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After old Weller's hoarse and guttural cry from the gallery, "Put it down a wee, my lord," in answer to the inquiry whether the immortal surname was to be spelt with a V. or a W.; Sam's quiet "I rayther suspect it was my father, my lord," came with irresistible effect from the Reader, as also did his recollection of something "wery partickler" having happened on the memorable morning, out of which had sprung the whole of this trial of Bardell v.

The Blue Lion tap was soon gained, and the fat boy swallowed a glass of liquor without so much as winking a feat which considerably advanced him in Mr. Weller's good opinion. Mr. Weller having transacted a similar piece of business on his own account, they got into the cart. 'Can you drive? said the fat boy. 'I should rayther think so, replied Sam.

'There was something behind the door, Sir, which perwented our getting it open, for ever so long, Sir, replied Sam. And this was the first passage of Mr. Weller's first love. Having accomplished the main end and object of his journey, by the exposure of Jingle, Mr.

Like Topsy, perhaps it 'growed. Like the late Lord Beaconsfield on a famous occasion, 'on the side of the angels. Like Brer Rabbit, 'To lie low and say nuffin. Like Oliver Twist, 'To ask for more. Like Sam Weller's knowledge of London, 'extensive and peculiar. Like Napoleon, a believer in 'the big battalions.

Facts in support of Sudbury or Ipswich are quoted not only from the story itself, which is wild and wandering enough, but even from the yet wilder narratives which incidentally occur in the story, such as Sam Weller's description of how his father, on the way to Eatanswill, tipped all the voters into the canal. Pickwick.

Lowten had still to be ferreted out from the back parlour of the Magpie and Stump; and Job had scarcely accomplished this object, and communicated Sam Weller's message, when the clock struck ten. 'There, said Lowten, 'it's too late now. You can't get in to-night; you've got the key of the street, my friend. 'Never mind me, replied Job. 'I can sleep anywhere. But won't it be better to see Mr.

'Don't distress yourself on that account, said Mr. Pickwick; 'if he had one grain of the delicacy of feeling which distinguishes you, humble as your station is, I should have some hopes of him. Job Trotter bowed low; and in spite of Mr. Weller's previous remonstrance, the tears again rose to his eyes.

Weller, senior, preparing himself for his journey to London. He was sitting in an excellent attitude for having his portrait taken; and here it is. It is very possible that at some earlier period of his career, Mr. Weller's profile might have presented a bold and determined outline.

Pickwick from the prison by means of a piano without works may have been conceived in Mr. Weller's brain while resting in the "Belle Sauvage" and contemplating the prison wall. A portion of this picture showing the coach and the north side of Ludgate Hill, was published as a lithograph by Thomas McLean of the Haymarket. It gives the details of the inn entrance and the coach on a large scale.

'You mustn't handle your piece in that 'ere way, when you come to have the charge in it, Sir, said the tall gamekeeper gruffly; 'or I'm damned if you won't make cold meat of some on us. Mr. Winkle, thus admonished, abruptly altered his position, and in so doing, contrived to bring the barrel into pretty smart contact with Mr. Weller's head.

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