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I　am；　etc。
Needless　to　say　the　reply　always　came；　but　notwithstanding　the　tempting　bait　of　“the　interesting　style；”　its　character　may　be　guessed。　Nobody　wished　to　have　anything　to　do　either　with　Cetewayo　or　his　white　neighbours。
At　length　I　was　faced　with　the　alternative　of　putting　the　results　of　my　labours　into　the　fire　or　of　paying　for　their　production　in　book　form。　A　letter　from　Trubner　and　Co。；　dated　May　18；　1882；　informs　me　that　my　MS。　will　make　a　volume　of　three　hundred　and　twenty　pages　“like　enclosed　specimen；”　and　“if　you　　of　50　pounds　sterling　we　will　undertake　to　produce　an　edition　of　seven　hundred　and　fifty　copies。”
I　sent　the　cheque；　although　at　the　time　I　could　ill　afford　it；　and　in　due　course　the　work　appeared。　On　the　whole　it　was　extremely　well　received　by　such　papers　as　chose　to　review　it　seriously。　Some　of　these　notices　I　still　possess；　favourable　and　unfavourable。　One　from　the　Daily　News；　which　es　under　the　latter　category；　dated　August　23；　1882；　is　amusing　to　read　today。　It　is　written　in　the　“high　sarcastic”　strain。　Here　is　a　sentence　from　it。
Mr。　Haggard　distrusts　Cetewayo　and　is　shocked　at　the　notion　of　reinstating　him　on　any　terms。　He　is　also　shocked　at　the　“retrocession　of　the　Transvaal”　and　thinks　we　have　not　yet　seen　the　end　of　the　troubles　in　store　for　us；　owing　to　our　neglect　to　persevere　in　the　work　of　exterminating　the　Boers；　and　so　forth。　These　views　have　already　been　pretty　fully　set　forth　—　so　fully；　in　fact；　that　the　necessity　for　a　further　exposition　of　them　at　this　time　does　not　seem　very　obvious。　The　freshest；　and　certainly　the　most　amusing　thing　in　Mr。　Haggard’s　book　is　his　solemn　warning　that　our　policy；　which　he　is　pleased　to　stigmatise　as　“sentimental；”　may　end　in　alienating　the　affections　of　“the　Colonists；”　etc。
Here　we　see　the　party　politics　of　the　day　at　their　best；　or　rather　at　their　worst。　The　late　Lord　Carnarvon；　who；　it　may　be　remembered；　was　Colonial　Secretary　during　most　of　the　years　when　I　was　intimately　connected　with　South　Africa；　wrote　to　me：
“I　am　glad　to　find　that　my　view　as　regards　the　Transvaal　should　be　endorsed　by　one　who　had　such　good　opportunities　of　judging　as　yourself”；　and　again：
Private。
Dear　Mr。　Haggard；　—　I　am　very　much　obliged　to　you　for　your　extremely　interesting　book　on　Cetewayo。　I　have　been　so　engaged　with　the　accumulations　of　eight　months’　business　and　with　all　the　hundred　and　one　questions　which　arise　on　our　return　to　England　that　I　have　only　been　able　to　look　at　those　parts　which　most　closely　interested　me　personally　from　their　relation　to　events　in　which　I　was　myself　concerned；　but　I　read　these　with　great　satisfaction。　The　English　public　was　so　deceived　by　misrepresentations　of　the　annexation　of　the　Transvaal　that　the　real　history　was　never　understood；　and　the　humiliating　surrender　of　it　was　accepted　in　partial　ignorance　at　least　of　the　facts。　A　true　statement　of　it　is　therefore　very　valuable；　and　I　am　grateful　to　anyone　who　has　the　courage　to　say　what　really　did　occur。　It　was　as　needless　as　it　was　discreditable；　and　though　the　unexpected　discovery　of　gold　is　solving　many　difficulties；　the　unworthy　nature　of　the　cession　has　done　great　mischief　to　all　time。　I　hope　I　may　have　the　opportunity　of　talking　about　this　to　you。
Believe　me；
Very　faithfully　yours；
Carnarvon。
I　gladly　quote　an　extract　from　a　letter　written　by　Sir　Marshal　Clarke　from　Basutoland；　since　it　tempers　my　criticisms　of　Sir　Hercules　Robinson　（Lord　Rosmead）；　a　gentleman　of　whom　I　have　the　most　kindly　personal　recollections。　He　says；　referring　to　this　book：
I　don’t　think　you　have　done　quite　justice　to　Sir　Hercules　Robinson。　He　appears　to　me　to　have　been　the　right　man　for　the　place　and　for　the　time。　He　is　not　a　very　popular　Governor；　but　his　opinions　carry　great　weight　here　as　well　as　at　home；　he　had　a　very　difficult　position　at　first　—　one　of　his　principal　difficulties　arose　from　the　impossibility　of　foreseeing　how　far　his　views　would　be　supported　at　home　—　and　while　he　appears　to　me　to　have　acted　with　unswerving　loyalty；　his　influence　has　done　much　to　mitigate　antipathies　of　races　and　to　maintain　our　character　for　fair　dealing　with　whites　and　blacks。
I　also　received　letters　from　the　late　Lord　Lytton；　Lord　Randolph　Churchill；　and　others。
Except　for　any　influence　it　may　have　had　upon　certain　leading　minds　and　organs　of　opinion；　the　book　at　this　time　proved　a　total　failure。　At　this　date　（1883）　an　eager　public　had　absorbed　one　hundred　and　fifty…four　copies　of　the　work。　Say　Messrs。　Trubner：
You　will　no　doubt　consider　the　account　a　most　unsatisfactory　one；　as　we　do；　seeing　that　we　are　out　of　pocket　to　the　extent　of　82　pounds　15s。；　5d。　Against　this；　of　course；　we　hold　the　50　pounds　advanced　by　you；　but　we　fear　that　we　are　never　likely　to　recover　the　balance；　32　pounds　15s。　5d。
As　it　happens；　however；　Messrs。　Trubner　did　in　the　end　recover　their　32　pounds。　When　I　became　known　through　other　works　of　a　different　character　the　edition　sold　out。　Perhaps　the　public　bought　it　thinking　it　was　a　novel；　at　any　rate；　I　have　e　across　a　letter　from　a　melancholy　youth　who　made　that　mistake。
Since　that　time　there　have　been　other　and　cheaper　editions；　and　in　1899；　at　the　time　of　the　Boer　War；　that　part　of　the　book　that　deals　with　the　Transvaal　was　republished　at　one　shilling　and　sold　to　the　extent　of　some　thirty　thousand　copies。
To　this　day　there　is　a　certain　demand　for　the　book。　That　it　has　already　been　extensively　used　by　writers　dealing　with　this　epoch　of　African　affairs　in　works　of　reference　and　elsewhere　I　have　reason　to　know；　although　these　have　not　always　acknowledged　the　source　of　their　information　and　judgments。
So　it　es　about　that　my　only　effort　as　an　historian　was　not　made　in　vain；　although　at　first　it　seemed　futile　and　fruitless　enough。　I　may　add　that　certain　prophecies　set　down　in　its　pages　in　1882　have　since　that　time　been　remarkably　fulfilled。
If　they　＇i。e。　those　who　direct　the　destinies　of　the　Empire＇　do　not　＇take　certain　steps　alluded　to　above＇　it　is　now　quite　within　the　bounds　of　possibility　that　they　may　one　day　have　to　face　a　fresh　Transvaal　rebellion；　only　on　a　ten　times　larger　scale。
And　again：
Unless　they　＇i。e。　South　African　problems＇　are　treated　with　more　honest　intelligence；　and　on　a　more　settled　plan　than　it　has　hitherto　been　thought　necessary　to　apply　to　them；　the　British　taxpayer　will　find　that　he　has　by　no　means　heard　the　last　of　that　country　and　its　wars。
Some　twenty　years　after　I　wrote　these　words　England　did　have　to　face　a　Transvaal　war　on　a　ten　times　larger　scale；　and　the　British　taxpayer　did　hear　that　he　was　called　upon　to　pay　a　bill　of　some　three　hundred　millions　sterling。　Also　about　twenty　thousand　of　our　countrymen；　among　them　a　young　nephew　of　my　own；　were　summoned　to　lay　down　their　lives　on　the　African　veld。　Such　was　the　cost　to　the　Empire　of　the　reversal　of　Sir　Theophilus　Shepstone’s　policy　in　the　interests　of　an　English　political　party。
Whilst　we　were　at　Norwood　a　little　incident　occurred　which　resulted　in　my　being　a　writer　of　fiction。　At　the　church　which　my　wife　and　I　attended　we　saw　sitting　near　us　one　Sunday　a　singularly　beautiful　and　pure…faced　young　lady。　Afterwards　we　agreed　that　this　semi…divine　creature　—　on　whom　to　the　best　of　my　knowledge　I　have　never　set　eyes　again　from　that　day　to　this　—　ought　to　bee　the　heroine　of　a　novel。　So　then　and　there　we　took　paper；　and　each　of　us　began　to　write　the　said　novel。　I　think　that　after　she　had　pleted　two　or　three　folio　sheets　my　wife　ceased　from　her　fictional　labours。　But；　growing　interested；　I　continued　mine；　which　resulted　in　the　story　called　“Dawn。”
Years　afterwards；　in　1894　indeed；　on　the　occasion　of　the　issue　of　one　of　the　numerous　editions　of　that　tale；　I　inserted　the　following　little　dedication：
AFTER　MANY　YEARS
I　dedicate　this　my　first　story
to
That　Unknown　Lady；
once　seen；　but　unforgotten；　the
mould　and　model　of　Angela；
the　magic　of　whose　face　turned　my　mind
to　the　making　of　books。
Here　I　may　as　well　tell　the　history　of　this　book。　Some　of　it；　or　rather　of　the　first　draft　of　it；　I　think　I　wrote　at　Norwood。　Towards　Christmas　of　1882　my　wife　and　I　made　up　our　minds　to　return　to　this　house　at　Ditchingham；　which　was　standing　empty　and　furnished；　while　I　pursued　my　studies　at　the　Bar。　Hither　we　came　accordingly　a　little　while　before　the　birth　of　my　eldest　daughter。　She　was　named　Angela　after　the　heroine　of　my　novel；　which　shows　that　at　this　time　it　must　either　have　been　written　or　well　advanced。
There　appear　to　be　three　drafts　of　this　work；　the　first　of　which　（inplete）　is　named　“Angela；”　after　the　heroine；　the　second；　five　hundred　and　fifty…four　closely　written　foolscap　sheets　long（！）；　estimated；　I　observe；　upon　the　title…page　to　print　into　about　a　thousand　pages；　called　“There　Remaih　a　Rest”；　and　the　third；　bound　MS。　（unnamed）；　four　hundred　and　niy…three　foolscap　sheets。　The　history　of　them　is　briefly　as　follows。　With　pain　and　labour　I　wrote　the　work　—　five　hundred　and　fifty…four　foolscap　sheets　do　take　some　labour　in　the　actual　matter　of　calligraphy；　without　considering　the　mental　effort。　Then　I　sent　the　result　to　sundry　publishers　—　who　they　were　I　entirely　forget。　Evidently；　however；　Smith　and　Elder　must　have　been　one　of　them；　as　is　shown　by　the　allusion　to　James　Payn　in　a　letter　from　the　late　Mr。　Cordy　Jeaffreson；　which　I　shall　presently　quote。
These　publishers；　or　their　readers；　had　no　great　opinion　of　“Angela”　or　“There　Remaih　a　Rest；”　by　whichever　title　it　was　then　called。　After　these　rebuffs　most　people　would　have　put　that　mighty　mass　of　manuscript　into　the　fire　or　an　upstairs　cupboard。　But　I　must　have　been　a　persistent　young　man　thirty　years　or　so　ago；　and　I　did　not　take　this　course。　On　the　contrary；　I　consulted　Mr。　Trubner；　with　whom　I　had　bee　personally　acquainted　since　the　publication　of　“Cetewayo　and　his　White　Neighbours。”　Indeed　he　and　I　struck　up　some　kind　of　a　friendship；　as　is　shown　by　the　fact　that　he　gave　me　his　photograph　in　a　little　olive…wood　frame；　which　photograph　has　stood　on　a　shelf　in　my　room　from　that　day　to　this。　It　is　a　clever　old　face　which　is　pictured　there；　and　he　was　a　clever　old　man。　He　used　to　tell　me　anecdotes　in　his　queer；　half…German　talk　about　the　literary　celebrities　of　bygone　days；　and　I　remember　that　his　description　of　George　Eliot　was　extremely　epigrammatic　and　amusing。　This；　however；　I　will　not　repeat。　He　was　good　enough　to　take　some　interest　in　the　story；　and　to　suggest　that　it　should　be　sent　to　the　late　Mr。　Cordy　Jeaffreson　for　his　opinion。　This　was　done；　and　on　April　27；　1883；　Jeaffreson　sent　me　his　opinion；　which　is　so　thorough　and　able　that　I　erely　omitting　his　detailed　criticism　of　the　work。
24　Carlton　Road；　Maida　Vale；　N。W。：
April　27；　1883。
Dear　Sir；　—　I　have　read　your　story　deliberately　and　read　it　with　considerable　interest；　which　would　of　course　have　been　greater　had　I　read　it　in　type。
Payn　was　not　wrong。　Your　opening　chapters　have　a　superabundance　of　action；　and　several　highly　dramatic　positions；　but　they　lack　dramatic　interest；　i。e。　the　interest　that　es　from　an　exhibition　of　the　influence　of　character　upon　character。　Novels　being　what　they　are　just　now；　it　is　small　praise　to　say　that　Angela’s　love…story　is　better　than　two…thirds　of　the　stories　that　are　published。　I　could　say　much　more　in　its　favour。　Still　I　urge　you　not　to　publish　it　in　its　present　rude　form。　Indeed；　the　story　has　caused　me　to　take　so　much　interest　in　its　writer　that　I　could　almost　entreat　you　not　to　publish　it。
I　take　it　you　are　a　young　man。　You　are　certainly　a　novice　in　literature：　and　like　most　beginners　in　the　really　difficult　art　of　novel…writing　you　have　plied　your　pen　under　the　notion　that　novels　are　dashed　off。　Inferior　novels　are　so　written；　but　you　have　the　making　of　a　good　novelist　in　you；　if　you　are　seriously　bent　on　being　one。　It　would　therefore　be　ill　for　you　in　several　ways　to　make　your　debut　with　a　tale　that　would　do　you　injustice。　I　don’t　counsel　you　to　try　again　with　new　materials。　I　advise　you　to　make　your　present　essay；　what　it　might　be　made；　a　work　of　art　and　a　really　good　performance。
You　have　written　it　with　your　left　hand　without　strenuous　pains；　you　must　rewrite　it　with　your　right　hand；　throwing　all　your　force　into　it。　If　you　produce　it　in　its　present　crude　state　you　will　do　so　only　to　regret　in　a　few　weeks　you　did