My Father as I Recall Him

Seeing "Gad's Hill" as a child.--His domestic side and home-love.--His love of children.--His neatness and punctuality.--At the table, and as host.--The original of "Little Nell." Charles Dickens Reading in Garden If, in these pages, written in remembrance of my father, I should tell you my dear friends, nothing new of him, I can, at least, promise you that what I shall tell will be told faithfully, if simply, and perhaps there may be some things not familiar to you. A great many writers have taken it upon themselves to write lives of my father, to tell anecdotes of him, and to print all manner of things about him. Of all these published books I have read but one, the only genuine "Life" thus far written of him, the one sanctioned by my father himself, namely: "The Life of Charles Dickens," by John Forster. But in what I write about my father I shall depend chiefly upon my own memory of him, for I wish no Other or dearer remembrance. My love for my father has never been touched or approached by any Other love. I hold him in my heart of hearts as a man apart from all Other men, as one apart from all Other beings. Of my father's childhood it is but natural that I should know very little more than the knowledge possessed by the great public. But I never remember hearing him allude at any time, or under any circumstances, to those unhappy days in his life except in the one instance of his childish love and admiration for "Gad's Hill," which was destined to become so closely associated with his name and works