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said that Mr. Weller was engaged in preparing for his journey to London--he was taking sustenance, in fact. On the table before him, stood a pot of ale, a cold round of beef, and a very respectable-looking loaf, to each of which he distributed his favours in turn, with the most rigid impartiality. He had just cut a mighty slice from the latter, when the footsteps of somebody entering the room, caused him to raise his head; and he beheld his son. Mornin, Sammy! said the father. The son walked up to the pot of ale, and nodding significantly to his parent, took a long draught by way of reply. Wery good power o suction, Sammy, said Mr. Weller the elder, looking into the pot, when his first-born had set it down half empty. Youd ha made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if youd been born in that station o life. Yes, I des-say, I should ha managed to pick up a respectable livin, replied Sam applying himself to the cold beef, with considerable vigour. Im wery sorry, Sammy, said the elder Mr. Weller, shaking up the ale, by describing small circles with the pot, preparatory to drinking. Im wery sorry, Sammy, to hear from your lips, as you let yourself be gammoned by that ere mulberry man. I always thought, up to three days ago, that the names of Veller and gammon could never come into contract, Sammy, never. Always exceptin the case of a widder, of course, said Sam. Widders, Sammy, replied Mr. Weller, slightly changing colour. Widders are ceptions to evry rule. I have heerd how many ordinary women one widders equal to in pint o comin over you. I think its five-and-twenty, but I dont rightly know vether it aint more. Well; thats pretty well, said Sam. Besides, continued Mr. Weller, not noticing the interruption, thats a wery different thing. You know what the counsel said, Sammy, as defended the genlmn as beat his wife with the poker, venever he got jolly. "And arter all, my Lord," says he, "its a amiable weakness." So I says respectin widders, Sammy, and so youll say, ven you gets as old as me. I ought to ha knowd better, I know, said Sam. Ought to ha knowd better! repeated Mr. Weller, striking the table with his fist. Ought to ha knowd better! why, I know a young un as hasnt had half nor quarter your eddication--as hasnt slept about the markets, no, not six months--whod ha scorned to be let in, in such a vay; scorned it, Sammy. In the excitement of feeling produced by this agonising reflection, Mr. Weller rang the bell, and ordered an additional pint of ale. Well, its no use talking about it now, said Sam. Its over, and cant be helped, and thats one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, ven they cuts the wrong mans head off. Its my innings now, govnor, and as soon as I catches hold o this ere Trotter, Ill have a good un. I hope you will, Sammy. I hope you will, returned Mr. Weller. Heres your health, Sammy, and may you speedily vipe off the disgrace as youve inflicted on the family name. In honour of this toast Mr. Weller imbibed at a draught, at least two-thirds of a newly-arrived pint, and handed it over to his son, to dispose of the remainder, which he instantaneously did. And now, Sammy, said Mr. Weller, consulting a large double- faced silver watch that hung at the end of the copper chain. Now its time I was up at the office to get my vay-bill and see the coach loaded; for coaches, Sammy, is like guns--they requires to be loaded with wery great care, afore they go off. At this parental and professional joke, Mr. Weller, junior, smiled a filial smile. His revered parent continued in a solemn tone-- Im a-goin to leave you, Samivel, my boy, and theres no telling ven I shall see you again. Your mother-in-law may ha been too much for me, or a thousand things may have happened by the time you next hears any news o the celebrated Mr. Veller o the Bell Savage. The family name depends wery much upon you, Samivel, and I hope youll do wots right by it. Upon all little pints o breedin, I know I may trust you as vell as if it was my own self. So Ive only this here one little bit

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