Preface

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_ What is exaggeration to one class of minds and perceptions,

is plain truth to another. That which is commonly called a long-sight,

perceives in a prospect innumerable features and bearings

non-existent to a short-sighted person. I sometimes ask myself

whether there may occasionally be a difference of this kind between

some writers and some readers; whether it is ALWAYS the writer

who colours highly, or whether it is now and then the reader

whose eye for colour is a little dull?

 

On this head of exaggeration I have a positive experience, more

curious than the speculation I have just set down. It is this:

I have never touched a character precisely from the life, but some

counterpart of that character has incredulously asked me: "Now

really, did I ever really, see one like it?"

 

All the Pecksniff family upon earth are quite agreed, I believe,

that Mr. Pecksniff is an exaggeration, and that no such character

ever existed. I will not offer any plea on his behalf to so

powerful and genteel a body, but will make a remark on the

character of Jonas Chuzzlewit.

 

I conceive that the sordid coarseness and brutality of Jonas

would be unnatural, if there had been nothing in his early

education, and in the precept and example always before him,

to engender and develop the vices that make him odious. But,

so born and so bred, admired for that which made him hateful,

and justified from his cradle in cunning, treachery, and avarice;

I claim him as the legitimate issue of the father upon whom those

vices are seen to recoil. And I submit that their recoil upon

that old man, in his unhonoured age, is not a mere piece of

poetical justice, but is the extreme exposition of a direct truth.

 

I make this comment, and solicit the reader's attention to it in

his or her consideration of this tale, because nothing is more

common in real life than a want of profitable reflection on the

causes of many vices and crimes that awaken the general horror.

What is substantially true of families in this respect, is true

of a whole commonwealth. As we sow, we reap. Let the reader go

into the children's side of any prison in England, or, I grieve

to add, of many workhouses, and judge whether those are monsters

who disgrace our streets, people our hulks and penitentiaries, and

overcrowd our penal colonies, or are creatures whom we have

deliberately suffered to be bred for misery and ruin.

 

The American portion of this story is in no other respect a

caricature than as it is an exhibition, for the most part (Mr.

Bevan expected), of a ludicrous side, ONLY, of the American

character--of that side which was, four-and-twenty years ago,

from its nature, the most obtrusive, and the most likely to be

seen by such travellers as Young Martin and Mark Tapley. As I

had never, in writing fiction, had any disposition to soften what

is ridiculous or wrong at home, so I then hoped that the

good-humored people of the United States would not be generally

disposed to quarrel with me for carrying the same usage abroad.

I am happy to believe that my confidence in that great nation was

not misplaced.

 

When this book was first published, I was given to understand, by

some authorities, that the Watertoast Association and eloquence

were beyond all bounds of belief. Therefore I record the fact

that all that portion of Martin Chuzzlewit's experiences is a

literal paraphrase of some reports of public proceedings in the

United States (especially of the proceedings of a certain Brandywine

Association), which were printed in the Times Newspaper in June

and July, 1843--at about the time when I was engaged in writing

those parts of the book; and which remain on the file of the Times

Newspaper, of course.

 

In all my writings, I hope I have taken every available opportunity

of showing the want of sanitary improvements in the neglected

dwellings of the poor. Mrs. Sarah Gamp was, four-and-twenty years

ago, a fair representation of the hired attendant on the poor in

sickness. The hospitals of London were, in many respects, noble

Institutions; in others, very defective. I think it not the least

among the instances of their mismanagement, that Mrs. Betsey Prig

was a fair specimen of a Hospital Nurse; and that the Hospitals,

with their means and funds, should have left it to private humanity

and enterprise, to enter on an attempt to improve that class of

persons--since, greatly improved through the agency of good women. _

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