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Illustrative, like the preceding one, of the old Proverb, that Adversity brings a Man acquainted wit

           

           ‘Iamafraid,sir,’saidMr.Pickwick,layinghishandgentlyandcompassionatelyonhisarm‘Iamafraidyouwillhavetoliveinsomenoisy,crowdedplace.Now,pray,considerthisroomyourownwhenyouwantquiet,orwhenanyofyourfriendscometoseeyou.’

           ‘Friends!’interposedtheman,inavoicewhichrattledinhisthroat.‘ifIlaydeadatthebottomofthedeepestmineintheworld;tightscreweddownandsolderedinmycoffin;rottinginthedarkandfilthyditchthatdragsitsslimealong,beneaththefoundationsofthisprison;IcouldnotbemoreforgottenorunheededthanIamhere.Iamadeadman;deadtosociety,withoutthepitytheybestowonthosewhosesoulshavepassedtojudgment.Friendstoseeme!MyGod!Ihavesunk,fromtheprimeoflifeintooldage,inthisplace,andthereisnotonetoraisehishandabovemybedwhenIliedeaduponit,andsay,"Itisablessingheisgone!"’

           Theexcitement,whichhadcastanunwontedlightovertheman’sface,whilehespoke,subsidedasheconcluded;andpressinghiswitheredhandstogetherinahastyanddisorderedmanner,heshuffledfromtheroom.

           ‘Ridesratherrusty,’saidMr.Roker,withasmile.‘Ah!they’reliketheelephants.Theyfeelitnowandthen,anditmakes’emwild!’

           Havingmadethisdeeply-sympathisingremark,Mr.

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