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

           Thesemotions,althoughunquestionablyofthegreatestassistancetooriginalcomposition,retardinsomedegreetheprogressofthewriter;andSamhadunconsciouslybeenafullhourandahalfwritingwordsinsmalltext,smearingoutwrongletterswithhislittlefinger,andputtinginnewoneswhichrequiredgoingoververyoftentorenderthemvisiblethroughtheoldblots,whenhewasrousedbytheopeningofthedoorandtheentranceofhisparent.

           ‘Vell,Sammy,’saidthefather.

           ‘Vell,myProoshanBlue,’respondedtheson,layingdownhispen.‘What’sthelastbulletinaboutmother-in-law?’

           ‘Mrs.Vellerpassedaverygoodnight,butisuncommonperwerse,andunpleasantthismornin’.Signeduponoath,TonyVeller,Esquire.That’sthelastvunaswasissued,Sammy,’repliedMr.Weller,untyinghisshawl.

           ‘Nobetteryet?’inquiredSam.

           ‘Allthesymptomsaggerawated,’repliedMr.Weller,shakinghishead.‘Butwot’sthat,you’rea-doin’of?Pursuitofknowledgeunderdifficulties,Sammy?’

           ‘I’vedonenow,’saidSam,withslightembarrassment;‘I’vebeena-writin’.’

           ‘SoIsee,’repliedMr.Weller.‘Nottoanyyoung‘ooman,Ihope,Sammy?’

           ‘Why,it’snousea-sayin’itain’t,’repliedSam;‘it’sawalentine.’

           ‘Awhat!’exclaimedMr.Weller,apparentlyhorror-strickenbytheword.

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