Peek Weeks.

How you do, Weeks ?' 'Quite well, I thank you,' replied Mr.Pickwick, with all his usual affability.

'Have you been long in England ?' 'Long--ver long time--fortnight--more.' 'Do you stay here long ?' 'One week.' 'You will have enough to do,' said Mr.Pickwick smiling, 'to gather all the materials you want in that time.' 'Eh, they are gathered,' said the count.
'Indeed!' said Mr.Pickwick.
'They are here,' added the count, tapping his forehead significantly.
'Large book at home--full of notes--music, picture, science, potry, poltic; all tings.' 'The word politics, sir,' said Mr.Pickwick, 'comprises in itself, a difficult study of no inconsiderable magnitude.' 'Ah!' said the count, drawing out the tablets again, 'ver good--fine words to begin a chapter.

Chapter forty-seven.

Poltics.