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“My rambles, Sam, are over.”

“You think so now”, said Mr Weller, with the gravity of age, “but you’ll find that as you get wider you’ll get viser. Vidth and visdom, Sammy, alvays grows together.”

But he had grown so like death in life, that they knew not when he died.

“I’m a dead man — dead to society, without the pity they bestow on those whose souls have passed to judgement.”

“but if you can’t confine yourself to steady circles, and find your vay back at reg’lar hours, as sure as you’re standin’ there, I’ll shut you out altogether!” The little. Av was seized with a wiolent fit o’ tremblin’, and never vent outside the prison walls artervards!’

When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing to himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.

“Ay, ay”, said the little man, “very good, very good, indeed; but you should have suggested it to ME. My dear Sir, I’m quite certain you cannot be ignorant of the extent of confidence which must be placed in professional men. If any authority can be necessary on such a point, my dear Sir, let me refer you to the well-known case in Barnwell and —“

There are very few moments in a man’s existence, when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.