Penny Dreadfuls, 1857 · page 400 of 400
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PICKWICK ABROAD. | 38¢ It presents a perfect peristyle, with Corinthian columns all around, raised upon a basement of ten feet in height, The columns are sixty- ‘se UTAH HULA USANA 5 = Pepe hart 99 V8 1) = = — = = & = = 7. eee — — TT Cine } ae —~- <= Donne? —————— six in number, and form about the building one of the finest piazzas in the world. ‘The room set apart for the business of the Exchange 1s 125 feet long and 80 broad, and is capable of holding two thousand persons. “For afew minutes did Mr. Tupm=sn stand to survey this maguificent edifice, which he had nevertheless often seen before; and having com- pared his watch with the clock of the Exchange, he hurried onward towards the Rue Montmartre. When he was convinced that he had arrived in the right street, he cautiously examined the numbers on the gateways of the houses; and then pursued a certain direction to a certain address which he read upon a iittle card that he every now and then took from his pocket and referred to. During the whole of this extraordinary walk, Mr. Tupman’s countenance was animated in the extreme. At length Mr. Tupman stopped at a certain house, and asked the porter if no less a gentleman than Mr. W'iam Terry, the Matrimonial Advocate, were athome. His question hiving been understood with some little difficulty, an answer in the affirmative was given: and Mr. Tupman was requested to walk up a few flights of stairs, and he would see Mr. Terry’s name upon one of the doors. Ivery thing, like the prophecy of a fairy in an oriental romance, turned out as the porter had intimated: the door was up the stairs—the name was upon the door—and when the door was opened, it admitted Mr. Tupman, through a little hall, into a large parlour, where sate Mr. Wilham Terry in a cotton dressing-gown and a morocco-leather chair. “Your most obedient,’ cried Mr. William Terry, as soon as he espied his visitor. ~ *Punctual, am I not?” said Mr, Tupman, ~ ’ Eomichooks (E(0) m ~ ———— ee eos aa eee