'The calm, cool water seems to me to murmur an invitation to repose and rest.

A bound, a splash, a brief struggle; there is an eddy for an instant, it gradually subsides into a gentle ripple; the waters have closed above your head, and the world has closed upon your miseries and misfortunes for ever.' The sunken eye of the dismal man flashed brightly as he spoke, but the momentary excitement quickly subsided; and he turned calmly away, as he said-- 'There--enough of that.

I wish to see you on another subject.

You invited me to read that paper, the night before last, and listened attentively while I did so.' 'I did,' replied Mr.Pickwick; 'and I certainly thought--' 'I asked for no opinion,' said the dismal man, interrupting him, 'and I want none.

You are travelling for amusement and instruction.