Now, these here fellows, my boy, are a-goin' to-night to get up the monthly meetin' o' the Brick Lane Branch o' the United Grand Junction Ebenezer Temperance Association.

Your mother-in-law wos a-goin', Sammy, but she's got the rheumatics, and can't; and I, Sammy--I've got the two tickets as wos sent her.' Mr.Weller communicated this secret with great glee, and winked so indefatigably after doing so, that Sam began to think he must have got the TIC DOLOUREUX in his right eyelid.
'Well ?' said that young gentleman.

'Well,' continued his progenitor, looking round him very cautiously, 'you and I'll go, punctiwal to the time.

The deputy-shepherd won't, Sammy; the deputy-shepherd won't.' Here Mr.Weller was seized with a paroxysm of chuckles, which gradually terminated in as near an approach to a choke as an elderly gentleman can, with safety, sustain.
'Well, I never see sitch an old ghost in all my born days,' exclaimed Sam, rubbing the old gentleman's back, hard enough to set him on fire with the friction.

'What are you a-laughin' at, corpilence ?' 'Hush! Sammy,' said Mr.Weller, looking round him with increased caution, and speaking in a whisper.