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‘
And
venever
I
catches
hold
o
’
that
there
melan
-
cholly
chap
with
the
black
hair
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
if
I
don
’
t
bring
some
real
water
into
his
eyes
,
for
once
in
a
way
,
my
name
ain
’
t
Weller
.
Good
-
night
,
Sir
!
’
The
constitution
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
though
able
to
sustain
a
very
considerable
amount
of
exertion
and
fatigue
,
was
not
proof
against
such
a
combination
of
attacks
as
he
had
undergone
on
the
memorable
night
,
recorded
in
the
last
chapter
.
The
process
of
being
washed
in
the
night
air
,
and
rough
-
dried
in
a
closet
,
is
as
dangerous
as
it
is
peculiar
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
laid
up
with
an
attack
of
rheumatism
.
But
although
the
bodily
powers
of
the
great
man
were
thus
impaired
,
his
mental
energies
retained
their
pristine
vigour
.
His
spirits
were
elastic
;
his
good
-
humour
was
restored
.
Even
the
vexation
consequent
upon
his
recent
adventure
had
vanished
from
his
mind
;
and
he
could
join
in
the
hearty
laughter
,
which
any
allusion
to
it
excited
in
Mr
.
Wardle
,
without
anger
and
without
embarrassment
.
Nay
,
more
.
During
the
two
days
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
confined
to
bed
,
Sam
was
his
constant
attendant
.
On
the
first
,
he
endeavoured
to
amuse
his
master
by
anecdote
and
conversation
;
on
the
second
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
demanded
his
writing
-
desk
,
and
pen
and
ink
,
and
was
deeply
engaged
during
the
whole
day
.
On
the
third
,
being
able
to
sit
up
in
his
bedchamber
,
he
despatched
his
valet
with
a
message
to
Mr
.
Wardle
and
Mr
.
Trundle
,
intimating
that
if
they
would
take
their
wine
there
,
that
evening
,
they
would
greatly
oblige
him
.
The
invitation
was
most
willingly
accepted
;
and
when
they
were
seated
over
their
wine
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
sundry
blushes
,
produced
the
following
little
tale
,
as
having
been
‘
edited
’
by
himself
,
during
his
recent
indisposition
,
from
his
notes
of
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
unsophisticated
recital
.
THE
PARISH
CLERKA
TALE
OF
TRUE
LOVE
‘
Once
upon
a
time
,
in
a
very
small
country
town
,
at
a
considerable
distance
from
London
,
there
lived
a
little
man
named
Nathaniel
Pipkin
,
who
was
the
parish
clerk
of
the
little
town
,
and
lived
in
a
little
house
in
the
little
High
Street
,
within
ten
minutes
’
walk
from
the
little
church
;
and
who
was
to
be
found
every
day
,
from
nine
till
four
,
teaching
a
little
learning
to
the
little
boys
.
Nathaniel
Pipkin
was
a
harmless
,
inoffensive
,
good
-
natured
being
,
with
a
turned
-
up
nose
,
and
rather
turned
-
in
legs
,
a
cast
in
his
eye
,
and
a
halt
in
his
gait
;
and
he
divided
his
time
between
the
church
and
his
school
,
verily
believing
that
there
existed
not
,
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
so
clever
a
man
as
the
curate
,
so
imposing
an
apartment
as
the
vestry
-
room
,
or
so
well
-
ordered
a
seminary
as
his
own
.
Once
,
and
only
once
,
in
his
life
,
Nathaniel
Pipkin
had
seen
a
bishop
—
a
real
bishop
,
with
his
arms
in
lawn
sleeves
,
and
his
head
in
a
wig
.
He
had
seen
him
walk
,
and
heard
him
talk
,
at
a
confirmation
,
on
which
momentous
occasion
Nathaniel
Pipkin
was
so
overcome
with
reverence
and
awe
,
when
the
aforesaid
bishop
laid
his
hand
on
his
head
,
that
he
fainted
right
clean
away
,
and
was
borne
out
of
church
in
the
arms
of
the
beadle
.
‘
This
was
a
great
event
,
a
tremendous
era
,
in
Nathaniel
Pipkin
’
s
life
,
and
it
was
the
only
one
that
had
ever
occurred
to
ruffle
the
smooth
current
of
his
quiet
existence
,
when
happening
one
fine
afternoon
,
in
a
fit
of
mental
abstraction
,
to
raise
his
eyes
from
the
slate
on
which
he
was
devising
some
tremendous
problem
in
compound
addition
for
an
offending
urchin
to
solve
,
they
suddenly
rested
on
the
blooming
countenance
of
Maria
Lobbs
,
the
only
daughter
of
old
Lobbs
,
the
great
saddler
over
the
way
.
Now
,
the
eyes
of
Mr
.
Pipkin
had
rested
on
the
pretty
face
of
Maria
Lobbs
many
a
time
and
oft
before
,
at
church
and
elsewhere
;
but
the
eyes
of
Maria
Lobbs
had
never
looked
so
bright
,
the
cheeks
of
Maria
Lobbs
had
never
looked
so
ruddy
,
as
upon
this
particular
occasion
.
No
wonder
then
,
that
Nathaniel
Pipkin
was
unable
to
take
his
eyes
from
the
countenance
of
Miss
Lobbs
;
no
wonder
that
Miss
Lobbs
,
finding
herself
stared
at
by
a
young
man
,
withdrew
her
head
from
the
window
out
of
which
she
had
been
peeping
,
and
shut
the
casement
and
pulled
down
the
blind
;
no
wonder
that
Nathaniel
Pipkin
,
immediately
thereafter
,
fell
upon
the
young
urchin
who
had
previously
offended
,
and
cuffed
and
knocked
him
about
to
his
heart
’
s
content
.
All
this
was
very
natural
,
and
there
’
s
nothing
at
all
to
wonder
at
about
it
.
‘
It
IS
matter
of
wonder
,
though
,
that
anyone
of
Mr
.
Nathaniel
Pipkin
’
s
retiring
disposition
,
nervous
temperament
,
and
most
particularly
diminutive
income
,
should
from
this
day
forth
,
have
dared
to
aspire
to
the
hand
and
heart
of
the
only
daughter
of
the
fiery
old
Lobbs
—
of
old
Lobbs
,
the
great
saddler
,
who
could
have
bought
up
the
whole
village
at
one
stroke
of
his
pen
,
and
never
felt
the
outlay
—
old
Lobbs
,
who
was
well
known
to
have
heaps
of
money
,
invested
in
the
bank
at
the
nearest
market
town
—
who
was
reported
to
have
countless
and
inexhaustible
treasures
hoarded
up
in
the
little
iron
safe
with
the
big
keyhole
,
over
the
chimney
-
piece
in
the
back
parlour
—
and
who
,
it
was
well
known
,
on
festive
occasions
garnished
his
board
with
a
real
silver
teapot
,
cream
-
ewer
,
and
sugar
-
basin
,
which
he
was
wont
,
in
the
pride
of
his
heart
,
to
boast
should
be
his
daughter
’
s
property
when
she
found
a
man
to
her
mind
.
I
repeat
it
,
to
be
matter
of
profound
astonishment
and
intense
wonder
,
that
Nathaniel
Pipkin
should
have
had
the
temerity
to
cast
his
eyes
in
this
direction
.
But
love
is
blind
;
and
Nathaniel
had
a
cast
in
his
eye
;
and
perhaps
these
two
circumstances
,
taken
together
,
prevented
his
seeing
the
matter
in
its
proper
light
.
‘
Now
,
if
old
Lobbs
had
entertained
the
most
remote
or
distant
idea
of
the
state
of
the
affections
of
Nathaniel
Pipkin
,
he
would
just
have
razed
the
school
-
room
to
the
ground
,
or
exterminated
its
master
from
the
surface
of
the
earth
,
or
committed
some
other
outrage
and
atrocity
of
an
equally
ferocious
and
violent
description
;
for
he
was
a
terrible
old
fellow
,
was
Lobbs
,
when
his
pride
was
injured
,
or
his
blood
was
up
.
Swear
!
Such
trains
of
oaths
would
come
rolling
and
pealing
over
the
way
,
sometimes
,
when
he
was
denouncing
the
idleness
of
the
bony
apprentice
with
the
thin
legs
,
that
Nathaniel
Pipkin
would
shake
in
his
shoes
with
horror
,
and
the
hair
of
the
pupils
’
heads
would
stand
on
end
with
fright
.
‘
Well
!
Day
after
day
,
when
school
was
over
,
and
the
pupils
gone
,
did
Nathaniel
Pipkin
sit
himself
down
at
the
front
window
,
and
,
while
he
feigned
to
be
reading
a
book
,
throw
sidelong
glances
over
the
way
in
search
of
the
bright
eyes
of
Maria
Lobbs
;
and
he
hadn
’
t
sat
there
many
days
,
before
the
bright
eyes
appeared
at
an
upper
window
,
apparently
deeply
engaged
in
reading
too
.
This
was
delightful
,
and
gladdening
to
the
heart
of
Nathaniel
Pipkin
.
It
was
something
to
sit
there
for
hours
together
,
and
look
upon
that
pretty
face
when
the
eyes
were
cast
down
;
but
when
Maria
Lobbs
began
to
raise
her
eyes
from
her
book
,
and
dart
their
rays
in
the
direction
of
Nathaniel
Pipkin
,
his
delight
and
admiration
were
perfectly
boundless
.
