David Copperfield

10 0 David Copperfield

‘I beg to be allowed to convey, through you, my apologies to

your excellent aunt for my late excitement. An explosion of

a smouldering volcano long suppressed, was the result of an

internal contest more easily conceived than described.

‘I trust I rendered tolerably intelligible my appointment

for the morning of this day week, at the house of public

entertainment at Canterbury, where Mrs. Micawber and

myself had once the honour of uniting our voices to yours, in

the well-known strain of the Immortal exciseman nurtured

beyond the Tweed.

‘The duty done, and act of reparation performed, which can

alone enable me to contemplate my fellow mortal, I shall be

known no more. I shall simply require to be deposited in that

place of universal resort, where

Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep,

‘- With the plain Inscription,

‘WILKINS MICAWBER.’