Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 60: what you’re looking at

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32 PICKWICK ABROAD. there «re—mind, I don’t mean to say there.are many—but there are some who affect not to believe in our existence at all ae ‘“* How wery perwokin’, ain't it?” said Mr. Weller, in deep sympathy with the unhappy ghost. ‘* But vy doesn’t you and your friends, their honours the gtoastesses, make yourselves less scaice, and more wisible to the public f”’ ‘* All that’s of no use,”’ exclaimed the old man ; “ for if we do appear to some one in the dead of night, it is immediately set down to a dis- ordered imagination or a bad digestion. I myself appeared four times lust year to the Lord Mayor; and the papers attributed it merely to an excess Which the c. vic monarch had committed in eating too much of the green fat of turtle. So you see, it is of no use!” added Mr. Dibble with a profound sigh. ‘“Wery bad state o’ things, this,” observed Mr. Weller, while the ghost dipped his hand into the snuff-barrel ; ‘‘ wery !” “So it is, my dear Samuel,” echoed the ghost.—‘ But it is getting late now—and the night-air does not agree with me very well—and [ must get up early to wash out my shirt—so good night, my dear fellow, and thank you kindly for your agreeable company !”" With these words the ghost stretched himself upon the floor of the cabin, and soon snored aloud. Mr. Weller imitated his example, and laying himself flat on his back upon the hard planks, he also was soon wrapped in the arms of slumber. But what was his astonishment, whien, awaking at anearly hour on the following morning, he found him- self stretched in the middle of the Violon, his back aching most vio- lently, and bearing ample testimony to the discomfort of the couch on which he had reposed. The very natural and probable conclusion to which Mr. Weller came, when he mentally reviewed the adventures of the night, was that he had dreamt a very singular and remarkable dream. At the saire timre he recollected a certain wild legion, touching and econ- cerning the North-Foreland Light, which the captain of the steam-ves- sel had narrated to him the day before ; he also recalled to his miad that, as he traversed the Grande Place in the train that attended his illustrious master, he had seen a conjuror, in a harlequin’s attize, performing certain strange and wild antics to the great amusement of a small cfowd of three grown-up people and two small boys; and as his head was subsequently full of gendarmes, and solitary s ips, and a host of ut ideas, it was no longer astonishing if his fertile imagina- ‘tron should have worked the whole up into a connected and con- tinu--ts series of adventures. He was nevertheless determined tc keep the tale to himeelf—a resolution to whieh he faithfully atrered tril he confided it to us in secret a short time back. CORNICLOG @ Si Co