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Mr. Weller the elder delivers some Critical Sentiments respecting Literary Composition; and, assiste

           

           ‘Clean!’repliedMr.Weller;‘neverleavesnothin’initbutthecorkandthesmell;trusthimforthat,Sammy.Now,theseherefellows,myboy,area-goin’to-nighttogetupthemonthlymeetin’o’theBrickLaneBrancho’theUnitedGrandJunctionEbenezerTemperanceAssociation.Yourmother-in-lawwosa-goin’,Sammy,butshe’sgottherheumatics,andcan’t;andI,SammyI’vegotthetwoticketsaswossenther.’Mr.Wellercommunicatedthissecretwithgreatglee,andwinkedsoindefatigablyafterdoingso,thatSambegantothinkhemusthavegottheTICDOLOUREUXinhisrighteyelid.

           ‘Well?’saidthatyounggentleman.‘Well,’continuedhisprogenitor,lookingroundhimverycautiously,‘youandI’llgo,punctiwaltothetime.Thedeputy-shepherdwon’t,Sammy;thedeputy-shepherdwon’t.’HereMr.Wellerwasseizedwithaparoxysmofchuckles,whichgraduallyterminatedinasnearanapproachtoachokeasanelderlygentlemancan,withsafety,sustain.

           ‘Well,Ineverseesitchanoldghostinallmyborndays,’exclaimedSam,rubbingtheoldgentleman’sback,hardenoughtosethimonfirewiththefriction.‘Whatareyoua-laughin’at,corpilence?’

           ‘Hush!Sammy,’saidMr.Weller,lookingroundhimwithincreasedcaution,andspeakinginawhisper.

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