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‘
TO
DAVID
COPPERFIELD
,
ESQUIRE
,
‘
THE
EMINENT
AUTHOR
.
‘
My
Dear
Sir
,
‘
Years
have
elapsed
,
since
I
had
an
opportunity
of
ocularly
perusing
the
lineaments
,
now
familiar
to
the
imaginations
of
a
considerable
portion
of
the
civilized
world
.
‘
But
,
my
dear
Sir
,
though
estranged
(
by
the
force
of
circumstances
over
which
I
have
had
no
control
)
from
the
personal
society
of
the
friend
and
companion
of
my
youth
,
I
have
not
been
unmindful
of
his
soaring
flight
.
Nor
have
I
been
debarred
,
Though
seas
between
us
braid
ha
’
roared
,
(
BURNS
)
from
participating
in
the
intellectual
feasts
he
has
spread
before
us
.
‘
I
cannot
,
therefore
,
allow
of
the
departure
from
this
place
of
an
individual
whom
we
mutually
respect
and
esteem
,
without
,
my
dear
Sir
,
taking
this
public
opportunity
of
thanking
you
,
on
my
own
behalf
,
and
,
I
may
undertake
to
add
,
on
that
of
the
whole
of
the
Inhabitants
of
Port
Middlebay
,
for
the
gratification
of
which
you
are
the
ministering
agent
.
‘
Go
on
,
my
dear
Sir
!
You
are
not
unknown
here
,
you
are
not
unappreciated
.
Though
“
remote
”
,
we
are
neither
“
unfriended
”
,
“
melancholy
”
,
nor
(
I
may
add
)
“
slow
”
.
Go
on
,
my
dear
Sir
,
in
your
Eagle
course
!
The
inhabitants
of
Port
Middlebay
may
at
least
aspire
to
watch
it
,
with
delight
,
with
entertainment
,
with
instruction
!
