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The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Personal History of David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Personal History of David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens, Illustrated by H. Browne This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. I do not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from this Book, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to require. My interest in it, is so recent and strong; and my mind is so divided between pleasure and regret—pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions—that I am in danger of wearying the reader whom I love, with personal confidences, and private emotions. Besides which, all that I could say of the Story, to any purpose, I have endeavoured to say in it. It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know, how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years’ imaginative task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever.

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Yet, I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still) that no one can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I have believed it in the writing. Instead of looking back, therefore, I will look forward. I cannot close this Volume more agreeably to myself, than with a hopeful glance towards the time when I shall again put forth my two green leaves once a month, and with a faithful remembrance of the genial sun and showers that have fallen on these leaves of David Copperfield, and made me happy. London, October, 1850.

Contents 1 I AM BORN. 10 I OBSERVE. 21 I HAVE A CHANGE. 33 I FALL INTO DISGRACE. 46 I AM SENT AWAY FROM HOME.

59 I ENLARGE MY CIRCLE OF ACQUAINTANCE. 65 MY “FIRST HALF” AT SALEM HOUSE. 78 MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON. 88 I HAVE A MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY.

97 I BECOME NEGLECTED, AND AM PROVIDED FOR. 111 I BEGIN LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT, AND DON’T LIKE IT. 122 LIKING LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT NO BETTER, I FORM A GREAT RESOLUTION. 129 THE SEQUEL OF MY RESOLUTION.

143 MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND ABOUT ME. 154 I MAKE ANOTHER BEGINNING. 161 I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES THAN ONE.

176 SOMEBODY TURNS UP. 188 A RETROSPECT. 193 I LOOK ABOUT ME, AND MAKE A DISCOVERY.

205 STEERFORTH’S HOME. 211 LITTLE EM’LY. 225 SOME OLD SCENES, AND SOME NEW PEOPLE. 240 I CORROBORATE MR. DICK, AND CHOOSE A PROFESSION. 251 MY FIRST DISSIPATION. 257 GOOD AND BAD ANGELS.

271 I FALL INTO CAPTIVITY. 283 TOMMY TRADDLES. MICAWBER’S GAUNTLET.

303 I VISIT STEERFORTH AT HIS HOME, AGAIN. 314 A GREATER LOSS. 321 THE BEGINNING OF A LONG JOURNEY.

334 BLISSFUL. 346 MY AUNT ASTONISHES ME.

353 DEPRESSION. 367 ENTHUSIASM. 379 A LITTLE COLD WATER. 385 A DISSOLUTION OF PARTNERSHIP. 397 WICKFIELD AND HEEP. 411 THE WANDERER.

417 DORA’S AUNTS. 428 MISCHIEF. 443 ANOTHER RETROSPECT. 449 OUR HOUSEKEEPING. DICK FULFILS MY AUNT’S PREDICTION. 471 INTELLIGENCE.

489 DOMESTIC. 497 I AM INVOLVED IN MYSTERY. PEGGOTTY’S DREAM COMES TRUE. 513 THE BEGINNING OF A LONGER JOURNEY. 525 I ASSIST AT AN EXPLOSION. Cape Malay Cookbook Pdf Download.

541 ANOTHER RETROSPECT. MICAWBER’S TRANSACTIONS.

564 THE NEW WOUND, AND THE OLD. 569 THE EMIGRANTS. 600 I AM SHOWN TWO INTERESTING PENITENTS. 609 A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY. 615 A VISITOR.

621 A LAST RETROSPECT. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously. In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it was declared by the nurse, and by some sage women in the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me several months before there was any possibility of our becoming personally acquainted, first, that I was destined to be unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged to see ghosts and spirits; both these gifts inevitably attaching, as they believed, to all unlucky infants of either gender, born towards the small hours on a Friday night.

I need say nothing here, on the first head, because nothing can show better than my history whether that prediction was verified or falsified by the result. On the second branch of the question, I will only remark, that unless I ran through that part of my inheritance while I was still a baby, I have not come into it yet. But I do not at all complain of having been kept out of this property; and if anybody else should be in the present enjoyment of it, he is heartily welcome to keep it. I was born with a caul, which was advertised for sale, in the newspapers, at the low price of fifteen guineas. Whether sea-going people were short of money about that time, or were short of faith and preferred cork-jackets, I don’t know; all I know is, that there was but one solitary bidding, and that was from an attorney connected with the bill-broking business, who offered two pounds in cash, and the balance in sherry, but declined to be guaranteed from drowning on any higher bargain. Consequently the advertisement was withdrawn at a dead loss—for as to sherry, my poor dear mother’s own sherry was in the market then—and ten years afterwards the caul was put up in a raffle down in our part of the country, to fifty members at half-a-crown a head, the winner to spend five shillings.

I was present myself, and I remember to have felt quite uncomfortable and confused, at a part of myself being disposed of in that way. The caul was won, I recollect, by an old lady with a hand-basket, who, very reluctantly, produced from it the stipulated five shillings, all in halfpence, and twopence halfpenny short—as it took an immense time and a great waste of arithmetic, to endeavour without any effect to prove to her. It is a fact which will be long remembered as remarkable down there, that she was never drowned, but died triumphantly in bed, at ninety-two.

I have understood that it was, to the last, her proudest boast, that she never had been on the water in her life, except upon a bridge; and that over her tea (to which she was extremely partial) she, to the last, expressed her indignation at the impiety of mariners and others, who had the presumption to go “meandering” about the world. It was in vain to represent to her that some conveniences, tea perhaps included, resulted from this objectionable practice. Install Itunes Linux Mint 16 Download. She always returned, with greater emphasis and with an instinctive knowledge of the strength of her objection, “Let us have no meandering.” Not to meander, myself, at present, I will go back to my birth. I was born at Blunderstone, in Suffolk, or “thereby,” as they say in Scotland. I was a posthumous child.

My father’s eyes had closed upon the light of this world six months, when mine opened on it. There is something strange to me, even now, in the reflection that he never saw me; and something stranger yet in the shadowy remembrance that I have of my first childish associations with his white grave-stone in the church-yard, and of the indefinable compassion I used to feel for it lying out alone there in the dark night, when our little parlor was warm and bright with fire and candle, and the doors of our house were—almost cruelly, it seemed to me sometimes—bolted and locked against it.

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