Do you think your wife is annoyed by the importunities of tradespeople, Algy? That would be enough to fret her and sour her temper. Isn't master coming? stammered the girl, staring at her mistress. There can be no doubt that the most popular novelist of my time 鈥?probably the most popular English novelist of any time 鈥?has been Charles Dickens. He has now been dead nearly six years, and the sale of his books goes on as it did during his life. The certainty with which his novels are found in every house 鈥?the familiarity of his name in all English-speaking countries 鈥?the popularity of such characters as Mrs. Gamp, Micawber, and Pecksniff, and many others whose names have entered into the English language and become well-known words 鈥?the grief of the country at his death, and the honours paid to him at his funeral 鈥?all testify to his popularity. Since the last book he wrote himself, I doubt whether any book has been so popular as his biography by John Forster. There is no withstanding such testimony as this. Such evidence of popular appreciation should go for very much, almost for everything, in criticism on the work of a novelist. The primary object of a novelist is to please; and this man鈥檚 novels have been found more pleasant than those of any other writer. It might of course be objected to this, that though the books have pleased they have been injurious, that their tendency has been immoral and their teaching vicious; but it is almost needless to say that no such charge has ever been made against Dickens. His teaching has ever been good. From all which, there arises to the critic a question whether, with such evidence against him as to the excellence of this writer, he should not subordinate his own opinion to the collected opinion of the world of readers. To me it almost seems that I must be wrong to place Dickens after Thackeray and George Eliot, knowing as I do that so great a majority put him above those authors. Listen to this: `Last night I was seized by a fit of despair Well, two since I've been here! 俺去俺来也www色官网,青青草a免费线看 talk plainly. worth--before he was discovered. Isn't master coming? stammered the girl, staring at her mistress. be miserable for the rest of my life. Weasel. Ah, so thinks some one else. Did your honour ever see young Dr. Daresby?