number of streams that flow by the spot.
CHAPTER VII - THE VAILIMA LETTERS
THE Vailima Letters, written to Mr Sidney Colvin and other friends,
are in their way
delightful if not inimitable: and this, in spite
of the idea having occurred to him, that some use might hereafter
be made of these letters for
publication purposes. There is,
indeed, as little trace of any change in the style through this as
well could be - the utterly familiar, easy, almost child-like flow
remains, unmarred by self-consciousness or
tendency "to put it on."
In June, 1892, Stevenson says:
"It came over me the other day suddenly that this diary of mine to
you would make good pickings after I am dead, and a man could make
some kind of a book out of it, without much trouble. So for God's
sake don't lose them, and they will prove a piece of
provision for
'my floor old family,' as Simele calls it."
But their great charm remains: they are as free and
gracious and
serious and
playful and
informal as before. Stevenson's traits of
character are all here: his largeness of heart, his
delicacy, his
sympathy, his fun, his pathos, his boylike frolicsomeness, his fine
courage, his love of the sea (for he was by nature a sailor), his
passion for action and adventure
despite his ill-health, his great
patience with others and fine adaptability to their
temper (he says
that he never gets out of
temper with those he has to do with), his
unbounded, big-hearted hopefulness, and fine
perseverance in face
of difficulties. What could be better than the way in which he
tells that in January, 1892, when he had a bout of
influenza and
was dictating ST IVES to his stepdaughter, Mrs Strong, he was
"reduced to dictating to her in the deaf-and-dumb alphabet"? - and
goes on:
"The amanuensis has her head quite turned, and believes herself to
be the author of this novel [AND IS TO SOME EXTENT. - A.M.] and as
the creature (!) has not been
whollyuseless in the matter [I TOLD
YOU SO! - A.M.] I propose to
foster her
vanity by a little
commemoration gift! . . . I shall tell you on some other occasion,
and when the A.M. is out of
hearing, how VERY much I propose to
invest in this testimonial; but I may as well inform you at once
that I intend it to be cheap, sir -
damned cheap! My idea of
running amanuenses is by praise, not
pudding,
flattery, and not
coins."
Truly, a rare and rich nature which could thus draw
sunshine out of
its trials! - which, by aid of the true philosopher's stone of
cheerfulness and courage, could transmute the heavy dust and clay
to gold.
His interests are so wide that he is sometimes pulled in different
and conflicting directions, as in the
contest between his desire to
aid Mataafa and the other chiefs, and his
literary work - between
letters to the TIMES about Samoan
politics, and, say, DAVID
BALFOUR. Here is a
characteristic bit in that strain:
"I have a good dose of the devil in my pipestem atomy; I have had
my little
holiday outing in my kick at THE YOUNG CHEVALIER, and I
guess I can settle to DAVID BALFOUR, to-morrow or Friday like a
little man. I wonder if any one had ever more
energy upon so
little strength? I know there is a frost; . . . but I mean to
break that frost inside two years, and pull off a big success, and
Vanity whispers in my ear that I have the strength. If I haven't,
whistle owre the lave o't! I can do without glory, and perhaps the
time is not far off when I can do without corn. It is a time
coming soon enough, anyway; and I have endured some two and forty
years without public shame, and had a good time as I did it. If
only I could secure a
violent death, what a fine success! I wish
to die in my boots; no more Land of Counterpane for me. To be
drowned, to be shot, to be thrown from a horse - ay, to be hanged,
rather than pass again through that slow dissolution."
He would not consent to act the
invalid unless the spring ran down
altogether; was keen for exercise and for mixing among men - his
native servants if no others were near by. Here is a bit of
confession and casuistry quite A LA Stevenson:
"To come down covered with mud and drenched with sweat and rain
after some hours in the bush, change, rub down, and take a chair in