When I devised this story, I foresaw the likelihood that a class of readers and commentators would suppose that I was at great pains to conceal exactly what I was at great pains to suggest: namely, that Mr John Harmon was not slain, and that Mr John Rokesmith was he. Pleasing myself with the idea that the supposition might in part arise out of some ingenuity in the story, and thinking it worth while, in the interests of art, to hint to an audience that an artist (of whatever denomination) may perhaps be trusted to know what he is about in his vocation, if they will concede him a little patience, I was not alarmed by the anticipation.
To keep for a long time unsuspected, yet always working itself out, another purpose originating in that leading incident, and turning it to a pleasant and useful account at last, was at once the most interesting and the most difficult part of my design. Its difficulty was much enhanced by the mode of publication; for, it would be very unreasonable to expect that many readers, pursuing a story in portions from month to month through nineteen months, will, until they have it before them complete, perceive the relations of its finer threads to the whole pattern which is always before the eyes of the story-weaver at his loom. Yet, that I hold the advantages of the mode of publication to outweigh its disadvantages, may be easily believed of one who revived it in the Pickwick Papers after long disuse, and has pursued it ever since.
There is sometimes an odd disposition in this country to dispute as improbable in fiction, what are the commonest experiences in fact. Therefore, I note here, though it may not be at all necessary, that there are hundreds of Will Cases (as they are called), far more remarkable than that fancied in this book; and that the stores of the Prerogative Office teem with instances of testators who have made, changed, contradicted, hidden, forgotten, left cancelled, and left uncancelled, each many more wills than were ever made by the elder Mr Harmon of Harmony Jail.
In my social experiences since Mrs Betty Higden came upon the scene and left it, I have found Circumlocutional champions disposed to be warm with me on the subject of my view of the Poor Law. Mr friend Mr Bounderby could never see any difference between leaving the Coketown 'hands' exactly as they were, and requiring them to be fed with turtle soup and venison out of gold spoons. Idiotic propositions of a parallel nature have been freely offered for my acceptance, and I have been called upon to admit that I would give Poor Law relief to anybody, anywhere, anyhow. Putting this nonsense aside, I have observed a suspicious tendency in the champions to divide into two parties; the one, contending that there are no deserving Poor who prefer death by slow starvation and bitter weather, to the mercies of some Relieving Officers and some Union Houses; the other, admitting that there are such Poor, but denying that they have any cause or reason for what they do. The records in our newspapers, the late exposure by THE LANCET, and the common sense and senses of common people, furnish too abundant evidence against both defences. But, that my view of the Poor Law may not be mistaken or misrepresented, I will state it. I believe there has been in England, since the days of the STUARTS, no law so often infamously administered, no law so often openly violated, no law habitually so ill-supervised. In the majority of the shameful cases of disease and death from destitution, that shock the Public and disgrace the country, the illegality is quite equal to the inhumanity--and known language could say no more of their lawlessness.
On Friday the Ninth of June in the present year, Mr and Mrs Boffin (in their manuscript dress of receiving Mr and Mrs Lammle at breakfast) were on the South Eastern Railway with me, in a terribly destructive accident. When I had done what I could to help others, I climbed back into my carriage--nearly turned over a viaduct, and caught aslant upon the turn--to extricate the worthy couple. They were much soiled, but otherwise unhurt. The same happy result attended Miss Bella Wilfer on her wedding day, and Mr Riderhood inspecting Bradley Headstone's red neckerchief as he lay asleep. I remember with devout thankfulness that I can never be much nearer parting company with my readers for ever, than I was then, until there shall be written against my life, the two words with which I have this day closed this book:--THE END.
September 2nd, 1865.
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Book the First: The Cup and the Lip
Chapter 2: The Man from Somewhere
Chapter 4: The R. Wilfer Family
Chapter 7: Mr Wegg Looks After Himself
Chapter 8: Mr Boffin in Consultation
Chapter 9: Mr and Mrs Boffin in Consultation
Chapter 10: A Marriage Contract
Chapter 12: The Sweat of an Honest Man's Brow
Chapter 13: Tracking the Bird of Prey
Chapter 14: The Bird of Prey Brought Down
Chapter 16: Minders and Re-minders
Book the Second: Birds of a Feather
Chapter 1: Of an Educational Character
Chapter 6: A Riddle Without an Answer
Chapter 7: In Which a Friendly Move Is Originated
Chapter 8: In Which an Innocent Elopement Occurs
Chapter 9: In Which the Orphan Makes His Will
Chapter 11: Some Affairs of the Heart
Chapter 12: More Birds of Prey
Chapter 13: A Solo and a Duett
Chapter 15: The Whole Case So Far
Chapter 16: An Anniversary Occasion
Chapter 1: Lodgers in Queer Street
Chapter 2: A Respected Friend in a New Aspect
Chapter 3: The Same Respected Friend in More Aspects Than One
Chapter 4: A Happy Return of the Day
Chapter 5: The Golden Dustman Falls Into Bad Company
Chapter 6: The Golden Dustman Falls Into Worse Company
Chapter 7: The Friendly Move Takes up a Strong Position
Chapter 8: The End of a Long Journey
Chapter 9: Somebody Becomes the Subject of a Prediction
Chapter 13: Give a Dog a Bad Name, and Hang Him
Chapter 14: Mr Wegg Prepares a Grindstone for Mr Boffin's
Chapter 15: The Golden Dustman at His Worst
Chapter 16: The Feast of the Three Hobgoblins
Chapter 2: The Golden Dustman Rises a Little
Chapter 3: The Golden Dustman Sinks Again
Chapter 5: Concerning the Mendicant's Bride
Chapter 7: Better to Be Abel Than Cain
Chapter 8: A Few Grains of Pepper
Chapter 10: The Dolls' Dressmaker Discovers a Word
Chapter 11: Effect Is Given to the Dolls' Dressmaker's Discovery
Chapter 12: The Passing Shadow
Chapter 13: Showing How the Golden Dustman Helped to Scatter Dust
Chapter 14: Checkmate to the Friendly Move
Chapter 15: What Was Caught in the Traps That Were Set
Chapter 16: Persons and Things in General