Charles Dickens (Charles John Huffam Dickens) came to this world on the 7th of Feb,1812, and was raised in Landport, Portsmouth. Sir Dicken was the 2nd of 8 children to his father John Dickens who was a clerk in the Navy Pay Office, and his wife Elizabeth Dickens. In 1814 the Dickens family shifted to London and after 2 years they went to Chatham, Kent, where Charles spent his childhood. Due to the financial crisis, they migrated back to London in 1822, where they settled in Camden Town.
THE TURNING POINT IN CHARLES DICKEN'S LIFE :
The most defining moment of Dickens's life that transformed him totally occurred when he was 12 years old. His father John, who had a difficult time managing money and was constantly in debt, was imprisoned in the Marshalsea debtor's prison in 1824. Because of this, Charles was withdrawn from school and compelled to work in a warehouse that handled 'blacking' or shoe polish to back support the family. This undriven experience left profound psychological and sociological effects on Charles's life forever. It gave him an everlasting acquaintance with poverty and made him the most vigorous and influential voice of the working classes of his age. It's rightly been said that "Time teaches us the great Lessons of Life and so do an empty pocket, an empty stomach, and an empty mind".
Bur after some months, Dickens's father came out of the prison, and Charles was sent to school. At the age of 15, his formal education ended and he found employment as an office boy at an attorney's, while he studied shorthand at night. From the year 1830, he served as a shorthand reporter in the courts and afterward as a parliamentarian and reporter.
A poem by Charles Dickens :-
THE SONG OF THE WRECK
By: Charles Dickens (1812-1870)
HE wind blew high, the waters raved,
A ship drove on the land,
A hundred human creatures saved
Kneel'd down upon the sand.
Threescore were drown'd, threescore were thrown
Upon the black rocks wild,
And thus among them, left alone,
They found one helpless child.
A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred,
Stood out from all the rest,
And gently laid the lonely head
Upon his honest breast.
And traveling o'er the desert wide
It was a solemn joy,