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. r — pointment—Mr. Bovi remarked that it was an excellent turkey of which he was) eating, and then declared himself to be in’ error, as it was a fowl—and.the gendarme drank raw brandy with the conductor of the diligence, ie? “Fine mornin’, sir,” said Mr. Weller, touching his hat, and addressing himself to a < 4 his master, during the last five minutes of the prescribed att dar, and when the tray ellers were about to resume their respective seats in pt aaa ine. mornin’, sir.” “Nice an frosty, Sara,” returned Mr. Pickwick, whose. nose was blue witl cold. “Healthy weather, this.” "-€ And oprenae sir,” “as the boy said ven he turned the cat out out her skin in the dog-days.”, “Pleasant travelling, this, Sam,” observed Mr. Pickwick, smiling at his faithful serv- ant’s remark. phn Wery, sir,” answered that gentleman. doesn’t stand no chance o’ gettin’ von’s brains dashed. out on account o’ extra we- f locity; and the osses gets along at a gen- teel and tidy pace. There’s a gen’leman in the im-perial along vith me as comes to Paris every fortnit or so.” » 2 “Some great traveller, I presume,” said Mr. Pickwick ; “ or the correspondent of a om o- r newspaper—or a speculator in the fuuds—” “Out again, sir,” as the parson said to his pipe,” returned Mr. Weller. “ He'agsmug- gler, sir.” » Be “ A ‘smuggler !” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands. “Yes, sir. vatchesy and French gloves, and other small articles in the same vay.” | Mr. wee. explanation was. cut short by the arrival of the conductewr, and when the'trayellers were again ensconced in their respective seats, the uiligence proceeded towards Paris. - Nothing of any consequence occurred during the remainder of the journey. The endarme amused his fellow-travellers with variety of interesting anecdotes ; and Mr, Iphus Crashem put them in possession f many important facts relative to his own amily and the community of Turks amongst whom he had ae He occasionally ok them to Mor and proved hit Algiers, or Tunis, . lf one of the great- est living travellers. At about six o’clock in the evening, the gcumaperes the first city in the world by the Faubourg St. Denis, At the bar- ” v o> a * p re, ® , os . PIOKWICK ABROAD. :” added Mr. Weller, smuggler as deals in French bagg ” if . 3 " ’ F » 3 >, “ ¥ o p, % . aT riers, the custom-house iceman | had any thing in their posses- the passengers ha . ‘ion tala which duty might be demanded; and onr ecelying answers in the negative, the ersed t agers streets, the shops grad- ually became more magnificent, the build- _ings more imposing, and the eqnipages more numerous; and when the diligence crossed the boulevards, a single glance on either side convinced the traveller that he was | penetrating into the heart of a mighty, a great, anda populous city. With amazing rapidity did the diligence proceed towards the place of its destination, amongst a crowd of carts, hackuey-coaches, cabriolets, ce. ; and in due time it turned into the spacious yard of, the Messageries of Laffitte and Cai ard, in Rue St. Honoré: \ The baggage was speedily unpacked— the fares paid by the cashier whom Mr. Adolphus Crashem had so prudently elect- ed—and a hackney-coach was speedily pro- cured, M. Dumont, who had apparently conceived a great ieee for Mr. Pick- wick, handed that gentleman his card ere he took leave ; and Mr. Boozie, who, upon the express invitation of Mr. Crashem, had agreed to the pazty and accompany them to Meurice’s hotel, was rescued from a quarrel with the conductor of the dili- gence, the said Mr. Boozie haying declared that he had paid the whole of his fare, and only recollecting his mistake and pronounc- ing himself “under an error,” when the clerk at the office was about to detain his i, e.," ‘By the aid of a hackney-coach, the three Pickwickians, Mr. Crashem, Mr. Boozie, and Mr. Weller were conveyed to that queen of streets, the Rue de Rivoli, and were set down at the very gate of that prince of car- avanserays, Meurice’s hotel. It is true th M. Cailliez, the manager of that splendid establishment for the widow, whose occu- pations are rather those of love than busi- ness, made a slight grimace when he saw a simple hackney-coach instead of a tray- elling-carriage stop at the entrance of the © . hotel; but his countenance immediately changed and assumed an expression of andness and satistaction, when the re- spectable form of Mr. Pickwick emerged to view. Itis also true—and we will not at- tempt to deny the fact—that Mr. Pickwick’s expressive face was spotted with mud— that his hair was unkempt, and his beard unshaven—that his shoes wanted blacking GOmilGebooe <S co mn