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John
Smauker
,
which
was
a
sufficient
letter
of
recommendation
to
any
society
of
gentlemen
whatever
,
or
wherever
.
On
this
account
,
he
should
have
been
disposed
to
have
given
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
health
with
all
the
honours
,
if
his
friends
had
been
drinking
wine
;
but
as
they
were
taking
spirits
by
way
of
a
change
,
and
as
it
might
be
inconvenient
to
empty
a
tumbler
at
every
toast
,
he
should
propose
that
the
honours
be
understood
.
At
the
conclusion
of
this
speech
,
everybody
took
a
sip
in
honour
of
Sam
;
and
Sam
having
ladled
out
,
and
drunk
,
two
full
glasses
of
punch
in
honour
of
himself
,
returned
thanks
in
a
neat
speech
.
‘
Wery
much
obliged
to
you
,
old
fellers
,
’
said
Sam
,
ladling
away
at
the
punch
in
the
most
unembarrassed
manner
possible
,
‘
for
this
here
compliment
;
which
,
comin
’
from
sich
a
quarter
,
is
wery
overvelmin
’
.
I
’
ve
heered
a
good
deal
on
you
as
a
body
,
but
I
will
say
,
that
I
never
thought
you
was
sich
uncommon
nice
men
as
I
find
you
air
.
I
only
hope
you
’
ll
take
care
o
’
yourselves
,
and
not
compromise
nothin
’
o
’
your
dignity
,
which
is
a
wery
charmin
’
thing
to
see
,
when
one
’
s
out
a
-
walkin
’
,
and
has
always
made
me
wery
happy
to
look
at
,
ever
since
I
was
a
boy
about
half
as
high
as
the
brass
-
headed
stick
o
’
my
wery
respectable
friend
,
Blazes
,
there
.
As
to
the
wictim
of
oppression
in
the
suit
o
’
brimstone
,
all
I
can
say
of
him
,
is
,
that
I
hope
he
’
ll
get
jist
as
good
a
berth
as
he
deserves
;
in
vitch
case
it
’
s
wery
little
cold
swarry
as
ever
he
’
ll
be
troubled
with
agin
.
’
Here
Sam
sat
down
with
a
pleasant
smile
,
and
his
speech
having
been
vociferously
applauded
,
the
company
broke
up
.
‘
Wy
,
you
don
’
t
mean
to
say
you
’
re
a
-
goin
’
old
feller
?
’
said
Sam
Weller
to
his
friend
,
Mr
.
John
Smauker
.
‘
I
must
,
indeed
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smauker
;
‘
I
promised
Bantam
.
’
‘
Oh
,
wery
well
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
that
’
s
another
thing
.
P
’
raps
he
’
d
resign
if
you
disappinted
him
.
You
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
,
Blazes
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
am
,
’
said
the
man
with
the
cocked
hat
.
‘
Wot
,
and
leave
three
-
quarters
of
a
bowl
of
punch
behind
you
!
’
said
Sam
;
‘
nonsense
,
set
down
agin
.
’
