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‘
Among
the
eyes
elevated
towards
you
from
this
portion
of
the
globe
,
will
ever
be
found
,
while
it
has
light
and
life
,
‘
The
‘
Eye
‘
Appertaining
to
‘
WILKINS
MICAWBER
,
‘
Magistrate
.
’
I
found
,
on
glancing
at
the
remaining
contents
of
the
newspaper
,
that
Mr
.
Micawber
was
a
diligent
and
esteemed
correspondent
of
that
journal
.
There
was
another
letter
from
him
in
the
same
paper
,
touching
a
bridge
;
there
was
an
advertisement
of
a
collection
of
similar
letters
by
him
,
to
be
shortly
republished
,
in
a
neat
volume
,
‘
with
considerable
additions
’
;
and
,
unless
I
am
very
much
mistaken
,
the
Leading
Article
was
his
also
.
We
talked
much
of
Mr
.
Micawber
,
on
many
other
evenings
while
Mr
.
Peggotty
remained
with
us
.
He
lived
with
us
during
the
whole
term
of
his
stay
,
—
which
,
I
think
,
was
something
less
than
a
month
,
—
and
his
sister
and
my
aunt
came
to
London
to
see
him
.
Agnes
and
I
parted
from
him
aboard
-
ship
,
when
he
sailed
;
and
we
shall
never
part
from
him
more
,
on
earth
.
But
before
he
left
,
he
went
with
me
to
Yarmouth
,
to
see
a
little
tablet
I
had
put
up
in
the
churchyard
to
the
memory
of
Ham
While
I
was
copying
the
plain
inscription
for
him
at
his
request
,
I
saw
him
stoop
,
and
gather
a
tuft
of
grass
from
the
grave
and
a
little
earth
.
‘
For
Em
’
ly
,
’
he
said
,
as
he
put
it
in
his
breast
.
‘
I
promised
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
.
’
And
now
my
written
story
ends
.
I
look
back
,
once
more
—
for
the
last
time
—
before
I
close
these
leaves
.
I
see
myself
,
with
Agnes
at
my
side
,
journeying
along
the
road
of
life
.
I
see
our
children
and
our
friends
around
us
;
and
I
hear
the
roar
of
many
voices
,
not
indifferent
to
me
as
I
travel
on
.
