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‘266 Pickwick Abroad. distinguishing epithets of which not even the gigantic brain of « Pick- -wick could retaim. “‘ Beautiful !” said Mr. Hook Walker, who had been asleep the ‘whole time, when the discourse was brought to a conclusion. _ 6 Excellent!” cried Mr. Winkle, unable to comprehend three words of French. , “*‘ How very affecting!” exclaimed Mr. Tupman, as he wondered -whether dinner was nearly ready. _“ Brayvo, old chap!’ whispered Mr. Weller, respectfully alluding ‘to the clergyman. ‘“‘Rayther good, that !” ‘‘ Excessively tiresome!” said Mrs. Weston to her chaperon. ‘* Let the li ht of heaven, and of your eyes, fair lady, desert me,”’ returned Mr. Siffkin, ‘‘if I am not quite stupid with this discourse.” - So.indeed he was without it, but on that head Mrs. Weston did not ‘consider it necessary to enlighten hm. - ‘*T suppose they will now treat us with an anthem,’ observed Mr. Septimus Chitty, to Mr. Pickwick. ‘‘ Did you ever hear my ‘imitation of the organ ?”’ » Mr. Pickwick could not say thet he ever had. - “Qh! indeed,” observed Mr. Chitty, with a cunning smile. ‘I must give you a specimen after dinner; I’m certain you will be quite delighted with it.’ : : r. Pickwick made rather a singular face for a man who was anti- cipating the enjoyment of any promised treat ; but as the rural queen had by this time headed a procession which was to move from the church to the ball-room, the company left their seats, and our little party hastened to the inn where they had ordered their dinner. ‘‘'What a very pleasing ceremony,” remarked Mr. Pickwick, as they issued from the church. | ‘‘Eminently interesting,” acceded Mr. Hook Walker. . “6 ery beneficial to the morals of the young girls of the village and the neighbourhood,” continued Mr. Pickwick. | “It’s a pity that any-thing should ever happen to defeat the good purpose,” said Mr. Walker, calmly. What do you mean me to infer by that observation ?’”’ enquired Mr. Pickwick, somewhat sharply. ‘Only that the queen toszere of last year, produced a male heir to her dower and honours in a little less than six months after her coronation,” was the highly satisfactory and quiet answer. ‘‘ Accidents vill happen in.the best regilated families,” said Mr. ‘Weller; ‘“‘vich vos the remark made by the nobleman as had a brother hung at the Old Bailey.”’ ‘‘Sam,”’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. ‘‘ Vell, Sir,’”’ returned that faithful follower. “You need not join in the conversation till you are desired to do so,’ suggested his master. ‘“That’s vot I call a broad hint,” muttered Sam to himself, “as ° the gen’leman said ven they told him he’d stole the di’mond ring.”’ By this time the party had arrived at the inn, and ina few mmutes dinner was served up, tothe inexpressible delight of those who were desfined to partake of it. Mr. Weller was accommodated with a TOO KS q) COL (c@