Produced by David Widger CHARLES LEVER His Life in His Letters By Edmund Downey With Portraits In Two Volumes, Vol. II. William Blackwood And Sons Edinburgh And London MCMVI XIV. FLORENCE AND SPEZZIA 1864 _To Mr John Blackwood._ “Casa Capponi, Florence, _Jan_. 2,1863 [? 1864]. “I am not sure--so much has your criticism on ‘Tony’ weighed with me, and so far have I welded his fortunes by your counsel--that you’ll not have to own it one of these days as your own, and write ‘T. B. by J. B.’ in the title. In sober English, I am greatly obliged for all the interest you take in the story,--an interest which I insist on believing includes me fully as much as the Magazine. For this reason it is that I now send you another instalment, so that if change or suppression be needed, there will be ample time for either. “Whenever Lytton says anything of the story let me have it. Though his counsels are often above me, they are always valuable. You will have received O’D. before this, and if you like it, I suppose the proof will be on the way to me. As to the present envoy of ‘Tony,’ if you think that an additional chapter would be of advantage to the part for March, take chapters xxv. and xxvi. too if you wish, for I now feel getting up to my work again, though the ague still keeps its hold on me and makes my alternate days very shaky ones. “I am sorry to say that, grim as I look in marble, I am more stern and more worn in the flesh. I thought a few days ago that it was nearly up, and I wrote my epitaph-- “For fifty odd years I lived in the thick of it, And now I lie here heartily sick of it. “Poor Thackeray! I cannot say how I was shocked at his death. He wrote his ‘Irish Sketch-Book,’ which he dedicated to me, in my old house at Templeogue, and it is with a heavy heart I think of all our long evenings together,--mingling our plans for the future with many a jest and many a story. “He was fortunate, however, to go down in the full blaze of his genius--as so few do. The fate of most is to go on pouring water on the lees, that people at last come to suspect they never got honest liquor from the tap at all. “I got a strange proposal t’other day from America, from The New York Institute, to go out and give lectures or readings there. As regards money it was flattering enough, but putting aside all questions as to my ability to do what I have never tried, there is in America an Irish element that would certainly assail me, and so I said ‘No.’ The _possibility_ of doing the thing somewhere has now occurred to me. Would they listen to me in Edinburgh, think you? I own to you frankly I don’t like the thought,--it is not in any way congenial to ma _Ma che voleté?_ I’d do it, as I wear a shabby coat and drink a small claret, though I’d like broadcloth and Bordeaux as well as my neighbours. Give me your opinion on this. I have not spoken of it to any others. “My very best wishes for you and all yours in the year to come.”