I know a great many Carrollians with very fine collections –
the finest there are! – so I hesitate
to show this copy of Alice’s Adventures
in Wonderland from my bookshelves...
It is not, I fear, at all prepossessing: being rather
battered and dog-eared with a repaired spine; nor is it a particularly early
edition (a copy from Twenty-First Thousand printing, dated 1870, five years
after the book’s first publication) but it does have one redeeming feature in that
it is inscribed and signed by –– the Author...
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (otherwise known as ‘Lewis
Carroll’) collected child-friends the way other Victorians collected
butterflies and, since any collection (whether of butterflies or children)
deserves to be accurately labelled with name-and-date-of-capture, I can share with you at least some information about the identity
of the young dedicatee of this copy.
I am helped by consulting Mr Dodgson’s Diaries (as edited by Edward Wakeling and published by The Lewis Carroll
Society) which contains the following detail from his entry for 10 October 1870:
Oct: 10. (M). At Guildford … At Margate I made many very pleasant
acquaintances, chiefly on account of being attracted by their children: very
few turned out to be above the commercial class, the one drawback of Margate society.
Among the younger of my friends were Clara and Alice Maud Bristed (children of
the chemist), Alice, Florence, and Constance Arnot (from Thurloe Square), Ada,
Sophie and Daisy Butler, (address unknown), and Catherina, Frederika and
Florence, children of a Mr. Bremer of Tulse Hill (near Herne Hill)…
The editor notes: ‘The Arnot family are not identified, nor
are the Butler family, but an inscribed copy of Alice presented to Ada Chambers Butler survives (Sibley Collection).’
‘Sibley Collection’! As
Humpty Dumpty remarked: “There’s glory for you!”
Mind you, I can't help wondering what little Ada thought when she read in Chapter II of Alice's Adventures, the passage where Alice, trapped in the long hall of many locked doors, speculates on whether she might have been changed into another child of her acquaintance...
"I'm sure I'm not Ada for her hair goes in such
long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I'm
not Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! besides, she's she and I'm I,
and––oh dear, how puzzling it all is!"
[With thanks for assistance from Mark Richards]