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ee PICKWICK ABROAD. 107 “My dear friends,” began Mr. Pickwick, | year or so ve'll jist see vot he’d take for his when Mr. Weller had left the room, “I am | bargain.” not sorry for the turn which the events of| “I hope that they will make a happy this morning have taken. I was about to| couple, Sam,” said the kind-hearted Mr. commit a folly—a most egregious folly, I | Pickwick. may say ss | “A friend o’ mine, as vos a huckster in “ No—no!” interrupted both Mr. Snod-| Cambervell,” returned Mr. Weller, “used grass and Mr. Winkle; while a very dubi- | to recite these lines venever any von taiked ous sound, something between a grunt and | to him o’ marriage: a short cough, emanated from the lips, or rather the throat, of Mr. Tupman. " ©Till the honey-moon is gone, “Yes, my dear friends,” continued Mr. wyPhy sock - Apye pode ns y Pickwick, softened almost to tears; but Then you doesn’t lie in clover.’ whether through the ejaculation of Messrs. Winkle and Snodgrass, or on account of the | I don’t know vether he made ’em his-self,” less affecting conduct of Mr. T'upman, does | added Mr. Weller; “ but wery pretty they not appear: “I should have lived to repent | air.” | the match. You see that Mrs. Weston is a “ Very, indeed, Sam,” answered Mr. Pick- versatile character, and easily swayed by | wick, somewhat abruptly. “But I still the influence of others: she is therefore a | maintain that Mrs. Siff kin, as we must now weak, though a well-meaning, woman. It | call her, is a very amiable, although a weak, is better as it is; and now let us dismiss | woman.” the subject from our nainds.” “A amiable ’ooman!” ejaculated Mr. At this moment Mr. Weller made his ap- | Weller: “so they all is afore marriage. pearance with the tray, which contained a| Butter ain’t nothin’ to the softness o’ their variety of good things. These were speed- | dis-positions, nor mild ale to their tempers.” ily arranged upon the table, together with | “ Let us now drop the subject of my late the Madeira that Mr. Pickwick had just | matrimonial views for ever,” said Mr. Pick- slightly alluded to. wick, in an authoritative tone of voice. “ Now, gen’lemen, pitch into ’em, as the | “ The lesson has been a salutary one to me; prize-fighters say,” exclaimed Mr. Weller.| and I am not too proud to acknowledge “T feel wery vell conwinced you must be | that I shall profit by it. At all events, we -a-hungry arter the excitin’ ewents o’ the | will drink to the’ happiness of the bride mornin’.” and the husband of her choice in a glass of “{T have not lost my appetite, for one,” | Madeira.” said Mr. Pickwick, whose countenance was The toast was accordingly drunk; and as good-humored as if nothing disagreeable | Mr. Tupman, who had sat uneasily on his had taken place, chair during the previous half-hour, looked “ Wery narrer es-cape you've had on it, | at his watch, and declared that he had an sir,” observed Mr. Weller; “wery narrer, | appointment to which he was compelled to indeed. Blow’d if I didn’t think yesterday | pay immediate attention. He accordingly that by this time you'd a-been spliced in in- | left his friends to enjoy themselves in each dissyHable bondage, as they say in fashion- | other’s society, while he hastened to trans- able langvidge, cos it’s more politer on ac- | act a little private business of his own. count o’ the hard vords, A wery near go| Geographers have thus traced the path it were, as the minister observed to old | pursued by the immortal Tracy Tupman George the Third, ven Bonaparte vos a-go- | on this occasion. He walked up the right- in’ to inwade England.” hand side of the Boulevards till he arrived “My foolish conduct in reference to that | at the Rue Nueve Saint Augustin, into woman,” said Mr. Pickwick, “will be the | which he turned; he then walked straight only thing in my life I shall ever have real , on to the Rue des Filles Saint Thomas, and cause to regret.” continued his way till he arrived in the “My father, sir,” observed Mr. Weller, | Place de la Bourse, where he halted for a “alvays svore as how a man vos a great | moment to admire the splendid building idiot if so be he married a vidder. But | which forms the Exchange of Paris. that there feller, Siff kin, as he calls his-self, For a few minutes did Mr. Tupman vill find out his mistake afore long. He's | stand to survey this magnificent edifice, made a old curiosity of his-self, an’ in a: which he had nevertheless often seen bes 8 4 EoOnmiclooolks (CO)