Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 94: what you’re looking at

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PICKWICK ABROAD. &} CHAPTER XI. A FEW COMMENTS ON THE BREACH MENTIONED IN THE LAST CHAPTER, THE TABLE-D HOTE AT MEURICES HOTEL IN PARIS.—MR, PICKWICK, ACCOMPANI£D BY MR. WINKLE AND MR. BOOZIE, VISITS MR. ADOL- PHUS CRASHEM IN HIS NEW QUARTERS.——MR. LIPMAN AND MR. JOPLING. Mr, Pickwick did not deem it at all necessary to make Mr. Winkle acquainted with the breach that had ere now taken place between himself and Mr.’Tupman—that memorable breach which had for its only precedent, in extent of gravity and importance to the world in general, the well-known quarrel between Tox and Burke on the subject of the French Revolution. A commentator might with truth observe, that tne coimcidence is most smgular—four of the greatest men, that ever lived, being thus divided and disaffected on account of French affairs, concerning which there was a trifling difierence of opinion. The most glorious revolution that ever was eventually sullied by the miseuided minds of tyrants and monsters—and the loveliness of a beautiful French girl, were sufficient, the one to alienate a Burke from a Fox, and the other a Tupman from a Pickwick! As the pen of the faithful historian traces these characters on the undying page which records the deeds of those whose fame will never be extinguished, his hand trembles—a tear steals down his countenance—a sigh escapes his breast—and he feels more than half inclined to moralize on the instability of friendship. But second thoughts, and a sense of the duty he owes mankind in general, duce him to forego such digression for the present, and continue uninterruptedly the thread of his bio- graphical narrative. ** Doesn't Tupman dine with us to-day?” enquired Mr. Winkle, savouring the sowpe a la julienne, and appealing to Mr. Pickwick. * I fancy he has an appointment,” responded that gentleman, with a suppressed sigh. ‘“* Didn’t we get through a lot of business to-day ?” continued Mr. Winkle, after a slight pause. Mr. Pickwick replied in the affirmative, and made some comments on the vastness of the commercial transactions they had cpened with two great houses in Paris. ) “But what shall we do with ourselves this evening?” interrupted Mr. Boozie, when he had swallowed a very large glass of wine, and poured out another. “I think—no, I don’t, though—I only ima- gine—’’ ‘“¢What?” enquired Mr. Pickwick. “That it would be but charitable,’’ answered Mr. Boozie, “if we were to call upon that poor devil Crashem. Siras—no, it ain’t—what a confounded fib I was te!ling!—Tims, I mean, said there would be a devil of a spree going on there this evening.” ‘¢ Private theatricals, I suppose ?’”’ observed Mr. Pickwick. ““Oh! no,” explained Mr. Boozie, “‘I told an untruth, if I said that; he only meant drinking, smoking, singing, and all that sort of (E@) = ? oOo?) thing!” : & PA alle Comichbooks ’