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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1870, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District o i Georgia VOL. IV~~No. 2. CHARLES DICKENS. « ANY of the readers of the Week ly are fa miliar with T the writings of this great man, whose recent death has cast a gloom over the entire reading world. He was, in every sense o f the word, a great man, and none now living will ever see his equal as a literary man. A recent writer who knew him well has given us some inter esting reminiscences of Mr. Dickens. He was most methodic in his habits. He rose ordinarily at 7 o’clock, devoted an hour to his mail and corres pondents, and took a simple breakfast over his newspaper, after which he smoked a single cigar. That done, he went to his work, and rarely al lowed himself to be disturbed before one or two o’clock. “ In this period of work he never smo ked, and never em ployed an amenuen sis. Every word of all his grand array of volumes was written out in his own hand. ’ 7 The morning’s work over, he set out on his every-day tramp. Fifteen miles was his usual walk, and a walk of thirty miles a day was nothing un common. It was in these long rambles ■ - v 'lffll j|ii, """" * '> MACON, GEORGIA, JURY 9, 1870. Whole No. 158. that he saw so much of the English life which is so truthfully depicted in all of his stories. Mr. Dickens was scrupulously particu lar in his dinner hab its. “Unceremoni ous and careless of dress as he might be in the earlier hours of the day, he, in his la ter years at least, kept by the old English ceremonial dress for dinner. As dinner came to Its close, the little grand - children toted in—his “wener able” friends as he delighted to call them -—and with them al ways came a rollick ing time of cheer.” He had a quiet fu neral, “grand in its simplicity,” and now rests beside the hon ored ones of English history, in Westmin ster Abbey. “ The papers tell us that crowds came after his burial and scattered flowers upon the spot where he lies. We can believe it, and did not the ocean sweep between, there would be American hands that would strew all that pave ment afresh. “ And when all the tributary flowers are faded, and when dust has gathered on the newest tombs, as it will; and when other honored dead are ga thered there, as they will be ; and when the years shall have win nowed the reputations