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“sy . {92 ous Mr. Pickwick bas, the hand, to witness his departure. “T really envy you your return to Eng: land,” said Mr. Chitty to Mr. Winkle: “ you will see your melous dimidium—better half, once more, and will again enjoy the endear- ments of home.” “T should like to take some claret back with me,” observed Mr. Winkle, “as well as gloves and eau-de-cologne.” “ Alas!’ resumed Mr. Septimus Chitty ; “when the unjust persecutions of my ene- mies in England shall have ceased, I may myself hope to return to my native land.” “And will they terminate soon—these persecutions of which you are talking ?” asked Mr. Winkle. “Tn seven years—by the statute of limi- tation,” was the answer—an explanation which reminded Mr. Winkle that the unre- lenting enemies complained of were nothing more nor less than certain tailors, boot-ma- kers, hatters, &c., who, when grouped to- eether, are termed “creditors” But we never yet heard a man speak well of the people who had trusted him, and who mere- ly wished to recover the amounts due to them: and even in the English debtors’ prisons, there is not a soul who (according to his own account) either owes a farthing or ought to be there. “You will have a beautiful day for travel- ling,” remarked Mr. Wegsworth Mufiley to Mr. Pickwick. “It was just such weather as this, when I set out last year upon my célebrated: Hampshire tour, starting from London to Portsmouth in a vehicle and four horses.” _“ Ah!'a coach, I presume,” said Mr. Pick- wick. “No, it was s not, » veturned the traveller, - PICKWICK me ceein na 5 Was it not?” cried the gentleman thus appeaieg) to. “How did you get, rw Lip- man ¢@ 9 ve “Oh! Bike and [reeled holla together, didn’t we? cried Mr. Lipman, “It was our system,” answered Mr, Hook Walker. “But I broke my violin in a scuffle. as we went along the streets. That, how- ever, was not a part of my usual system; It appears that Mr. Walker had regaled x his friends with a little music at their ‘own residence on the previous evening, and that * being eventually tired of playing the part of fiddler, he got as drunk as one, by way of a change, “Tsay, Snodgrass, my dear fe low,” hie pered Mr. Lipman to that gentleman, “ you couldn’t do mea little favor, could you?” “What is it?” demanded Mr. Snodgrass, ; “ Why—I have got a small balance in the hands of my London bankers, Aldgate, Pump, and Company, Whitechapel; and if you could do me the favor to cash my cheque upon them, I should esteem it avery: or eat obligation that I lay myself under to you, said Mr. Lipman. “It’s only fifteen pound, ten, and seven-pence halt. Penys added Mr. Lipman, taking a popular, a therefore dirty song-book from, his ot, and pretending to refer to it as if it wigs aie) bankers’ account. “To tell you the truth,” said Mr. Shoals crass, who was by this time tired of 1 ending and advancing monies, the interest even of which he never heard of—much less saw, 4 I am rather short myself, and—” five, I suppose.” * «A four-in hand, I dare say, then,” @X- claimed our hero, with a cunning smile, as if he had guessed.a great secret. Hai Wrong again,” cried Mr. Mufiley, provok- ingly. a4 “ What was it then? a post-chaise and four ” 3 “N o—the waggon,” answered Mr, Muff | ley. In the meantime three gentlemen, wie were seated together at one end of the table, were making a desperate attack upon the cold meat and hot rolls, and their tongues worked as freely as their jaws the whole time. “Wasn't that a spree last night, Jopling ?” asked one. “Well, well, no matter,” interrupted Mr. ¢ You can cash my cheque for a ” began Mr. Snod- Lipman. Re Really, my dear Sir— grass, “Well—say two.pun’ ten, » cried My. Lipman. “My travelling expenses—” “Lend us a guinea, then, and thare'a an end of it,’ said Mr. Lipman, by way of © clinching file matter at once. | Mr. Snoder: ass tendered the twenty-six francs demanded, but Mr. Lipman. by some | unaccountable oversight, forgot to tender the cheque upon the eminent and wealthy firm of Aldgate, Pump, and Company. “You will not forget your promise about poor Anastasie, *said Mr. Tupman, in a whis~ per to. Mr. Hook Walker. “ and Pickwick will take care that you shall receive regu. larly the sum we have agreed upon—” be» ‘ ge f 10)(OO) (9) (C(O) So(CO) im