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The
monthly
meetings
of
the
Brick
Lane
Branch
of
the
United
Grand
Junction
Ebenezer
Temperance
Association
were
held
in
a
large
room
,
pleasantly
and
airily
situated
at
the
top
of
a
safe
and
commodious
ladder
.
The
president
was
the
straight
-
walking
Mr
.
Anthony
Humm
,
a
converted
fireman
,
now
a
schoolmaster
,
and
occasionally
an
itinerant
preacher
;
and
the
secretary
was
Mr
.
Jonas
Mudge
,
chandler
’
s
shopkeeper
,
an
enthusiastic
and
disinterested
vessel
,
who
sold
tea
to
the
members
.
Previous
to
the
commencement
of
business
,
the
ladies
sat
upon
forms
,
and
drank
tea
,
till
such
time
as
they
considered
it
expedient
to
leave
off
;
and
a
large
wooden
money
-
box
was
conspicuously
placed
upon
the
green
baize
cloth
of
the
business
-
table
,
behind
which
the
secretary
stood
,
and
acknowledged
,
with
a
gracious
smile
,
every
addition
to
the
rich
vein
of
copper
which
lay
concealed
within
.
On
this
particular
occasion
the
women
drank
tea
to
a
most
alarming
extent
;
greatly
to
the
horror
of
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
who
,
utterly
regardless
of
all
Sam
’
s
admonitory
nudgings
,
stared
about
him
in
every
direction
with
the
most
undisguised
astonishment
.
‘
Sammy
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
if
some
o
’
these
here
people
don
’
t
want
tappin
’
to
-
morrow
mornin
’
,
I
ain
’
t
your
father
,
and
that
’
s
wot
it
is
.
Why
,
this
here
old
lady
next
me
is
a
-
drowndin
’
herself
in
tea
.
’
‘
Be
quiet
,
can
’
t
you
?
’
murmured
Sam
.
‘
Sam
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Weller
,
a
moment
afterwards
,
in
a
tone
of
deep
agitation
,
‘
mark
my
vords
,
my
boy
.
If
that
‘
ere
secretary
fellow
keeps
on
for
only
five
minutes
more
,
he
’
ll
blow
hisself
up
with
toast
and
water
.
’
‘
Well
,
let
him
,
if
he
likes
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
it
ain
’
t
no
bis
’
ness
o
’
yourn
.
’
‘
If
this
here
lasts
much
longer
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
the
same
low
voice
,
‘
I
shall
feel
it
my
duty
,
as
a
human
bein
’
,
to
rise
and
address
the
cheer
.
There
’
s
a
young
‘
ooman
on
the
next
form
but
two
,
as
has
drunk
nine
breakfast
cups
and
a
half
;
and
she
’
s
a
-
swellin
’
wisibly
before
my
wery
eyes
.
’
There
is
little
doubt
that
Mr
.
Weller
would
have
carried
his
benevolent
intention
into
immediate
execution
,
if
a
great
noise
,
occasioned
by
putting
up
the
cups
and
saucers
,
had
not
very
fortunately
announced
that
the
tea
-
drinking
was
over
.
The
crockery
having
been
removed
,
the
table
with
the
green
baize
cover
was
carried
out
into
the
centre
of
the
room
,
and
the
business
of
the
evening
was
commenced
by
a
little
emphatic
man
,
with
a
bald
head
and
drab
shorts
,
who
suddenly
rushed
up
the
ladder
,
at
the
imminent
peril
of
snapping
the
two
little
legs
incased
in
the
drab
shorts
,
and
said
—
‘
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
I
move
our
excellent
brother
,
Mr
.
Anthony
Humm
,
into
the
chair
.
’
