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And
in
the
midst
of
all
this
,
stood
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
his
countenance
lighted
up
with
smiles
,
which
the
heart
of
no
man
,
woman
,
or
child
,
could
resist
:
himself
the
happiest
of
the
group
:
shaking
hands
,
over
and
over
again
,
with
the
same
people
,
and
when
his
own
hands
were
not
so
employed
,
rubbing
them
with
pleasure
:
turning
round
in
a
different
direction
at
every
fresh
expression
of
gratification
or
curiosity
,
and
inspiring
everybody
with
his
looks
of
gladness
and
delight
.
Breakfast
is
announced
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
leads
the
old
lady
(
who
has
been
very
eloquent
on
the
subject
of
Lady
Tollimglower
)
to
the
top
of
a
long
table
;
Wardle
takes
the
bottom
;
the
friends
arrange
themselves
on
either
side
;
Sam
takes
his
station
behind
his
master
’
s
chair
;
the
laughter
and
talking
cease
;
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
having
said
grace
,
pauses
for
an
instant
and
looks
round
him
.
As
he
does
so
,
the
tears
roll
down
his
cheeks
,
in
the
fullness
of
his
joy
.
Let
us
leave
our
old
friend
in
one
of
those
moments
of
unmixed
happiness
,
of
which
,
if
we
seek
them
,
there
are
ever
some
,
to
cheer
our
transitory
existence
here
.
There
are
dark
shadows
on
the
earth
,
but
its
lights
are
stronger
in
the
contrast
.
Some
men
,
like
bats
or
owls
,
have
better
eyes
for
the
darkness
than
for
the
light
.
We
,
who
have
no
such
optical
powers
,
are
better
pleased
to
take
our
last
parting
look
at
the
visionary
companions
of
many
solitary
hours
,
when
the
brief
sunshine
of
the
world
is
blazing
full
upon
them
.
It
is
the
fate
of
most
men
who
mingle
with
the
world
,
and
attain
even
the
prime
of
life
,
to
make
many
real
friends
,
and
lose
them
in
the
course
of
nature
.
It
is
the
fate
of
all
authors
or
chroniclers
to
create
imaginary
friends
,
and
lose
them
in
the
course
of
art
.
Nor
is
this
the
full
extent
of
their
misfortunes
;
for
they
are
required
to
furnish
an
account
of
them
besides
.
In
compliance
with
this
custom
—
unquestionably
a
bad
one
—
we
subjoin
a
few
biographical
words
,
in
relation
to
the
party
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
assembled
.
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Winkle
,
being
fully
received
into
favour
by
the
old
gentleman
,
were
shortly
afterwards
installed
in
a
newly
–
built
house
,
not
half
a
mile
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
.
Mr
.
Winkle
,
being
engaged
in
the
city
as
agent
or
town
correspondent
of
his
father
,
exchanged
his
old
costume
for
the
ordinary
dress
of
Englishmen
,
and
presented
all
the
external
appearance
of
a
civilised
Christian
ever
afterwards
.
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Snodgrass
settled
at
Dingley
Dell
,
where
they
purchased
and
cultivated
a
small
farm
,
more
for
occupation
than
profit
.
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
being
occasionally
abstracted
and
melancholy
,
is
to
this
day
reputed
a
great
poet
among
his
friends
and
acquaintance
,
although
we
do
not
find
that
he
has
ever
written
anything
to
encourage
the
belief
.
There
are
many
celebrated
characters
,
literary
,
philosophical
,
and
otherwise
,
who
hold
a
high
reputation
on
a
similar
tenure
.
Mr
.
Tupman
,
when
his
friends
married
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
settled
,
took
lodgings
at
Richmond
,
where
he
has
ever
since
resided
.
He
walks
constantly
on
the
terrace
during
the
summer
months
,
with
a
youthful
and
jaunty
air
,
which
has
rendered
him
the
admiration
of
the
numerous
elderly
ladies
of
single
condition
,
who
reside
in
the
vicinity
.
He
has
never
proposed
again
.
