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Samuel Weller makes a Pilgrimage to Dorking, and beholds his Mother-in-law

           Stiggins;IWILLsayyouAREanexcellentmancomeandsithere,forhourstogether,andithasnottheleasteffectuponhim.’‘Well,thatisodd,’saidSam;‘it’udhaveaweryconsiderableeffectuponme,ifIwosinhisplace;Iknowthat.’

           ‘Thefactis,myyoungfriend,’saidMr.Stigginssolemnly,‘hehasanobderratebosom.Oh,myyoungfriend,whoelsecouldhaveresistedthepleadingofsixteenofourfairestsisters,andwithstoodtheirexhortationstosubscribetoournoblesocietyforprovidingtheinfantnegroesintheWestIndieswithflannelwaistcoatsandmoralpocket-handkerchiefs?’

           ‘What’samoralpocket-ankercher?’saidSam;‘Ineverseeoneo’themarticleso’furniter.’

           ‘ThosewhichcombineamusementWithinstruction,myyoungfriend,’repliedMr.Stiggins,‘blendingselecttaleswithwood-cuts.’

           ‘Oh,Iknow,’saidSam;‘themashangsupinthelinen-drapers’shops,withbeggars’petitionsandallthat‘ereupon’em?’

           Mr.Stigginsbeganathirdroundoftoast,andnoddedassent.‘Andhewouldn’tbepersuadedbytheladies,wouldn’the?’saidSam.

           ‘Satandsmokedhispipe,andsaidtheinfantnegroeswerewhatdidhesaytheinfantnegroeswere?’saidMrs.Weller.

           ‘Littlehumbugs,’repliedMr.Stiggins,deeplyaffected.

           ‘Saidtheinfantnegroeswerelittlehumbugs,’repeatedMrs.Weller.

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