Here is the letter that Charles Dickens wrote to his youngest boy, who went to Australia in 1868:
"I need not tell you that I love you dearly, and am very, very sorry in my heart to part with you. I have put a New Testament among your books because it is the best book that ever was, or will be, known in the world. As your brothers have gone away, one by one, I have written to each such words as I am now writing to you, entreating them all to guide themselves by the Book. Only one thing more. Never abandon the practice of private prayer. I know the comfort of it."
...and here is a prayer that he wrote for use in his own home:
"O Lord, our heavenly Father, almighty and everlasting God, who in Thy inestimable good hast directed and preserved us during the past day, and hast brought us another night surrounded by many instances of Thy mercy, we beseech Thee to accept our heartfelt thanks for all the benefits we enjoy, and to hear our humble prayers that we may cheerfully endeavour, every day of our lives, to be in some degree more worthy of their possession. Bless and keep all those who are nearest and dearest to us; and, by Thy help and our Saviour's teaching, enable us to lay our heads upon our pillows tonight at peace with all the world ... And may His grace and Thy love and the fellowship of Thy Holy Spirit be with us all evermore. Amen."
These two aspects of the great British writer were previously unknown to me. They give me another source of appreciation for the man himself.
Source: F.W. Boreham. "Great Expectations." Arrows of Desire, p. 129.