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The
ladies
waved
a
choice
selection
of
pocket
-
handkerchiefs
at
this
proposition
;
and
the
impetuous
little
man
literally
moved
Mr
.
Humm
into
the
chair
,
by
taking
him
by
the
shoulders
and
thrusting
him
into
a
mahogany
-
frame
which
had
once
represented
that
article
of
furniture
.
The
waving
of
handkerchiefs
was
renewed
;
and
Mr
.
Humm
,
who
was
a
sleek
,
white
-
faced
man
,
in
a
perpetual
perspiration
,
bowed
meekly
,
to
the
great
admiration
of
the
females
,
and
formally
took
his
seat
.
Silence
was
then
proclaimed
by
the
little
man
in
the
drab
shorts
,
and
Mr
.
Humm
rose
and
said
—
That
,
with
the
permission
of
his
Brick
Lane
Branch
brothers
and
sisters
,
then
and
there
present
,
the
secretary
would
read
the
report
of
the
Brick
Lane
Branch
committee
;
a
proposition
which
was
again
received
with
a
demonstration
of
pocket
-
handkerchiefs
.
The
secretary
having
sneezed
in
a
very
impressive
manner
,
and
the
cough
which
always
seizes
an
assembly
,
when
anything
particular
is
going
to
be
done
,
having
been
duly
performed
,
the
following
document
was
read
:
‘
REPORT
OF
THE
COMMITTEE
OF
THE
BRICK
LANE
BRANCH
OF
THE
UNITED
GRAND
JUNCTION
EBENEZER
TEMPERANCE
ASSOCIATION
‘
Your
committee
have
pursued
their
grateful
labours
during
the
past
month
,
and
have
the
unspeakable
pleasure
of
reporting
the
following
additional
cases
of
converts
to
Temperance
.
‘
H
.
Walker
,
tailor
,
wife
,
and
two
children
.
When
in
better
circumstances
,
owns
to
having
been
in
the
constant
habit
of
drinking
ale
and
beer
;
says
he
is
not
certain
whether
he
did
not
twice
a
week
,
for
twenty
years
,
taste
"
dog
’
s
nose
,
"
which
your
committee
find
upon
inquiry
,
to
be
compounded
of
warm
porter
,
moist
sugar
,
gin
,
and
nutmeg
(
a
groan
,
and
‘
So
it
is
!
’
from
an
elderly
female
)
.
Is
now
out
of
work
and
penniless
;
thinks
it
must
be
the
porter
(
cheers
)
or
the
loss
of
the
use
of
his
right
hand
;
is
not
certain
which
,
but
thinks
it
very
likely
that
,
if
he
had
drunk
nothing
but
water
all
his
life
,
his
fellow
-
workman
would
never
have
stuck
a
rusty
needle
in
him
,
and
thereby
occasioned
his
accident
(
tremendous
cheering
)
.
Has
nothing
but
cold
water
to
drink
,
and
never
feels
thirsty
(
great
applause
)
.
‘
Betsy
Martin
,
widow
,
one
child
,
and
one
eye
.
Goes
out
charing
and
washing
,
by
the
day
;
never
had
more
than
one
eye
,
but
knows
her
mother
drank
bottled
stout
,
and
shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
that
caused
it
(
immense
cheering
)
.
Thinks
it
not
impossible
that
if
she
had
always
abstained
from
spirits
she
might
have
had
two
eyes
by
this
time
(
tremendous
applause
)
.
Used
,
at
every
place
she
went
to
,
to
have
eighteen
-
pence
a
day
,
a
pint
of
porter
,
and
a
glass
of
spirits
;
but
since
she
became
a
member
of
the
Brick
Lane
Branch
,
has
always
demanded
three
-
and
-
sixpence
(
the
announcement
of
this
most
interesting
fact
was
received
with
deafening
enthusiasm
)
.
‘
Henry
Beller
was
for
many
years
toast
-
master
at
various
corporation
dinners
,
during
which
time
he
drank
a
great
deal
of
foreign
wine
;
may
sometimes
have
carried
a
bottle
or
two
home
with
him
;
is
not
quite
certain
of
that
,
but
is
sure
if
he
did
,
that
he
drank
the
contents
.
Feels
very
low
and
melancholy
,
is
very
feverish
,
and
has
a
constant
thirst
upon
him
;
thinks
it
must
be
the
wine
he
used
to
drink
(
cheers
)
.
Is
out
of
employ
now
;
and
never
touches
a
drop
of
foreign
wine
by
any
chance
(
tremendous
plaudits
)
.
