The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 74: what you’re looking at

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THE STEAM PACKET, 49 —and the young lady would have wept, had not the packet at that moment got clear of a manure-barge which menaced it with a cons cussion, and the engines were again set in motion, As soon as the gallant steamer had worked its way through the shipping, it proceeded at a rapid rate; and the Luminaries dispersed themselves over the spacious deck, to watch those points of view which possessed any peculiar features of attraction calculated to inte- rest them individually. ‘<‘ There ’s Rotherhithe church, where I was married twenty years ago come Christmas,” said Mr. Tiptile, with asigh. ‘‘ Ah! I was young and handsome then !”’ _ “You’re wery much altered since that time, I’m afeard, sir,” ex- claimed a voice behind him; “‘ no von would ha’ knowed it, if you hadn’t ha’ said so.” ‘** Who are you, sir?’’ demanded Mr. Turnchurch, to whom Mr. Tiptile’s observation had originally been addressed. ** My name’s Mr. Tummas Gibbins, Eskvire, at your service, sir,” was the ready reply. ‘‘I ain’t got no card vith me; but p’raps you'll make a memmyrandum of it, if you’ve got a pencil in your pocket.” -““ And whose servant are you?” asked Mr. Tiptile, eyeing the intruder askance. “T okkipy the distingvished post of walley-de-sham to Captain Pentonweal, and a wery honourable gen’leman he is. Members o’ the House o’ Commons isn’t nothin’ to him.” With these words Tom turned lightly away, whistling a tune, and looking as independent and impudent as a New Policeman who has just overturned an apple-stall, or thrashed a small boy for causing an obstruction in the street, and‘impeding him in the execution of his duty. . “That Pentonville is a queer fellow, in my opinion,” said Mr, Tiptile: ‘‘ like master like man, you know.” ‘¢ Ves—I am afraid he is no good,” answered Mr. Turnchurch: ‘‘ but he has got on the weather side of old Pifpaf—there’s no doubt of that.” ‘¢ T don’t like that Pentonville at all,”’ continued Mr. Tiptile; “and much less too, after the insult his servant has just put upon me. Hows; ever, the first time the committee meets, 1’1l do something to annoy him—now, mark my words if I don’t!” | ‘¢T wish you would,” said Mr. Turnchurch; ‘‘ he crows it over ug citizens, with his frovuirel coat, and his Lord Néodleton | ! Ah! I my- self once knew a Polish refugee—a Count Vandeneski—who, however, strange to say, afterwards turned out to have been born in the county E (E@AMiicelorerol <S (E(0)