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° ae Mi 4s. @ am " “ Pi, % BIOKWIOK ABROAD. 4 : we , %. te their appearance, a “forth on our travels to depart, received the following kind effa- sion'from Snodgrass, written on “pink paper which had been perfumed with musk. Mem—is the first specimen of his poetic genius I ever saw; but I always knew*he _ Was a po ndee od I always ae 50,— "and my Td ania prepared to "it assured us that he is “ _— better a st as we were about | public than if he had kept a pike. f Coul not help eines the notice to travellers — ‘ ‘ that is painted in large letters over the me door of old Mr. noe inn, 7 a as follo cit”: b> ion - n ¢*. aa Thi sis t ouse of Tony W eller— | 7 Good stabling,—good beds,—and good cellar; All them as enters in it, f : ‘Would ne stay an our than a ee Sons . ‘> oe hou t as much... La? ed reign lands to pass ; itiless, you leave to pine four own sincere Snodgrass ! Upon the paper, | Fan ae immortal man ! {tis thine » + » | Strongly susp Snodgrass wrote this: very much in his The grammar may : have been verve ted by the artizan who vf printed the letters. Nothing but poetry | to- Took a glass of ale with old Mr. Weller to dripk his health—a ditto of bitters to ’ correct the acidity of the ale—and a ditto of hot brandy-and-water to keep us warm, outside the con Tupman insisted upon ¥ the old lady’s ng a glass of ditto also. I did not see the necessity of he Winkle . joined us in each ditto. > one Unfortunate gentleman, hd ‘ola nears “Gp! us, suddenly recollected he had forgotten his ee He had known me intimately unger days ;—dined with my un he sd , fourteen years ago, with whom he , ft his watch, and had never called for it since. Conversation turning on heraldic blazonry, unfortunate gentleman told me that his uncle’s escutcheon bore the arms of Lombardy. Man of some rank, I suppose. Asked me if I could lend him a guid. As- sured him I did not carry tobacco about with me. Informed me that he had had a great many yellow-boys at his command once. A slave-owner, I presume. Lent him a sovereign: and ‘Sam afterwards as- % And on ry nila | prayer unite For Tupman, you, : inkle! > ‘ “* Go —Pickwiek, go! ’Tis thine to brave fe The perils ‘of the dhep . Wa, oh' while thou art « ba ‘the wave, May whales and sword-fish sleep! -. Thy mission is divinely plann’d— + Angels have echo’d, ‘ Up, man! Go forth unto a foreign ‘lan | With Winkle and with Tupman ? ») “Illustrious nape es! But thou, bright etar, To thee ten millions raise . , Admiring eyes—on thee afar _ Mankind is pleased to gaze! "h And Fame is ready to recite Thed that thou shalt tell her; ely | Great planet! with thy satellite, Th’ immortal Samuel Weller ! « “ Pickwick ! with Winkl thy s ~ And Tupman as los thy spear “Armies of French thou need’st ear To combat in the field. * And when your foes, to danger blind, Lie scattered on the sod-grass, laureate poet thou shalt find rm In me—Augustus Snodgrass ! rm “ Wen thou art roaming far away, n search of fresh renown, hile I hear thy name each day Phe topic of the town ; sured me that it was nothing but a go.» By : “Dull as a rush-light that ae As if it had ap tte at appears x this he meant trick. Full of playfol syno- : * " ’Tis mine to pass the day in tears " nyms, that Sam | " During thine eeeny Pickwick !” Stopped and dined at Canterbuty._ Bad ry « Read this effusion three times. Tupman, tather angry. at being taken for a shield,— nought it alluded to. the width of his per- on. Winkle inhigh spirits at the allusion his courage. After all, Snodgrass is a very clever fello v At length safely mounted on the top of the coach, Tupman next. to an old lady to whom he has _alreg eady c ffered a biscuit, and Sam regaling the guard from a case- bottle ia of brandy. Pepper at Shooters’ Hill, ller, who, in his own | This guide was a human being. w old Mr. pcs native and original language, ! Canterbury ~— al is a very handsome time to visit the cathedral, so we \ tened, thither, as the coach will n Hs longer than a certain time. Missed our way. Stepped up to a beggar who was holding a dog by a string, at the corner of a street, and offered him sixpence if he |. iuiald show us the way. Beseus replied that he couldn’t, but that his dog would. Looked at him in astonishment, and dis covered that he was blind. Gave him some half-pence, declined to deprive him of se clever a guide, and found another. ——_ ~ = COMICOOokKS. com