‘put Mr. Micawber quite out of my head!’

The letter (Mr. Micawber never missed any possible opportunity of writing a letter) was addressed to me, ‘By the kindness of T. Traddles, Esquire, of the Inner Temple.’ It ran thus: —

‘MY DEAR COPPERFIELD,

‘You may possibly not be unprepared to receive the intimation that something has turned up.

I may have mentioned to you on a former occasion that I was in expectation of such an event.

‘I am about to establish myself in one of the provincial towns of our favoured island (where the society may be described as a happy admixture of the agricultural and the clerical), in