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money with the Cheerybles and "became a rich and prosperous merchant," but as he immediately<br />
retired into Devonshire, we can assume that he did not work very hard. Mr. and Mrs. Snodgrass<br />
"purchased and cultivated a small farm, more for occupation than profit." That is the spirit in which<br />
most of Dickens's books end—a sort of radiant idleness. Where he appears to disapprove of young<br />
men who do not work (Harthouse, Harry Gowan, Richard Carstone, Wrayburn before his<br />
reformation), it is because they are cynical and immoral or because they are a burden on somebody<br />
else; if you are "good," and also self-supporting, there is no reason why you should not spend fifty<br />
years in simply drawing your dividends. Home life is always enough. And, after all, it was the<br />
general assumption of his age. The "genteel sufficiency," the "competence," the "gentleman of<br />
independent means" (or "in easy circumstances")—the very phrases tell one all about the strange,<br />
empty dream of the eighteenth- and nineteenth-century middle bourgeoisie. It was a dream of<br />
complete idleness. Charles Reade conveys its spirit perfectly in the ending of Hard Cash. Alfred<br />
Hardie, hero of Hard Cash, is the typical nineteenth-century novel-hero (public-school style), with<br />
gifts which Reade describes as amounting to "genius." He is an old Etonian and a scholar of Oxford,<br />
he knows most of the Greek and Latin classics by heart, he can box with prize-fighters and win the<br />
Diamond Sculls at Henley. He goes through incredible adventures in which, of course, he behaves<br />
with faultless heroism, and then, at the age of twenty-five, he inherits a fortune, marries his Julia<br />
Dodd and settles down in the suburbs of Liverpool, in the same house as his parents-in-law:<br />
They all lived together at Albion Villa, thanks to Alfred ... Oh, you happy little<br />
villa! You were as like Paradise as any mortal dwelling can be. A day came,<br />
however, when your walls could no longer hold all the happy inmates. Julia<br />
presented Alfred with a lovely boy; enter two nurses, and the villa showed<br />
symptoms of bursting. Two months more, and Alfred and his wife overflowed<br />
into the next villa. It was but twenty yards off; and there was a double reason for<br />
the migration. As often happens after a long separation, Heaven bestowed on<br />
Captain and Mrs. Dodd another infant to play about their knees, etc. etc. etc.<br />
This is the type of the Victorian happy ending—a vision of a huge, loving family of three<br />
or four generations, all crammed together in the same house and constantly multiplying, like a bed of<br />
oysters. What is striking about it is the utterly soft, sheltered, effortless life that it implies. It is not<br />
even a violent idleness, like Squire Western's. That is the significance of Dickens's urban background<br />
and his non-interest in the blackguardly-sporting-military side of life. His heroes, once they had come<br />
into money and "settled down," would not only do no work; they would not even ride, hunt, shoot,<br />
fight duels, elope with actresses or lose money at the races. They would simply live at home in<br />
feather-bed respectability, and preferably next door to a blood-relation living exactly the same life:<br />
The first act of Nicholas, when he became a rich and prosperous merchant, was<br />
to buy his father's old house. As time crept on, and there came gradually about<br />
him a group of lovely children, it was altered and enlarged; but none of the old<br />
rooms were ever pulled down, no old tree was ever rooted up, nothing with<br />
which there was any association of bygone times was ever removed or changed.<br />
Within a stone's-throw was another retreat, enlivened by children's<br />
pleasant voices too; and here was Kate ... the same true, gentle creature, the same