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s ae - ' iCapitaloeh! ait it Bacar ae - Tin Gertain you're one of us, afd all this. oe in fun. Ha! ha! talking hedinst de ‘just -as yo ou fill the glasses ! ucker's 2” fr, Knackers: replied in the affirmative ; lke as aie those gentleman firmly be- een ‘gel Wet hd moral injunctions d only: emanated in the desire of amuse- ‘ment,#they told him: to “hold his cursed jaw” when he prepared to continue his dis- ur il requested Mr. Winkle to favor a with a song. With this solicitation, le could®not however comply ; and wal proposed that he should r. ee on the glovi This suggestion, threw fs ac ers into convulsions of laughter ; and illiam, the waiter, having produced boxing-gloves, Mr. Winkle’s hands were into them in. moment, and he ras led into the middle of the room, he a ring was immediately formed by | c other frequenters of the tavern who were present ; and Mr. Porrett prepared to spar with him. These movements were so suddenly re- solved upon, and so quickly executed, that Mr. Pickwi is incapacitated by ebtial polars f interfering in his friend’s bebalf and Mr. Weller, in obedience ‘to his | , did not himself asters “previo ut meddle passing. » Indeed, | anything that was icious commentator upon ‘this circumstance slily observes, that Sam ¢ of his master’s injunction as an excuse for not putting an immediate teFmination to the amusement. “Now then, look sharp,” roared Mr. Por- rett ; and | he began sparring away like clotk-works” Mr. ‘Winkle instinctively raised his hands to pre ‘ak his face; and as he accidentally |. laced) them in a very good position, Mr. or vett' 8 ee ation’ ofhis oppopetty science was not a little excited. “Go it, my boys,” roared three ‘or four English eqhanice who were resent. “That's a ummy one,” cried Mr. Knack- ers, as Mr. Porrett. dropped his right glove into Mr. inkle’s left eye, and then just touched Mr. Winkle yon his left hand un- _ der the right e: am |” i ree Mr. Pickwick, at le gth recovering the use of his speech; “call in the police,” “Tt’s all over tama mar cedithat indivi levelled Mr. Wink! with the ground. slr,” V ry ‘coolly re- , just Mr. Porrett P pently and quietly PICKWICK ABROAD - 131 But at that moment the police;*without waiting to be called in at all, made its ap- pearance in the shape of a town-sergeant, who, passing by the place at the time, and hearing a dreadful disturbance within, thought it prudent to investigate the. par- ticulars of the riot. As soon as the offici cocked hat was descried, Mr. Knackersiand Mr. Porrett plumped down into their pla- ces, and resumed their attacks upon the punch, as if they had been doing nothing else for the preceding two hours ; ‘Mr. Pick- wick commenced a harangue in English, to exculpate both his friend and domestic; Mr. pe sought concealment and refuge j in first place that presented itself eonve- i to his view; and Mr. Samuel Wel- ler bestowed a eracious and patronizing non upon the police officer, who, finding ie there was nothing to occupy his. offi- attention, took a drop of brandy at the bar, paid for it, chucked the girl, who sery- ed him, under the chin, and then strolled leisurely. out of the tavern. “Now, then, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, “IT have had ‘enough of these gentlemen and of your friends’ "society, Let us return home at once. Where is Mr, Winkle?” ~ Mr. Weller made use of his eyes, but Mr. Winkle was nowhere to be seen. “This is very odd,” continued Mr, Pie wick; “I am certain he did not depart by the door.” %, “Mr. Vinkle! Mr, Vinkle!” cried Sam; “vhere be you? gone, and now you may make your ap+ pearance vith all manners o’ safety.” “I'm here!” cried a distant and ic melancholy voice. “ Where ?” exclaimed-Mry Pickwick. “ Vhere ?” shouted Mr. Weller. “Here,” returned the voice; then in & moment another “here!” was uttered a _ | little more plainly: and, in the course of half a minu from the chi “What! is thet you, Winkle ? said Mr Pickwick, uncertain whether to befieve his eyes. a ” “Yes—here I am, ‘Rhawered that gem tleman ; and, in another second, the entire flies. pair of legs descended form of the illustrious Pickwickian emerged . a the chimney, all besmeared with soot irt, and ‘with the boxing ele still oh his hands. “Ts it possible ” em Mr. Pick , wick, surveying his luckless friend from top to toe: “do you really mean. to say, sir, * f The Johnny Darmy’s ¥ ’ x ; ECOnniclooolks (C@)