Dickens and Travel: The Start of Modern Travel Writing
5/5
()
About this ebook
Lucinda Hawksley
LUCINDA HAWKSLEY: An M.A. in Literature and the Visual Arts 1840-1940 and has written or co-written twelve books. She lives in England and is the great-great-great granddaughter of Charles Dickens.
Related to Dickens and Travel
Related ebooks
A Tale of Two Cities Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Charles Dickens, A Very Peculiar History Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHard Times - Dickens Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDavid Copperfield Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCharles Dickens: His Life and Work Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDickens's London Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Charles Dickens: Part One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Oliver Twist Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGreat Expectations Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens (Illustrated) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAfter the Dance: Selected Stories of Iain Crichton Smith Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Literary London Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Charles Dickens: Four Novels Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTales from Dickens Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Tale of Two Cities: A Story of the French Revolution - With Appreciations and Criticisms By G. K. Chesterton Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCharles Dickens Best Novels Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEssence of Edinburgh: An Eccentric Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Old Curiosity Shop (Barnes & Noble Library of Essential Reading) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJohn Marchmont's Legacy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGreat Expectations - Dickens Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCharles Dickens Miscellany Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Tale of Two Cities (Barnes & Noble Classics Series) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Tale of Two Cities (Annotated) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOut and About London: "Your soul the shrine whereat I kneel and pray. Lady, the world grows old. Let us be young" Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Christmas Carol Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tabloid Secrets: The Stories Behind the Headlines at the World's Most Famous Newspaper Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOut and About London Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Cloister and the Hearth - A Tale of the Middle Ages Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5George Silverman’s Explanation Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSketches by Boz by Charles Dickens (Illustrated) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Essays & Travelogues For You
A Cook's Tour: In Search of the Perfect Meal Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lost Continent: Travels in Small Town America Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Innocents Abroad Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Oregon Trail: A New American Journey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Going into Town: A Love Letter to New York Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Forest Walking: Discovering the Trees and Woodlands of North America Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Neither here nor there: Travels in Europe Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best American Travel Writing 2018 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Notes from a Small Island Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A Philosophy of Walking Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Miami Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One Man's Wilderness, 50th Anniversary Edition: An Alaskan Odyssey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Socrates Express: In Search of Life Lessons from Dead Philosophers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Green Hills of Africa: The Hemingway Library Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Around the World in Seventy-Two Days Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Songlines Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best American Travel Writing 2016 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Never a City So Real: A Walk in Chicago Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lonely Planet How to Be A Travel Writer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Great Plains Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rebel with a Clause: Tales and Tips from a Roving Grammarian Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Life on the Mississippi: An Epic American Adventure Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Vagabonding on a Budget: The New Art of World Travel and True Freedom: Live on Your Own Terms Without Being Rich Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Nasty Bits: Collected Varietal Cuts, Usable Trim, Scraps, and Bones Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sandor Katz’s Fermentation Journeys: Recipes, Techniques, and Traditions from around the World Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucia – Special Anniversary Edition (with new chapter 25 years on) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for Dickens and Travel
2 ratings1 review
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Travel writer and great-great-great-granddaughter of Charles Dickens, Lucinda Hawksley has written about her illustrious ancestor, including Dickens and Christmas. Her newest book explores Dickens as a travel writer. “Almost everywhere I have travelled,” she shares, “I have discovered a connection with my great-great-great grandfather.”It’s been perhaps forty years since I read a biography on Dicken, and I had no recollection of his extensive travels across Europe. I was aware of his visits to America. I will admit, I have not read ALL of Dickens’ books, although a complete set has been on my shelf for almost fifty years. I was surprised to learn how many of his books reflect his experience abroad.When depression hit him, his wanderlust inspired him to go abroad, not only on tours but to take up residence for a lengthy time in Italy and Paris. Hawksley draws from Dickens’ letters, articles, and books to provide quotes about his experiences. I loved reading them, enjoying Dickens’ humor and vivid descriptions.Dickens traveling began in England when he was a journalist seeking to cover stories, “adrenaline-fueled travels,” Hawskely calls them. “Belated on miry by-roads, towards the small hours, forty or fifty miles from Long, in a wheelless carriage, with exhausted horses and drunken postboys,” Dickens wrote, arriving in time to turn in his story to the printers. The roads were muddy and rough, the countryside held robbers. His experiences informs The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.What a prodigious walker Dickens was! Day-long walks in all kinds of weather. Consider Dickens’ description of one day in Scotland: “To-day we have had a journey of between 50 and 60 miles, though the bleakest and most desolate part of Scotland, where the hill-tops are still covered with great patches of snow, and the road winds over steep mountain-passes, and on the brink of deep brooks and precipices.” Another day it took four hours to walk sixteen miles in a gale, his wife Catherine’s timely removal from the carriage coming before it was caught up in a flood.Everywhere he went, Dickens toured the prisons and noted the conditions of the poorest neighborhoods. He was particularly appalled by slavery. Southerners persisted in asking him his feelings about their ‘domestic institution,’ and he told them what he thought. He didn’t finish his American tour, turning back North.“Party feeling runs high,” he wrote about 1842 America, “the great constitutional feature of this institution being, that directly the acrimony of the last election is over, the acrimony of the next one begins…” (Some things never change!)One American custom that disgusted him was spitting. He describes floors slick with it, “the stone floor looks as if it were paved with open oysters.”Dickens met many American writers, including a young Edgar Allan Poe, who was inspired by Dicken’s pet raven Grip when he wrote his famous poem The Raven. Grip ended up in the Philadelphia Free Library! In Washington D. C. he dined with John Quincy Adams, noting that “Adams is a fine old fellow-seventy-six years old, but with most surprising vigor, memory, readiness, and pluck.” He felt sympathy for the Native Americans, reduced to assimilation for survival, and he was appalled by the destruction of the country’s primal forests.Dickens wrote, “Canada has held, and always will retain, a foremost place in my remembrance.”Lengthy quotations from Dickens on Italy describes its beauty and the discomfort: “…but in the day you must keep the lattice-blinds close shut, or the sun would drive you mad; and when the sun goes down you must shut up all the windows or the mosquitoes would tempt you to commit suicide.” He also noted “the fleas, whose size is prodigious, and whose name is Legion, and who populate the coach-house to the extent that I daily expect to see the carriage going off bodily, drawn by myriads of industrious fleas in harness.”He especially loved Paris, France, “the most extraordinary place in the world.” He met Victor Hugo, Alexander Dumas, and George Sand. He reveled in his fame, while Catherine became more unhappy. They had been happy for many years, but after many children, and becoming stout, she was losing him. Dickens fell in love with actress Ellen Ternan, who was his daughter’s age. Catherine moved out, and Dickens set Ellen up in an apartment with her mother.He made a second trip to America to raise money, but his health was poor during this time, with a cough and a swollen foot, unable to sleep or eat, dependent on laudanum. His hoped for trip to Australia and New Zealand never happened; Dickens died at age 58.I so enjoyed this book and I have to wonder why I never read his travel books. It is something to look forward to.I received a free egalley from Pen & Sword History through NetGalley. My review is fair and unbiased.
Book preview
Dickens and Travel - Lucinda Hawksley
Introduction
Even though Charles Dickens is usually described as a ‘London author’, he had a love-hate relationship with the city. London was not the place of his birth, nor the place of his death, and, although he lived in London for many years, he often sought to escape both it and the British Isles. In his childhood, he travelled in his imagination, falling in love with the Arabian Nights and Tales of the Genii – a fascination which inspired him to compose his first play, at the age of nine: Misnar, the Sultan of India (the play does not survive). As an adult he took joy in heading off, often for months at a time, to experience life in different countries.
Dickens was prone to depression and, when he was feeling at his lowest, the British climate would make him feel even lower. The nineteenth century was a time of extraordinarily rapid change, as the Industrial Revolution transformed suburbs into cities and countryside into suburbs; a time when Britain’s cities were covered with a stultifying, often fatal, smog. Factories belched smoke and chemicals into the atmosphere and every household, that could afford to, used coal or wood fires for heating and cooking. This smog hung above London and other industrial cities constantly. Even on the hottest, and what should have been the brightest, of summer days, Britain’s cities would be covered by a thick grey cloud of man-made smog, through which the sun could seldom penetrate. In Our Mutual Friend, Dickens described London with the harsh words, ‘Such a black shrill city … such a gritty city; such a hopeless city, with no rent in the leaden canopy of its sky; such a beleaguered city.’ It was at times like these, when the greyness made Dickens depressed, that he sought to leave Britain and find adventure.
It is not surprising that London could evoke bad memories for Dickens. It was after they had moved to the city, that the 12-year-old Charles had been condemned to work long hours in a factory, while his father, mother and younger siblings were incarcerated in a debtors’ prison. Yet there was something about London that would always draw the adult Dickens back, from all over the world. In his lifetime, London was the world’s largest city and when he was away from it, Dickens often missed the excitement and thrill of the place he so often sought to escape. No matter how picturesque or exotic his surroundings, when seeking inspiration for his writing, he often hankered after the bustle, throng and rich characters of the capital – even whilst finding it frustrating to live there.
He described London to his friend John Forster as a ‘magic lantern’, a description redolent with mystery and adventure. In 1844, he wrote to Forster from Genoa that he had never ‘staggered’ with his writing so much, as he did when working on The Chimes, his second Christmas book. This he attributed to having moved away from London to live in Italy: ‘I seem as if I had plucked myself out of my proper soil … and could take root no more until I return to it.’
In 1863, in an article for his series The Uncommercial Traveller, Dickens wrote:
The shabbiness of our English capital, as compared with Paris, Bordeaux, Frankfort [sic], Milan, Geneva – almost any important town on the continent of Europe – I find very striking after an absence of any duration in foreign parts. London is shabby in contrast with Edinburgh, with Aberdeen, with Exeter, with Liverpool, with a bright little town like Bury St. Edmunds. London is shabby in contrast with New York, with Boston, with Philadelphia. In detail, one would say it can rarely fail to be a disappointing piece of shabbiness, to a stranger from any of those places. There is nothing shabbier than Drury-lane, in Rome itself. The meanness of Regent-street, set against the great line of Boulevards in Paris, is as striking as the abortive ugliness of Trafalgar-square, set against the gallant beauty of the Place de la Concorde. London is shabby by daylight, and shabbier by gaslight. No Englishman knows what gaslight is, until he sees the Rue de Rivoli and the Palais Royal after dark.¹
Many of the travels which Dickens undertook can be viewed in the light of a Grand Tour: the journey wealthy and privileged young men of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries took as the final stage of their education. This was something the Dickens family could never have afforded, but to which the author had long aspired. When he became financially secure through his writing, Dickens took himself and his family on his own versions of mini Grand Tours.
Dickens travelled to alleviate his depression, his boredom and his exhaustion, yet he would return home when he needed to be inspired. The travelling Dickens and the domestic Dickens often rivalled one another, and almost as soon as he arrived home, even when he had been longing to do so, the author would grow bored and start planning his next adventure.
Surprisingly, Dickens is little known today as a travel writer, yet his journeys spawned two travelogues, several chapters in his novels and multiple travel articles. His desire to see the world never abated and, at the end of his life, he was trying to decide whether to take up the offer of a tour of Australia. It was a plan which never came to fruition, as Dickens died very unexpectedly at the age of just 58.
Exhausted Horses and Drunken Post-boys
‘There never was anybody connected with newspapers who, in the same space of time, had so much express and post-chaise experience as I….’
from The Life of Charles Dickens
by John Forster
In around 1830 or 1831, Charles Dickens began working as a freelance journalist – although his overriding ambition was to be on the stage. He didn’t dream of becoming a novelist; what he really wanted was to be another Shakespeare, writing plays and performing in them. This desire had been thwarted early, when he was forced to leave school at the age of 11 because his parents could not afford the fees. This dream had another, even more serious, kick when, just after his twelfth birthday, he was found a job, at Warren’s Blacking Factory on the Strand, in a desperate bid to save the family’s finances. His time as a child labourer endured through the miserable months when his father, John Dickens, was arrested and imprisoned for debt, followed by his mother and younger siblings having to move into John’s cell at the Marshalsea Debtors’ Prison in South London, because they couldn’t afford to pay rent.
When John Dickens’s mother died, and left both her sons a small legacy, John was able to pay his debts, leave prison and go back to work. This meant the young Charles Dickens went back to school for a couple of years, until his father got into debt yet again. At the age of 15, Charles had to leave school and find work. This first adult job was as a clerk in a solicitor’s office. The adolescent Dickens became bored very quickly, and he soon moved on to another solicitors’ office, which he found equally unsatisfying. He was determined to continue the education he had missed through his interrupted schooling and yearned to ‘better’ himself and be something – and someone – unusual. As soon as he was old enough to do so, he joined the British Museum Library, where he spent much of his rare spare time in the round Reading Room, inside the British Museum. Desperate to move away from his life as a solicitor’s clerk, Charles decided to teach himself a very employable new skill: shorthand. His mother’s brother, Thomas Barrow, had founded a radical newspaper, The Mirror of Parliament and Charles’s father, who had been pensioned off from his clerking job with the Navy, had recently started working for his brother-inlaw as a freelance journalist. The young Charles Dickens soon began his literary career at The Mirror of Parliament.
Charles worked diligently with his fellow journalists, taking notes at law courts and parliamentary sessions and proving his worth, both as a writer and an observer. He became renowned for the accuracy of his reporting and for his remarkable energy. It was during this early stage in his career that his desire to see more of the world first began to be fed. He travelled around the country, chasing stories or performing errands for his uncle or his father. In the very first biography of Dickens, his friend John Forster recalled the author writing to him in 1845 – by which time he was famous – and reminiscing about these early work journeys:
I have had to charge for half a dozen break-downs in half a dozen times as many miles. I have had to charge for the damage of a great-coat from the drippings of a blazing wax candle, in writing through the smallest hours of the night in a swift-flying carriage-and-pair. I have had to charge for all sorts of breakages fifty times in a journey… . I have charged for broken hats, broken luggage, broken chaises, broken harness – everything but a broken head, which is the only thing they would have grumbled to pay for.²
The excitement of these journeys comes across in Forster’s biography: the quickening pulse of a young man setting his career in motion and being determined to rise as high as he could. These adrenaline-fuelled travels are full of excitement and interest, and are markedly different from the earliest stagecoach journey about which Dickens wrote: that of his solitary journey to London, as a boy, when his schooling had come to an abrupt end. This sad journey later inspired the chapter in David Copperfield (1850) in which young David travels to London by himself, and in which Dickens includes wry observations about fellow travellers:
… being put between two gentlemen (the rough-faced one and another) to prevent my tumbling off the coach, I was nearly smothered by their falling asleep, and completely blocking me up. They squeezed me so hard sometimes, that I could not help crying out, ‘Oh! If you please!’ – which they didn’t like at all, because it woke them. Opposite me was an elderly lady in a great fur cloak, who looked in the dark more like a haystack than a lady, she was wrapped up to such a degree. This lady had a basket with her, and she hadn’t known what to do with it, for a long time, until she found that on account of my legs being short, it could go underneath me. It cramped and hurt me so, that it made me perfectly miserable; but if I moved in the least, and made a glass that was in the basket rattle against something else (as it was sure to do), she gave me the cruellest poke with her foot, and said, ‘Come, don’t YOU fidget. YOUR bones are young enough, I’m sure!’
… As the sun got higher, their sleep became lighter, and so they gradually one by one awoke. I recollect being very much surprised by the feint everybody made, then, of not having been to sleep at all, and by the uncommon indignation with which everyone repelled the charge. I labour under the same kind of astonishment to this day, having invariably observed that of all human weaknesses, the one to which our common nature is the least disposed to confess (I cannot imagine why) is the weakness of having gone to sleep in a coach.
A decade later, Dickens returned to this early travelling memory in a series of essays known as The Uncommercial Traveller. These were written throughout the 1860s and published in his magazine, All The Year Round. In one of the essays, the traveller reminisces about his childhood:
I call my boyhood’s home … Dullborough. Most of us come from Dullborough who come from a country town. As I left Dullborough in the days when there were no railroads in the land, I left it in a stage-coach. Through all the years that have since passed, have I ever lost the smell of the damp straw in which I was packed – like game – and forwarded, carriage paid, to the Cross Keys, Wood-street, Cheapside, London?
The forlorn little travelling boy, who was remembered with pity by the ageing Dickens, was a world away from the energetic young man in his twenties, haring around the country on speeding stagecoaches and about to propel himself to the front of the literary world.
In 1865, the year in which Dickens turned 53, he recalled these early years of journalistic travels. In a speech to the Newspaper Press Fund he said:
Returning home from exciting political meetings in the country to the waiting press in London, I do verily believe I have been upset in almost every description of vehicle known in this country. I have been, in my time, belated on miry by-roads, towards the small hours, forty or fifty miles from London, in a wheelless carriage, with exhausted horses and drunken post-boys, and have got back in time for publication.
Dickens stated in his speech that the speed at which horse-drawn carriages travelled in the 1830s was around fifteen miles an hour. This makes his trips from London to such far-flung places as Exeter and Bath all the more remarkable, because he and his colleagues had to be back in London on time to file their copy with the printers.
As a writer with the soul of a traveller, Dickens focused on the journey itself, not just the destination. When writing A Tale of Two Cities, a novel set in the eighteenth century, he researched what it would have been like to travel by mail coach, always fearing the attack of a highwayman. He evokes the journey at the start of the novel, drawing his reader into a world of nervous travellers, journeying from England to France by the mail coach, a coach so unsuited for passengers that at steep hills they had to get out and walk:
He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the mail, as the rest of the passengers did; not because they had the least relish for walking exercise, under the circumstances, but because the hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were all so heavy, that the horses had three times already come to a stop, besides once drawing the coach across the road, with the mutinous intent of taking it back to Blackheath… . In those days, travellers were very shy of being confidential on a short notice, for anybody on the road might be a robber or in league with robbers… . So the guard of the Dover mail thought to himself … as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass… . When the mail got successfully to Dover, in the course of the forenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his custom was. He did it with some flourish of ceremony, for a mail journey from London in winter was an achievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon.
Dickens never forgot the exhilaration of these journalistic journeys, of urging the driver to go at ever greater speeds, of willing the horses to go faster, and of being jolted all through the night inside a carriage, often bound for somewhere previously unknown. Despite the lack of comfort, which he wrote about with mock horror, for years to come he yearned to recapture that intensity of his youth and he never stopped longing to experience the excitement of discovering new places.
These 1830s coach journeys also aided Dickens when it came to the naming of one of his most famous characters. Travel between London and Bath, when Dickens was a young journalist, was made possible by a fleet of stagecoaches, owned by Eleazer Pickwick and his nephew Moses Pickwick. Emblazoned across the sides of the coaches was the name ‘Pickwick’. Dickens knew the coaches and their timetables intimately. Eventually the name Pickwick would grow in the young writer’s mind to have a very distinctive human character.
Dickens’s first published work of fiction was a short story, published anonymously in the Monthly Magazine in December 1833. ‘A Dinner at Poplar Walk’ (later changed to ‘Mr Minns and his Cousin’) was the first of a series of stories. His subsequent stories were published under the pseudonym of ‘Boz’, the family nickname of his youngest brother, Augustus. Boz’s stories were a huge success, mostly because the writing style was so fresh and funny. They were about everyday events and ordinary people, which meant that readers found it easy to relate to them. They could understand the characters, and they could empathise with the often ridiculous, but very human, situations that ‘Boz’ captured so well. These short stories were later collated into the book Sketches by Boz.
Some years later, a fellow journalist, Charles Mackay, was interviewed about his recollections of Dickens:
I was then in my twenty-second year, and Mr. Dickens was two years my senior. We were both of us comparatively unknown in literature, but Dickens had acquired some reputation as the author of some lively sketches which he contributed to the Evening Chronicle … under the celebrated signature of ‘Boz’. He was one of the twelve parliamentary reporters of the Chronicle, and had the reputation of being the most rapid, the most accurate, and the most trustworthy reporter then engaged on the London press… . He earned a salary of five guineas a week in that capacity, supplemented by an extra salary of two guineas a week for his brilliant sketches of London life and manners… . My remembrance of Charles Dickens at that time is of a fresh, handsome, genial young man, with a profusion of brown hair, a bright eye, and a hearty manner – rather inclined to what was once called ‘dandyism’ in his attire, and to a rather exuberant display of jewellery on his vest and on his fingers…³
Using a pen name turned out to be an excellent marketing idea. All around the country, readers speculated about the identity of the mysterious Boz. This led to Dickens being approached by the publishing company Chapman and Hall. They wanted him to write about a group called the Nimrod Club. It was Dickens who decided to change the group’s name to the Pickwick Club. The club was led by the character he had dreamt up, a Mr Samuel Pickwick. Dickens could envisage his character in his mind, but the project’s chosen illustrator, Robert Seymour, had already made a number of drawings for the leader of the club. Seymour had also envisaged the character in his imagination and his drawings depicted a tall, lean fellow. After much discussion and argument, Dickens got his way, and Seymour was prevailed upon to make Mr Pickwick a short, fat gentleman, who wore a straining waistcoat and distinctive round glasses.
Within weeks of the first instalment appearing in print, in March 1836, the whole country was talking about Mr Pickwick and his friends. Because the name of Pickwick coaches would have been known to every Victorian traveller in the south of England, Dickens paid a tongue-in-cheek homage to the stagecoach proprietor who had enabled so many of his early travels. When Mr Pickwick’s servant, Sam Weller, first sees a Pickwick coach he is struck by the impertinence of his master’s name being emblazoned across the coach door:
‘Here’s rayther a rum go, sir,’ replied Sam.
‘What?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick.
‘This here, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘I’m wery much afeerd, sir, that the properiator o’ this here coach is a playin’ some imperence vith us.’
‘How is that, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘aren’t the names down on the way-bill?’
‘The names is not only down on the vay-bill, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘but they’ve painted vun on ’em up, on the door o’ the coach.’ As Sam spoke, he pointed to that part of the coach door on which the proprietor’s name usually appears; and there, sure enough, in gilt letters of a goodly size, was the magic name of Pickwick!
‘Dear me,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, quite staggered by the coincidence; ‘what a very extraordinary thing!’
Within The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (to give the book its full title), Dickens gave a cleverly observed view of what travelling was like, for men of financial means, at that time. He wrote about the coaching inns, the journeys and the fellow travellers encountered by the Pickwickians. The book gives a fascinating glimpse of what it would have been like to be a passenger on the road in England in the first decades of the nineteenth century. Perhaps when Dickens described Mr Jingle as ‘a traveller in many countries and a close observer of men and things’, he was describing what he would like to be.
In 1891, Percy Fitzgerald, who had been a friend of Dickens and a contributor to his magazine Household Words, published a book entitled The History of Pickwick. Over two decades after Dickens’s death, Fitzgerald paid tribute to his evocation of this period of British travel:
One of the most attractive sides of ‘Pickwick’ is the complete picture it offers of an old English state of manners which has now disappeared or faded out. These characters and incidents belong to the state of society that then existed – nay, are its product. Thus the slow and deliberate mode of travelling by coach, the putting up at inns, enforced a sort of fellowship and contact, and led to ready acquaintanceship and to a display of peculiarities. The same conditions of travel, too, promoted a species of adventure, often not without its farce.
John Forster, who first met Dickens when they were both in their twenties, recalled the way in which Charles and his wife Catherine travelled in the early years of their marriage. They had their own carriage: ‘a small chaise with a smaller pair of ponies, which, having a habit of making sudden rushes up by-streets in the day and peremptory standstills in ditches by night, were changed in the following year for a more suitable equipage.’ A chaise was a small horse-drawn carriage, described as being for ‘pleasure’, and used mostly for short journeys – it was the fashionable man’s choice of vehicle, perhaps akin to the sports car of today. For Charles, it was another step further away from what he considered the shame of his impoverished childhood.
By the time Percy Fitzgerald’s book was published British travel had changed almost beyond recognition. It evolved rapidly during Dickens’s lifetime, with the advent of the railways and inventions using steam power, yet after his death the changes became even more remarkable. In 1892, a year after Fitzgerald’s book was published, Frederick Bremer began working on the very first British automobile (which he built in Walthamstow, East London). This early motor car made its first appearance on a public highway in December 1894. The modes of transport used by Samuel Pickwick and his friends had become ancient history within a few decades.
To Yorkshire with Phiz
‘We have had for breakfast, toast, cakes, a Yorkshire pie, piece of beef about the size and much the shape of my portmanteau, tea, coffee, ham and eggs – and are now going to look about us.’
Letter from Charles Dickens to his wife Catherine, 1838
On the morning of 30 January 1838, ‘Boz’ met his illustrator ‘Phiz’ (aka Hablot Knight Browne) outside the Saracen’s Head, an old coaching inn at Snow Hill, in the heart of London. Snow Hill was an aptly named starting point, as the morning was bitterly cold. References to the inn, which was destroyed in 1868 to make way for the new Holborn Viaduct, can be found as far back as the 1500s. Over the centuries, generations of travellers left London from the Saracen’s Head, in a variety of travelling contraptions. Dickens and Phiz were beginning not only a journey, but an investigation: an undercover trip to England’s largest county, to discover the fate of unwanted children sent to ‘Yorkshire schools’.
Dickens was posing as the concerned friend of a widow with children, seeking to find a school for her fatherless sons. In reality, he was researching a story that had haunted him since his early days of court reporting, and was intending to use it in latest novel The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby. He had, by now, become very well known, and realised his social campaigning could be more effective through fiction than journalism.
In his novel, Nicholas, newly impoverished following the death of his father, needs to find a job. He also begins his journey to Yorkshire from the Saracen’s Head. In the descriptions in the novel, Dickens gives a wonderful insight into the practicalities of travelling. He writes of Nicholas stepping outside the house in which he has been staying, onto a London street, and seeking ‘a man to carry his box’ (his travelling trunk). Nicholas, followed by the man with his luggage, walks to the Saracen’s Head, pays the man and sees his trunk ‘safely deposited in the coach-office’ before finding the ‘coffee-room’.
Nicholas is going to Yorkshire to start a new job, as an assistant schoolmaster. He is travelling with the school’s headmaster, Wackford Squeers, and five unfortunate new pupils:
…the coachman and guard were comparing notes for the last time before starting … porters were screwing out the last reluctant sixpences, itinerant newsmen making the last offer of a morning paper, and the horses giving the last impatient rattle to their harness… . A minute’s bustle, a banging of the coach doors, a swaying of the vehicle to one side, as the heavy coachman, and still heavier guard, climbed into their seats; a cry of all right, a few notes from the horn … and the coach was gone too, and rattling over the stones of Smithfield.
The little boys’ legs being too short to admit of their feet resting upon anything as they sat, and the little boys’ bodies being consequently in imminent hazard of being jerked off the coach, Nicholas had enough to do over the stones to hold them on. Between the manual exertion and the mental anxiety attendant upon this task, he was not a little relieved when the coach stopped at the Peacock at Islington.
Perhaps Dickens was recalling his and Phiz’s own journey when he described the coach’s snuff-taking guard, ‘a stout old Yorkshireman’, and how cold it was on the coach: ‘The weather was intensely and bitterly cold; a great deal of snow fell from time to time; and the wind was intolerably keen.’
Yorkshire Schools were a scandal of cruelty, and Dickens wanted everyone to know about them. In his preface to Nicholas Nickleby, Dickens recalled how he had met a pupil of one of the schools during his early childhood in Kent:
I cannot call to mind, now, how I came to hear about Yorkshire schools when I was a not very robust child … but I know that my first impressions of them were picked up at that time, and that they were somehow or other connected with a suppurated abscess that some boy had come home with, in consequence of his Yorkshire guide, philosopher, and friend, having ripped it open with an inky pen-knife. The impression made upon me, however made, never left me. I was always curious about Yorkshire schools – fell, long afterwards and at sundry times, into the way of hearing more about them – at last, having an audience, resolved to write about them.
At around the same time that the young Charles Dickens met that injured schoolboy, William Shaw, the headmaster of Bowes Academy in Yorkshire, was on trial for alleged abuse of children in his care. In 1823, Shaw had placed the following advertisement in the newspapers:
EDUCATION, by Mr. SHAW, and able ASSISTANTS, at BOWES ACADEMY, near Greta-bridge, Yorkshire. Youth are carefully instructed in the English, Latin, and Greek languages, writing, common and decimal arithmetic, bookkeeping, mensuration, &c., and are provided with board, clothes, and every necessary, at 20 guineas per annum each. No extra charges whatever. No vacations. N.B. The French language 2