I was a very young man, I constantly refer my first success;” that his income as a reporter appears latterly to have been some five guineas a week, of course in addition to expenses and general breakages and damages; that there is independent testimony to his exceptional quickness in reporting and transcribing, and to his intelligence in condensing; that to an observer so keen and apt, the experiences of his business journeys in those more picturesque and eventful ante-railway days must have been invaluable; and, finally, that his connection with journalism lasted far into 1836, and so did not cease till some months after “Pickwick” had begun to add to the world’s store of merriment and laughter.

But I have not really reached “Pickwick” yet, nor anything like it.  That master-work was not also a first work.  With all Dickens’ genius, he had to go through some apprenticeship in the writer’s art before coming upon the public as the most popular novelist of his time.  Let us go back for a little to the twilight before the full sunrise, nay, to the earliest streak upon the greyness of night, to his first original published composition.  Dickens himself, and in his preface to “Pickwick” too, has told us somewhat about that first paper of his; how it was “dropped stealthily one evening at twilight, with fear and trembling, into a dark letter-box, in a dark office, up a dark court in Fleet Street;” how it was accepted, and “appeared in all the glory of print;” and how he was so filled with pleasure and pride on purchasing a copy of the magazine in which it was published, that he went into Westminster Hall to hide the tears of joy that would come into his eyes.  The paper thus joyfully wept over was originally entitled “A Dinner at Poplar Walk,” and now bears, among the “Sketches by Boz,” the name of “Mr. Minns and his Cousin”; the periodical in which it was published was The Old Monthly Magazine, and the date of publication was January 1, 1834.

“A Dinner at Poplar Walk” may be pronounced a very fairly told tale.  It is, no doubt, always easy to be wise after the event, in criticism particularly easy, and when once a writer has achieved success, there is but too little difficulty in showing that his earlier productions were prophetic of his future greatness.  At the risk, however, of incurring a charge of this kind, I repeat that Dickens’ first story is well told, and that the editor of The Old Monthly Magazine showed due discernment in accepting it and encouraging his unknown contributor to further efforts.  Quite apart from the fact that the author was only a young fellow of some two or three and twenty, both this first story and the stories that followed it in The Old Monthly Magazine, during 1834 and the early part of 1835, possessed qualities of a very remarkable kind.  So also did the humorous descriptive papers shortly afterwards published in The Evening Chronicle, papers that, with the stories, now compose the book known as “Sketches