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206 accompany to the altar an old Belgian gentleman on whom she had passed herself off as a Russian Princess, — | M. Dumont, the Gendarme, is now a Captain in his favorite corps; and from a letter which Mr. Pickwick has lately re- ceived from him, it is anticipated that he will shortly pay a visit to Dulwich Lodge. One thing is very certain, that if he should. come to England, he ‘will be received by Mr, Pickwick with the utmost hospitality and the sincerest welcome. ia Mr. Septimus Chitty has lately discovered that his case does not come within the meaning of the Statute of Limitation ; in- asmuch as during the time he has resided abroad, his ¢reditors have not had an op- portunity of enforcing execution against his body in England. He has therefore sent oyer to tender the handsome and equitable composition of three half-pence in the pound, a production of his, Zhe Creation, having been printed and published, a mem- orable occurrence, which produced him an. immediate and net benefit of six pounds sixteen and sixpence. Snodgrass, he observes: “dea pax—my piece, is at length in print. -Ambulator— Walker—has just done reading it—fecit legens—and declares that it runs as smooth- ly as possible. All I want is to have it advertised in the London papers; but I could not think of asking you to go to that expense for me. However, 1 send youa copy of the advertisement—and if you know any one—allum unum—who will, I shall be very much obliged. Padeher bene —Farewell !” erate : Mr. Scuttle still resides in Paris, and is still guilty of an occasional absence of mind. The last error of the kind of which ol a ein ; a we are informed, was as ridiculous as. any. The unlucky gentle- of its predecessors. man was making himself some gruel.in his bed-chamber just before he retired to his peaceful couch ; and in a momentary fit of oblivion, he put the china basin upon his head and poured the liquid into his night- cap. He did not discover his error till the gruel ran through and scalded his toes. Mr. Lipman and Mr. Jopling also remain in Paris, of which they consider themselves to be amongst the foremost of the living ornaments. © They pursue a systematic mode which keeps them in good health, |- and prevents them from becoming corpu- lent and unwieldy—the grand secret, of PICKWICK ABROAD. oer In a letter to Mr. | ¥ ; < ie, ” frequent abstinence from food. They now. and then—that is to say, about five nights out of the week—sleep in the various guard- houses of the French metropolis; anything in the shape of luxuries, such as beds and bolsters, forming no portion of their pres ° ent strict regime. They wash and break. fast at the prti2 pumps, and not unfre- quently take their tea there also. Being moreover very much put to their shifts, they haye given up shirts altogether, As they study comfort rather than appearance, and it being now the warm season of the year, they have no crowns to their hats, and their shoes possess certain convenient ventilating apertures at the toes, in order that those members may enjoy the full ben- efit of the refreshing breezes,—at least, such were the reasons which they gave for their singular appearance, to Mr. Scuttle, the last time that gentleman met them. But Messieurs Lipman and Jopling are very eccentric young men, and will no doubt; amidst other facetious jokes, one day take to sweeping some respectable crossing. Mr. Hook Walker has lately taken up his abode altogether with his particular friend, Mr. Septimus Chitty, whose produc- tions it is a part of his system to admire and praise to the skies. But we are afraid that Mr. Walker is not so sincere as he “na might be; for a few weeks ago, when he | had received a remittance from some lucky quarter, and was standing treat, because Mr, Chitty happened to take it into his head to imitate the four winds over again, Mr. Walker exclaimed, in the least ceremo- nious manner in the world, “D—n Zhe Ore- ation, Chitty: drink your grog, and eat the oysters, and make that horrible moaning noise afterwards. It isn’t a part of my system to be fond of such music at meals.” —Mr. Chitty declared that this was the unkindest cut—malignissimus scondo—o1 all. | on Toe Mr. Wegsworth Muffley pursues. his lit- erary avocations at this moment, and, we believe, with the same success which he al- ways experienced. A few days ago he met Mr. Snodgrass in the Strand; whereupon the following dialogue ensued: > “Well—how gets on your new book ?” asked Mr. Snodgrass, alludmg to - he Zrip to Greenwich. — Bano | “Qh! admirably,” was the answer. “I see it everywhere.” “Indeed !” cried Mr. Snodgrass. “ What their hygeian plan consisting in long and ' —in the circulating libraries?” _ . r aa CORMIELOO© (©) (C(O)