In Honor of Dickens
Today is Charles Dickens’ birthday. In remembrance, I present to you this humorousletter from Dickens to the man who cleaned his clock, literally.
My dear Sir,
Since my hall clock was sent to your establishment to be cleaned it has gone (as indeed it always has) perfectly well, but has struck the hours with great reluctance, and after enduring internal agonies of a most distressing nature, it has now ceased striking altogether. Though a happy release for the clock, this is not convenient to the household. If you can send down any confidential person with whom the clock can confer, I think it may have something on its works it would be glad to make a clean breast of.
Faithfully yours,
(Signed)
