David Copperfield

DAVID COPPERFIELD


By Charles Dickens






               AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO
THE HON. Mr. AND Mrs. RICHARD WATSON,
OF ROCKINGHAM, NORTHAMPTONSHIRE.






CONTENTS


PREFACE TO 1850 EDITION

PREFACE TO THE CHARLES DICKENS EDITION

THE PERSONAL HISTORY AND EXPERIENCE OF DAVID COPPERFIELD THE YOUNGER


CHAPTER 1. — I AM BORN

CHAPTER 2. — I OBSERVE

CHAPTER 3. — I HAVE A CHANGE

CHAPTER 4. — I FALL INTO DISGRACE

CHAPTER 5. — I AM SENT AWAY FROM HOME

CHAPTER 6. — I ENLARGE MY CIRCLE OF ACQUAINTANCE

CHAPTER 7. — MY ‘FIRST HALF’ AT SALEM HOUSE

CHAPTER 8. — MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON

CHAPTER 9. — I HAVE A MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY

CHAPTER 10. — I BECOME NEGLECTED, AND AM PROVIDED FOR

CHAPTER 11. — I BEGIN LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT, AND DON’T LIKE IT

CHAPTER 12. — LIKING LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT NO BETTER, I FORM A GREAT RESOLUTION

CHAPTER 13. — THE SEQUEL OF MY RESOLUTION

CHAPTER 14. — MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND ABOUT ME

CHAPTER 15. — I MAKE ANOTHER BEGINNING

CHAPTER 16. — I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES THAN ONE

CHAPTER 17. — SOMEBODY TURNS UP

CHAPTER 18. — A RETROSPECT

CHAPTER 19. — I LOOK ABOUT ME, AND MAKE A DISCOVERY

CHAPTER 20. — STEERFORTH’S HOME

CHAPTER 21. — LITTLE EM’LY

CHAPTER 22. — SOME OLD SCENES, AND SOME NEW PEOPLE

CHAPTER 23. — I CORROBORATE Mr. DICK, AND CHOOSE A PROFESSION

CHAPTER 24. — MY FIRST DISSIPATION

CHAPTER 25. — GOOD AND BAD ANGELS

CHAPTER 26. — I FALL INTO CAPTIVITY

CHAPTER 27. — TOMMY TRADDLES

CHAPTER 28. — Mr. MICAWBER’S GAUNTLET

CHAPTER 29. — I VISIT STEERFORTH AT HIS HOME, AGAIN

CHAPTER 30. — A LOSS

CHAPTER 31. — A GREATER LOSS

CHAPTER 32. — THE BEGINNING OF A LONG JOURNEY

CHAPTER 33. — BLISSFUL

CHAPTER 34. — MY AUNT ASTONISHES ME

CHAPTER 35. — DEPRESSION

CHAPTER 36. — ENTHUSIASM

CHAPTER 37. — A LITTLE COLD WATER

CHAPTER 38. — A DISSOLUTION OF PARTNERSHIP

CHAPTER 39. — WICKFIELD AND HEEP

CHAPTER 40. — THE WANDERER

CHAPTER 41. — DORA’S AUNTS

CHAPTER 42. — MISCHIEF

CHAPTER 43. — ANOTHER RETROSPECT

CHAPTER 44. — OUR HOUSEKEEPING

CHAPTER 45. — MR. DICK FULFILS MY AUNT’S PREDICTIONS

CHAPTER 46. — INTELLIGENCE

CHAPTER 47. — MARTHA

CHAPTER 48. — DOMESTIC

CHAPTER 49. — I AM INVOLVED IN MYSTERY

CHAPTER 50. — Mr. PEGGOTTY’S DREAM COMES TRUE

CHAPTER 51. — THE BEGINNING OF A LONGER JOURNEY

CHAPTER 52. — I ASSIST AT AN EXPLOSION

CHAPTER 53. — ANOTHER RETROSPECT

CHAPTER 54. — Mr. MICAWBER’S TRANSACTIONS

CHAPTER 55. — TEMPEST

CHAPTER 56. — THE NEW WOUND, AND THE OLD

CHAPTER 57. — THE EMIGRANTS

CHAPTER 58. — ABSENCE

CHAPTER 59. — RETURN

CHAPTER 60. — AGNES

CHAPTER 61. — I AM SHOWN TWO INTERESTING PENITENTS

CHAPTER 62. — A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY

CHAPTER 63. — A VISITOR

CHAPTER 64. — A LAST RETROSPECT






PREFACE TO 1850 EDITION

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. 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.





PREFACE TO THE CHARLES DICKENS EDITION

I REMARKED in the original Preface to this Book, that I did not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from it, 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 was so recent and strong, and my mind was so divided between pleasure and regret—pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions—that I was in danger of wearying the reader with personal confidences and private emotions.

Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had 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. Yet, I had 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 believed it in the writing.

So true are these avowals at the present day, that I can now only take the reader into one confidence more. Of all my books, I like this the best. It will be easily believed that I am a fond parent to every child of my fancy, and that no one can ever love that family as dearly as I love them. But, like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is

DAVID COPPERFIELD.

     1869






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