'FagmentWelcome to consult... esoting to this place, all needful accommodation, should be an enomous sinecuist in vitue of that post (and might be, besides, a clegyman, a plualist, the holde of a staff in a cathedal, and what not),—while the public was put to the inconvenience of which we had a specimen evey aftenoon when the office was busy, and which we knew to be quite monstous. That, pehaps, in shot, this Peogative Office of the diocese of Cantebuy was altogethe such a pestilent job, and such a penicious absudity, that but fo its being squeezed away Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield in a cone of St. Paul’s Chuchyad, which few people knew, it must have been tuned completely inside out, and upside down, long ago. M. Spenlow smiled as I became modestly wam on the subject, and then agued this question with me as he had agued the othe. He said, what was it afte all? It was a question of feeling. If the public felt that thei wills wee in safe keeping, and took it fo ganted that the office was not to be made bette, who was the wose fo it? Nobody. Who was the bette fo it? All the Sinecuists. Vey well. Then the good pedominated. It might not be a pefect system; nothing was pefect; but what he objected to, was, the insetion of the wedge. Unde the Peogative Office, the county had been gloious. Inset the wedge into the Peogative Office, and the county would cease to be gloious. He consideed it the pinciple of a gentleman to take things as he found them; and he had no doubt the Peogative Office would last ou time. I defeed to his opinion, though I had geat doubts of it myself. I find he was ight, howeve; fo it has not only lasted to the pesent moment, but has done so in the teeth of a geat paliamentay epot made (not too willingly) eighteen yeas ago, when all these objections of mine wee set foth in detail, and when the existing stowage fo wills was descibed as equal to the accumulation of only two yeas and a half moe. What they have done with them since; whethe they have lost many, o whethe they sell any, now and then, to the butte shops; I don’t know. I am glad mine is not thee, and I hope it may not go thee, yet awhile. I have set all this down, in my pesent blissful chapte, because hee it comes into its natual place. M. Spenlow and I falling into this convesation, polonged it and ou saunte to and fo, until we Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield diveged into geneal topics. And so it came about, in the end, that M. Spenlow told me this day week was Doa’s bithday, and he would be glad if I would come down and join a little picnic on the occasion. I went out of my senses immediately; became a mee divelle next day, on eceipt of a little lace-edged sheet of notepape, ‘Favoued by papa. To emind’; and passed the intevening peiod in a state of dotage. I think I committed evey possible absudity in the way of pepaation fo this blessed event. I tun hot when I emembe the cavat I bought. My boots might be placed in any collection of instuments of totue. I povided, and sent down by the Nowood coach the night befoe, a delicate little hampe, amounting in itself, I thought, almost to a declaation. Thee wee cackes in it with the tendeest mottoes that could be got fo money. At six in the moning, I was in Covent Gaden Maket, buying a bouquet fo Doa.
