As A
Reader He Certainly Was Great, And Every Evening, When The Evenings
Were Long, He Would Give A Two Hours' Reading To The Household.
Dickens Was Then The Most Popular Writer In The World, And He Usually
Read Dickens, To The Delight Of His Listeners.
Here he could display
his histrionic qualities to the full.
He impersonated every character
in the book, endowing him with voice, gestures, manner, and expression
that fitted him perfectly. It was more like a play than a reading.
"What should we do without Mr. Trigg?" our elders were accustomed to
say; but we little ones, remembering that it would not be the
beneficent countenance of Mr. Pickwick that would look on us in the
schoolroom on the following morning, only wished that Mr. Trigg was
far, far away.
Perhaps they made too much of him: at all events he fell into the
habit of going away every Saturday morning and not returning until the
following Monday. His week-end visit was always to some English or
Scotch neighbour, a sheep-farmer, ten or fifteen or twenty miles
distant, where the bottle or demi-john of white Brazilian rum was
always on the table. It was the British exile's only substitute for
his dear lost whisky in that far country. At home there was only tea
and coffee to drink. From these outings he would return on Monday
morning, quite sober and almost too dignified in manner, but with
inflamed eyes and (in the schoolroom) the temper of a devil.
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