Speeches: Literary and Social by Charles Dickens

have found me towards them in my books, I am throughout my life.

Gentlemen, whenever I have tried to hold up to admiration their

fortitude, patience, gentleness, the reasonableness of their

nature, so accessible to persuasion, and their extraordinary

goodness one towards another, I have done so because I have first

genuinely felt that admiration myself, and have been thoroughly

imbued with the sentiment which I sought to communicate to others.

Gentlemen, I accept this salver and this ring as far above all

price to me, as very valuable in themselves, and as beautiful

specimens of the workmanship of this town, with great emotion, I

assure you, and with the liveliest gratitude. You remember

something, I daresay, of the old romantic stories of those charmed

rings which would lose their brilliance when their wearer was in

danger, or would press his finger reproachfully when he was going

to do wrong. In the very improbable event of my being in the least

danger of deserting the principles which have won me these tokens,

I am sure the diamond in that ring would assume a clouded aspect to

my faithless eye, and would, I know, squeeze a throb of pain out of

my treacherous heart. But I have not the least misgiving on that

point; and, in this confident expectation, I shall remove my own

old diamond ring from my left hand, and in future wear the

Birmingham ring on my right, where its grasp will keep me in mind

of the good friends I have here, and in vivid remembrance of this

happy hour.

Gentlemen, in conclusion, allow me to thank you and the Society to

whom these rooms belong, that the presentation has taken place in

an atmosphere so congenial to me, and in an apartment decorated

with so many beautiful works of art, among which I recognize before

me the productions of friends of mine, whose labours and triumphs

will never be subjects of indifference to me. I thank those

gentlemen for giving me the opportunity of meeting them here on an

occasion which has some connexion with their own proceedings; and,

though last not least, I tender my acknowledgments to that charming

presence, without which nothing beautiful can be complete, and

which is endearingly associated with rings of a plainer

description, and which, I must confess, awakens in my mind at the

present moment a feeling of regret that I am not in a condition to

make an offer of these testimonials. I beg you, gentlemen, to

commend me very earnestly and gratefully to our absent friends, and

to assure them of my affectionate and heartfelt respect.

The company then adjourned to Dee’s Hotel, where a banquet took

place, at which about 220 persons were present, among whom were

some of the most distinguished of the Royal Academicians. To the

toast of “The Literature of England,” Mr. Dickens responded as

follows:-

Mr. Mayor and Gentlemen, I am happy, on behalf of many labourers in

that great field of literature to which you have pledged the toast,

to thank you for the tribute you have paid to it. Such an honour,

rendered by acclamation in such a place as this, seems to me, if I

may follow on the same side as the venerable Archdeacon (Sandford)

who lately addressed you, and who has inspired me with a

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gratification I can never forget – such an honour, gentlemen,

rendered here, seems to me a two-sided illustration of the position

that literature holds in these latter and, of course, “degenerate”

days. To the great compact phalanx of the people, by whose

industry, perseverance, and intelligence, and their result in

money-wealth, such places as Birmingham, and many others like it,

have arisen – to that great centre of support, that comprehensive

experience, and that beating heart, literature has turned happily

from individual patrons – sometimes munificent, often sordid,

always few – and has there found at once its highest purpose, its

natural range of action, and its best reward. Therefore it is

right also, as it seems to me, not only that literature should

receive honour here, but that it should render honour, too,

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