dog had laid
lis neck on his boot The chickens had
,one to roost on his knees. The pigeons
lad settled on his shoulders. The cat lay
n his lap.
HE is SO fond of pets. you know" she
aid.
Reverting once more to the woman, some
What impatiently, be il confessed, in view
f the fact that before my very eyes ell