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( 376 ) CHAPTER XLVI. A MOST INTERESTING CHAPTER, IN WHICH CERTAIN PARTICULARS AND DISCOURSES, WHICH IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO DETAIL AT THE HEAD, ARE VERY PROPERLY AND LUCIDLY PRESENTED TO THE READER. Tue reader has yet to be informed of the motives which induced Mr. Snodgrass to visit France. He received a letter from his respected and venerable friend, Mr. Pickwick, in which that gentleman’s inten- tions relative to Mrs. Weston were duly mentioned, and which termi- nated with an invitation to be present at the wedding. The eventful day had been fixed; and we now bring our readers to it, specifying at the same time, for the behoof of posterity, that it was the Fourth of October, 1835. We said that we should introduce our readers to this day, or the day to them—it matters but little. Suffice it to say, that in imitation of other days, this one dawned, and that 1t was ushered in big with the fate of Pickwick and of Weston! ‘¢ What sort of a morning is it, Sam?” enquired Mr. Pickwick, as that gentleman entered his master’s apartment, at an earlier hour than usual, ‘“‘ Rayther foggy, Sir,” was the reply ; ‘‘ but good enough for the purpose, I des say, as the gen’leman observed ven he took the blun- derbuss to blow his brains out vith. How d’ye feel yourself this mornin’, Sir?” “Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, mysteriously beckoning his servant to draw near the bed. : “Vell, Sir,” said Mr. Weller; “you ain’t a-goin’ for to funk now, and make a hobject o’ yourself for all your friends to pint at, air you ?”’ enquired the faithful domestic. ‘Tell me, Sam,” continued Mr. Pickwick, speaking in a low tone of voice; ‘‘ how did you feel the day you were married ?” ‘“ Vy, preshus qveer, Sir,” answered Mr. Weller; “cos I'd drunk such a nation lot 0’ Ginness’s stout to keep my sperets up, that I’m blessed if ] knew vether I vos standin’ on my head or my heels. A wery excitin’ day it is vith us all, Sir, as the thief said ven he vos goin’ to be hung.” : , ‘Well, I think it is, Sam,’’ observed Mr. Pickwick. ‘‘ Has the tailor sent home my new clothes 2?” he “Tights, veskitt, coat, gaiters, and all,” returned Mr. Weller, point- ing to a chair on which the articles he had just enumerated, Jay; “‘ an’ a new tile a-hangin’ on the peg outside o’ the door. Do you know, Sir, vot the gen’leman said to t’other gen’leman as threat. ened to give him a good volloping for cheatin’ at cards ?” ‘No: what did he say, Sam?” enquired Mr. Pickwick. ‘*“T say my wery partickler and independent frend,’ says von gen’le- nan to t’other, Ill jist give you a good dressin’, I vill,,—‘ And wery much obleeged I shall be if you do,’ says t’other, ‘cos I’m blow’d if my tailor vill,’—That’s the story, Sir,’ added Mr. Weller Eomicbooks.com ae si Se . me al * Ps pe i => ot — j