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"Samivel, Samivel," said Mr.Weller, in reproachful accents, "I didn't think you'd ha' done it.Arter the warnin' you've had o' your father's wicious propensities; arter all I've said to you upon this here wery subject;arter actiwally seein' and bein' in the company o' your own mother-in-law, vich I should ha' thought wos a moral lesson as no man could never ha'

forgotten to his dyin' day! I didn't think you'd ha' done it, Sammy, Ididn't think you'd ha' done it!" These reflections were too much for the good old man.He raised Sam's tumbler to his lips and drank off its contents.

"Wot's the matter now?" said Sam.

"Nev'r mind, Sammy," replied Mr.Weller, "it'll be a wery agonizin'

trial to me at my time of life, but I'm pretty tough, that's vun consolation, as the wery old turkey remarked wen the farmer said he wos afeerd he should be obliged to kill him for the London market.""Wot'll be a trial?" inquired Sam.

"To see you married, Sammy--to see you a dilluded wictim, and thinkin'

in your innocence that it's all wery capital," replied Mr.Weller."It's a dreadful trial to a father's feelin's, that 'ere, Sammy.""Nonsense," said Sam."I ain't a goin' to get married, don't you fret yourself about that; I know you're a judge of these things.Order in your pipe, and I'll read you the letter.There!"We cannot distinctly say whether it was the prospect of the pipe, or the consolatory reflection that a fatal disposition to get married ran in the family and couldn't be helped, which calmed Mr.Weller's feelings, and caused his grief to subside.We should be rather disposed to say that the result was attained by combining the two sources of consolation, for he repeated the second in a low tone, very frequently; ringing the bell meanwhile, to order in the first.He then divested himself of his upper coat; and lighting the pipe and placing himself in front of the fire with his back towards it; so that he could feel its full heat, and recline against the mantelpiece at the same time, turned towards Sam, and, with a countenance greatly mollified by the softening influence of tobacco, requested him to "fire away."Sam dipped his pen into the ink to be ready for any corrections, and began with a very theatrical air:

"`Lovely--'"

"Stop," said Mr.Weller, ringing the bell."A double glass o' the inwariable, my dear.""Very well, sir," replied the girl; who with great quickness appeared, vanished, returned, and disappeared.

"They seem to know your ways here," observed Sam.

"Yes," replied his father, "I've been here before, in my time.Go on, Sammy.""`Lovely creetur,'" repeated Sam.

"'Tain't in poetry, is it?" interposed his father.

"No, no," replied Sam.

"Wery glad to hear it," said Mr.Weller."Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Warren's blackin', or Rowland's oil, or some o' them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.Begin agin, Sammy."Mr.Weller resumed his pipe with critical solemnity, and Sam once more commenced, and read as follows:

"`Lovely creetur i feel myself a dammed'--""That ain't proper," said Mr.Weller, taking his pipe from his mouth.

"No; it ain't `dammed,'" observed Sam, holding the letter up to the light, "it's `shamed,' there's a blot there--`I feel myself ashamed.'""Wery good," said Mr.Weller."Go on."

"`Feel myself ashamed, and completely cir--' I forget what this here word is," said Sam, scratching his head with the pen, in vain attempts to remember.

"Why don't you look at it, then?" inquired Mr.Weller "So I am a lookin' at it," replied Sam, "but there s another blot.Here's a `c,' and a `i,' and a `d.'""Circumwented, p'raps," suggested Mr.Weller.

"No, it ain't that," said Sam, "circumscribed; that's it.""That ain't as good a word as circumwented, Sammy," said Mr.Weller, gravely.

"Think not?" said Sam.

"Nothin' like it," replied his father.

"But don't you think it means more?" inquired Sam.

"Vell p'raps it is a more tenderer word," said Mr.Weller, after a few moments' reflection."Go on, Sammy.""`Feel myself ashamed and completely circumscribed in a dressin' of you, for you are a nice gal and nothin' but it.'""That's a wery pretty sentiment," said the elder Mr.Weller, removing his pipe to make way for the remark.

"Yes, I think it is rayther good," observed Sam, highly flattered.

"Wot I like in that 'ere style of writin'," said the elder Mr.Weller, "is, that there ain't no callin' names in it,--no Wenuses, nor nothin'

o' that kind.Wot's the good o' callin' a young 'ooman a Wenus or a angel, Sammy?""Ah! what, indeed?" replied Sam.

"You might jist as well call her a griffin, or a unicorn, or a king's arms at once, which is wery well known to be a col-lection o' fabulous animals," added Mr.Weller.

"Just as well," replied Sam.

"Drive on, Sammy," said Mr.Weller.

Sam complied with the request, and proceeded as follows; his father continuing to smoke, with a mixed expression of wisdom and complacency, which was particularly edifying.

"`Afore I see you, I thought all women was alike.'""So they are," observed the elder Mr.Weller, parenthetically.

"`But now,' continued Sam, `now I find what a reg'lar soft-headed, inkred'lous turnip I must ha' been; for there ain't nobody like you, though I like you better than nothin' at all.' I thought it best to make that rayther strong," said Sam, looking up.

Mr.Weller nodded approvingly, and Sam resumed.

"`So I take the privilidge of the day, Mary, my dear--as the gen'l'm'n in difficulties did, ven he valked out of a Sunday,--to tell you that the first and only time I see you, your likeness was took on my hart in much quicker time and brighter colours than ever a likeness was took by the profeel macheen (wich p'raps you may have heerd on Mary my dear) altho it does finish a portrait and put the frame and glass on complete, with a hook at the end to hang it up by, and all in two minutes and a quarter.'".

"I am afeerd that werges on the poetical, Sammy," said Mr.Weller, dubiously.