David Copperfield
cawber and myself cannot disguise from our minds that
we part, it may be for years and it may be for ever, with an
individual linked by strong associations to the altar of our
domestic life. If, on the eve of such a departure, you will ac-
company our mutual friend, Mr. Thomas Traddles, to our
present abode, and there reciprocate the wishes natural to
the occasion, you will confer a Boon
‘On
‘One
‘Who
‘Is
‘Ever yours,
‘WILKINS MICAWBER.’I was glad to find that Mr. Micawber had got rid of his
dust and ashes, and that something really had turned up at
last. Learning from Traddles that the invitation referred to
the evening then wearing away, I expressed my readiness
to do honour to it; and we went off together to the lodging
which Mr. Micawber occupied as Mr. Mortimer, and which
was situated near the top of the Gray’s Inn Road.
The resources of this lodging were so limited, that we
found the twins, now some eight or nine years old, reposing
in a turn-up bedstead in the family sitting-room, where Mr.
Micawber had prepared, in a wash-hand-stand jug, what he
called ‘a Brew’ of the agreeable beverage for which he was
famous. I had the pleasure, on this occasion, of renewing the
acquaintance of Master Micawber, whom I found a prom-