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your own son for the money, and sendin' him off to the Fleet, will you, you unnat'ral wagabone?"At this reply of Sam's, the father and son exchanged a complete code of telegraphic nods and gestures, after which, the elder Mr.Weller sat himself down on a stone step, and laughed till he was purple.

"Wot a old image it is!" exclaimed Sam, indignant at this loss of time.

"What are you a settin' down there for, con-wertin' your face into a street-door knocker, wen there's so much to be done.Where's the money?""In the boot, Sammy, in the boot," replied Mr.Weller, composing his features."Hold my hat, Sammy."Having divested himself of this encumbrance, Mr.Weller gave his body a sudden wrench to one side, and, by a dexterous twist, contrived to get his right hand into a most capacious pocket, from whence, after a great deal of panting and exertion, he extricated a pocket-book of the large octavo size, fastened by a huge leathern strap.From this ledger he drew forth a couple of whip-lashes, three or four buckles, a little sample-bag of corn, and finally a small roll of very dirty bank-notes: from which he selected the required amount, which he handed over to Sam.

"And now, Sammy," said the old gentleman, when the whip-lashes, and the buckles, and the samples, had been all put back, and the book once more deposited at the bottom of the same pocket, "Now, Sammy, I know a gen'l'm'n here, as'll do the rest o' the bisness for us, in no time--a limb o' the law, Sammy, as has got brains like the frogs, dispersed all over his body, and reachin' to the wery tips of his fingers; a friend of the Lord Chancellorship's, Sammy, who'd only have to tell him what he wanted, and he'd lock you up for life, if that wos all.""I say," said Sam, "none o' that."

"None o' wot?" inquired Mr.Weller.

"Wy, none o' them unconstitootional ways o' doing it," retorted Sam.

"The have-his-carcase, next to the perpetual motion, is vun of the blessedest things as wos ever made.I've read that 'ere in the newspapers, wery of'en.""Well, wot's that got to do vith it?" inquired Mr.Weller.

"Just this here," said Sam, "that I'll patronise the inwention, and go in, that vay.No visperin's to the Chancellorship, I don't like the notion.It mayn't be altogether safe, vith reference to gettin' out agin."Deferring to his son's feeling upon this point, Mr.Weller at once sought the erudite Solomon Pell, and acquainted him with his desire to issue a writ, instantly, for the sum of twenty-five pounds, and costs of process;to be executed without delay upon the body of one Samuel Weller; the charges thereby incurred, to be paid in advance to Solomon Pell.

The attorney was in high glee, for the embarrassed coachhorser was ordered to be discharged forthwith.He highly approved of Sam's attachment to his master; declared that it strongly reminded him of his own feelings of devotion to his friend, the Chancellor; and at once led the elder Mr.Weller down to the Temple, to swear the affidavit of debt, which the boy, with the assistance of the blue bag, had drawn up on the spot.

Meanwhile, Sam, having been formally introduced to the whitewashed gentleman and his friends, as the offspring of Mr.Weller, of the Belle Savage, was treated with marked distinction, and invited to regale himself with them in honour of the occasion; an invitation which he was by no means backward in accepting.

The mirth of gentlemen of this class is of a grave and quiet character, usually; but the present instance was one of peculiar festivity, and they relaxed in proportion.After some rather tumultuous toasting of the Chief Commissioner and Mr.Solomon Pell, who had that day displayed such transcendent abilities, a mottled-faced gentleman in a blue shawl proposed that somebody should sing a song.The obvious suggestion was, that the mottled-faced gentleman, being anxious for a song, should sing it himself; but this the mottled-faced gentleman sturdily, and somewhat offensively, declined to do.Upon which, as is not unusual in such cases, a rather angry colloquy ensued.

"Gentlemen," said the coach-horser, "rather than disturb the harmony of this delightful occasion, perhaps Mr.Samuel Weller will oblige the company.""Raly, gentlemen," said Sam, "I'm not wery much in the habit o' singin'

without the instrument; but anythin' for a quiet life, as the man said wen he took the sitivation at the lighthouse."With this prelude, Mr.Samuel Weller burst at once into the following wild and beautiful legend, which, under the impression that it is not generally known, we take the liberty of quoting.We would beg to call particular attention to the monosyllable at the end of the second and fourth lines, which not only enables the singer to take breath at those points, but greatly assists the metre.ROMANCE I Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath, His bold mare Bess bestrode--er; Ven there he see'd the Bishop's coach A-coming along the road--er.So he gallops close to the 'orse's legs, And he claps his head vithin; And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, This here's the bold Turpin!" CHORUSAnd the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, This here's the bold Turpin!" II Says Turpin, "You shall eat your words, With a sarse of leaden bul-let;" So he puts a pistol to his mouth, And he fires it down his gul-let.The coachman he not likin' the job, Set off at a full gal-lop, But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to stop.CHORUS ( sarcastically ) But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to stop.