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‘
Could
you
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Let
us
hear
it
,
by
all
means
.
’
The
one
-
eyed
bagman
ladled
out
a
glass
of
negus
from
the
bowl
,
and
drank
it
;
smoked
a
long
whiff
out
of
the
Dutch
pipe
;
and
then
,
calling
to
Sam
Weller
who
was
lingering
near
the
door
,
that
he
needn
’
t
go
away
unless
he
wanted
to
,
because
the
story
was
no
secret
,
fixed
his
eye
upon
the
landlord
’
s
,
and
proceeded
,
in
the
words
of
the
next
chapter
.
‘
My
uncle
,
gentlemen
,
’
said
the
bagman
,
‘
was
one
of
the
merriest
,
pleasantest
,
cleverest
fellows
,
that
ever
lived
.
I
wish
you
had
known
him
,
gentlemen
.
On
second
thoughts
,
gentlemen
,
I
don
’
t
wish
you
had
known
him
,
for
if
you
had
,
you
would
have
been
all
,
by
this
time
,
in
the
ordinary
course
of
nature
,
if
not
dead
,
at
all
events
so
near
it
,
as
to
have
taken
to
stopping
at
home
and
giving
up
company
,
which
would
have
deprived
me
of
the
inestimable
pleasure
of
addressing
you
at
this
moment
.
Gentlemen
,
I
wish
your
fathers
and
mothers
had
known
my
uncle
.
They
would
have
been
amazingly
fond
of
him
,
especially
your
respectable
mothers
;
I
know
they
would
.
If
any
two
of
his
numerous
virtues
predominated
over
the
many
that
adorned
his
character
,
I
should
say
they
were
his
mixed
punch
and
his
after
-
supper
song
.
Excuse
my
dwelling
on
these
melancholy
recollections
of
departed
worth
;
you
won
’
t
see
a
man
like
my
uncle
every
day
in
the
week
.
‘
I
have
always
considered
it
a
great
point
in
my
uncle
’
s
character
,
gentlemen
,
that
he
was
the
intimate
friend
and
companion
of
Tom
Smart
,
of
the
great
house
of
Bilson
and
Slum
,
Cateaton
Street
,
City
.
My
uncle
collected
for
Tiggin
and
Welps
,
but
for
a
long
time
he
went
pretty
near
the
same
journey
as
Tom
;
and
the
very
first
night
they
met
,
my
uncle
took
a
fancy
for
Tom
,
and
Tom
took
a
fancy
for
my
uncle
.
They
made
a
bet
of
a
new
hat
before
they
had
known
each
other
half
an
hour
,
who
should
brew
the
best
quart
of
punch
and
drink
it
the
quickest
.
My
uncle
was
judged
to
have
won
the
making
,
but
Tom
Smart
beat
him
in
the
drinking
by
about
half
a
salt
-
spoonful
.
They
took
another
quart
apiece
to
drink
each
other
’
s
health
in
,
and
were
staunch
friends
ever
afterwards
.
There
’
s
a
destiny
in
these
things
,
gentlemen
;
we
can
’
t
help
it
.
‘
In
personal
appearance
,
my
uncle
was
a
trifle
shorter
than
the
middle
size
;
he
was
a
thought
stouter
too
,
than
the
ordinary
run
of
people
,
and
perhaps
his
face
might
be
a
shade
redder
.
He
had
the
jolliest
face
you
ever
saw
,
gentleman
:
something
like
Punch
,
with
a
handsome
nose
and
chin
;
his
eyes
were
always
twinkling
and
sparkling
with
good
-
humour
;
and
a
smile
—
not
one
of
your
unmeaning
wooden
grins
,
but
a
real
,
merry
,
hearty
,
good
-
tempered
smile
—
was
perpetually
on
his
countenance
.
He
was
pitched
out
of
his
gig
once
,
and
knocked
,
head
first
,
against
a
milestone
.
There
he
lay
,
stunned
,
and
so
cut
about
the
face
with
some
gravel
which
had
been
heaped
up
alongside
it
,
that
,
to
use
my
uncle
’
s
own
strong
expression
,
if
his
mother
could
have
revisited
the
earth
,
she
wouldn
’
t
have
known
him
.
Indeed
,
when
I
come
to
think
of
the
matter
,
gentlemen
,
I
feel
pretty
sure
she
wouldn
’
t
.
for
she
died
when
my
uncle
was
two
years
and
seven
months
old
,
and
I
think
it
’
s
very
likely
that
,
even
without
the
gravel
,
his
top
-
boots
would
have
puzzled
the
good
lady
not
a
little
;
to
say
nothing
of
his
jolly
red
face
.
However
,
there
he
lay
,
and
I
have
heard
my
uncle
say
,
many
a
time
,
that
the
man
said
who
picked
him
up
that
he
was
smiling
as
merrily
as
if
he
had
tumbled
out
for
a
treat
,
and
that
after
they
had
bled
him
,
the
first
faint
glimmerings
of
returning
animation
,
were
his
jumping
up
in
bed
,
bursting
out
into
a
loud
laugh
,
kissing
the
young
woman
who
held
the
basin
,
and
demanding
a
mutton
chop
and
a
pickled
walnut
.
He
was
very
fond
of
pickled
walnuts
,
gentlemen
.
He
said
he
always
found
that
,
taken
without
vinegar
,
they
relished
the
beer
.
‘
My
uncle
’
s
great
journey
was
in
the
fall
of
the
leaf
,
at
which
time
he
collected
debts
,
and
took
orders
,
in
the
north
;
going
from
London
to
Edinburgh
,
from
Edinburgh
to
Glasgow
,
from
Glasgow
back
to
Edinburgh
,
and
thence
to
London
by
the
smack
.
You
are
to
understand
that
his
second
visit
to
Edinburgh
was
for
his
own
pleasure
.
He
used
to
go
back
for
a
week
,
just
to
look
up
his
old
friends
;
and
what
with
breakfasting
with
this
one
,
lunching
with
that
,
dining
with
the
third
,
and
supping
with
another
,
a
pretty
tight
week
he
used
to
make
of
it
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
any
of
you
,
gentlemen
,
ever
partook
of
a
real
substantial
hospitable
Scotch
breakfast
,
and
then
went
out
to
a
slight
lunch
of
a
bushel
of
oysters
,
a
dozen
or
so
of
bottled
ale
,
and
a
noggin
or
two
of
whiskey
to
close
up
with
.
If
you
ever
did
,
you
will
agree
with
me
that
it
requires
a
pretty
strong
head
to
go
out
to
dinner
and
supper
afterwards
.
‘
But
bless
your
hearts
and
eyebrows
,
all
this
sort
of
thing
was
nothing
to
my
uncle
!
He
was
so
well
seasoned
,
that
it
was
mere
child
’
s
play
.
I
have
heard
him
say
that
he
could
see
the
Dundee
people
out
,
any
day
,
and
walk
home
afterwards
without
staggering
;
and
yet
the
Dundee
people
have
as
strong
heads
and
as
strong
punch
,
gentlemen
,
as
you
are
likely
to
meet
with
,
between
the
poles
.
I
have
heard
of
a
Glasgow
man
and
a
Dundee
man
drinking
against
each
other
for
fifteen
hours
at
a
sitting
.
They
were
both
suffocated
,
as
nearly
as
could
be
ascertained
,
at
the
same
moment
,
but
with
this
trifling
exception
,
gentlemen
,
they
were
not
a
bit
the
worse
for
it
.
‘
One
night
,
within
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
of
the
time
when
he
had
settled
to
take
shipping
for
London
,
my
uncle
supped
at
the
house
of
a
very
old
friend
of
his
,
a
Bailie
Mac
something
and
four
syllables
after
it
,
who
lived
in
the
old
town
of
Edinburgh
.
There
were
the
bailie
’
s
wife
,
and
the
bailie
’
s
three
daughters
,
and
the
bailie
’
s
grown
-
up
son
,
and
three
or
four
stout
,
bushy
eye
–
browed
,
canny
,
old
Scotch
fellows
,
that
the
bailie
had
got
together
to
do
honour
to
my
uncle
,
and
help
to
make
merry
.
It
was
a
glorious
supper
.
There
was
kippered
salmon
,
and
Finnan
haddocks
,
and
a
lamb
’
s
head
,
and
a
haggis
—
a
celebrated
Scotch
dish
,
gentlemen
,
which
my
uncle
used
to
say
always
looked
to
him
,
when
it
came
to
table
,
very
much
like
a
Cupid
’
s
stomach
—
and
a
great
many
other
things
besides
,
that
I
forget
the
names
of
,
but
very
good
things
,
notwithstanding
.
