Mr. Weller made no reply, but once more shook his head most learnedly.
"Leave off rattlin" that "ere n.o.b o" yourn, if you don"t want it to come off the springs altogether," said Sam impatiently, "and behave reasonable. I vent all the vay down to the Markis o" Granby, arter you, last night."
"Did you see the Marchioness o" Granby, Sammy?" inquired Mr. Weller, with a sigh.
"Yes, I did," replied Sam.
"How wos the dear creetur a-lookin"?"
"Wery queer," said Sam. "I think she"s a-injurin" herself gradivally vith too much o" that "ere pine-apple rum, and other strong medicines of the same natur."
"You don"t mean that, Sammy?" said the senior earnestly.
"I do, indeed," replied the junior. Mr. Weller seized his son"s hand, clasped it, and let it fall. There was an expression on his countenance in doing so--not of dismay or apprehension, but partaking more of the sweet and gentle character of hope. A gleam of resignation, and even of cheerfulness, pa.s.sed over his face too, as he slowly said, "I ain"t quite certain, Sammy; I wouldn"t like to say I wos altogether positive, in case of any subsekent disappointment, but I rayther think, my boy, I rayther think, that the shepherd"s got the liver complaint!"
"Does he look bad?" inquired Sam.
"He"s uncommon pale," replied his father, "cept about the nose, which is redder than ever. His appet.i.te is wery so-so, but he imbibes wonderful."
Some thoughts of the rum appeared to obtrude themselves on Mr. Weller"s mind, as he said this; for he looked gloomy and thoughtful; but he very shortly recovered, as was testified by a perfect alphabet of winks, in which he was only wont to indulge when particularly pleased.
"Vell, now," said Sam, "about my affair. Just open them ears o" yourn, and don"t say nothin" till I"ve done." With this preface, Sam related, as succinctly as he could, the last memorable conversation he had had with Mr. Pickwick.
"Stop there by himself, poor creetur!" exclaimed the elder Mr. Weller, "without n.o.body to take his part! It can"t be done, Samivel, it can"t be done."
"O" course it can"t," a.s.serted Sam: "I know"d that, afore I came." "Why, they"ll eat him up alive, Sammy,"exclaimed Mr. Weller.
Sam nodded his concurrence in the opinion.
"He goes in rayther raw, Sammy," said Mr. Weller metaphorically, "and he"ll come out, done so ex-ceedin" brown, that his most formiliar friends won"t know him. Roast pigeon"s nothin" to it, Sammy."
Again Sam Weller nodded.
"It oughtn"t to be, Samivel," said Mr. Weller gravely.
"It mustn"t be," said Sam.
"Cert"nly not," said Mr. Weller.
"Vell now," said Sam, "you"ve been a-prophecyin" away, wery fine, like a red-faced Nixon, as the sixpenny books gives picters on."
"Who wos he, Sammy?" inquired Mr. Weller.
"Never mind who he was," retorted Sam; "he warn"t a coachman; that"s enough for you." "I know"d a ostler o" that name," said Mr. Weller, musing.
"It warn"t him," said Sam. "This here gen"l"m"n was a prophet."
"Wot"s a prophet?" inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly on his son.
"Wy, a man as tells what"s a-goin" to happen," replied Sam.
"I wish I"d know"d him, Sammy," said Mr. Weller. "P"raps he might ha" throw"d a small light on that "ere liver complaint as we wos a-speakin" on, just now. Hows"ever, if he"s dead, and ain"t left the bisness to n.o.body, there"s an end on it. Go on, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, with a sigh.
"Well," said Sam, "you"ve been a-prophecyin" avay about wot"ll happen to the gov"ner if he"s left alone. Don"t you see any way o" takin" care on him?"
"No, I don"t, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, with a reflective visage.
"No vay at all?" inquired Sam.
"No vay," said Mr. Weller, "unless"--and a gleam of intelligence lighted up his countenance as he sank his voice to a whisper, and applied his mouth to the ear of his offspring--"unless it is getting him out in a turn-up bedstead, unbeknown to the turnkeys, Sammy, or dressin" him up like a old "ooman vith a green wail."
Sam Weller received both of these suggestions with unexpected contempt, and again propounded his question.
"No," said the old gentleman; "if he von"t let you stop there, I see no vay at all. It"s no thoroughfare, Sammy, no thoroughfare."
"Well, then, I"ll tell you wot it is," said Sam, "I"ll trouble you for the loan of five-and-twenty pound."
"Wot good"ll that do?" inquired Mr. Weller.
"Never mind," replied Sam. "P"raps you may ask for it five minits arterwards; p"raps I may say I von"t pay, and cut up rough. You von"t think o" arrestin" your own son for the money, and sendin" him off to the Fleet, will you, you unnat"ral wagabone?"
At this reply of Sam"s, the father and son exchanged a complete code of telegraph nods and gestures, after which, the elder Mr. Weller sat himself down on a stone step and laughed till he was purple.
"Wot a old image it is!" exclaimed Sam, indignant at this loss of time. "What are you a-settin" down there for, con-wertin" your face into a street-door knocker, wen there"s so much to be done. Where"s the money?" "In the boot, Sammy, in the boot," replied Mr. Weller, composing his features. "Hold my hat, Sammy."
Having divested himself of this enc.u.mbrance, Mr. Weller gave his body a sudden wrench to one side, and by a dexterous twist, contrived to get his right hand into a most capacious pocket, from whence, after a great deal of panting and exertion, he extricated a pocket-book of the large octavo size, fastened by a huge leathern strap. From this ledger he drew forth a couple of whiplashes, three or four buckles, a little sample-bag of corn, and, finally, a small roll of very dirty bank-notes, from which he selected the required amount, which he handed over to Sam.
"And now, Sammy," said the old gentleman, when the whip- lashes, and the buckles, and the samples, had been all put back, and the book once more deposited at the bottom of the same pocket, "now, Sammy, I know a gen"l"m"n here, as"ll do the rest o" the bisness for us, in no time--a limb o" the law, Sammy, as has got brains like the frogs, dispersed all over his body, and reachin" to the wery tips of his fingers; a friend of the Lord Chancellorship"s, Sammy, who"d only have to tell him what he wanted, and he"d lock you up for life, if that wos all."
"I say," said Sam, "none o" that."
"None o" wot?" inquired Mr. Weller.
"Wy, none o" them unconst.i.tootional ways o" doin" it," retorted Sam. "The have-his-carca.s.s, next to the perpetual motion, is vun of the blessedest things as wos ever made. I"ve read that "ere in the newspapers wery of"en."
"Well, wot"s that got to do vith it?" inquired Mr. Weller.
"Just this here," said Sam, "that I"ll patronise the inwention, and go in, that vay. No visperin"s to the Chancellorship--I don"t like the notion. It mayn"t be altogether safe, vith reference to gettin" out agin."
Deferring to his son"s feeling upon this point, Mr. Weller at once sought the erudite Solomon Pell, and acquainted him with his desire to issue a writ, instantly, for the SUM of twenty-five pounds, and costs of process; to be executed without delay upon the body of one Samuel Weller; the charges thereby incurred, to be paid in advance to Solomon Pell.
The attorney was in high glee, for the embarra.s.sed coach- horser was ordered to be discharged forthwith. He highly approved of Sam"s attachment to his master; declared that it strongly reminded him of his own feelings of devotion to his friend, the Chancellor; and at once led the elder Mr. Weller down to the Temple, to swear the affidavit of debt, which the boy, with the a.s.sistance of the blue bag, had drawn up on the spot.
Meanwhile, Sam, having been formally introduced to the whitewashed gentleman and his friends, as the offspring of Mr. Weller, of the Belle Savage, was treated with marked distinction, and invited to regale himself with them in honour of the occasion --an invitation which he was by no means backward in accepting.
The mirth of gentlemen of this cla.s.s is of a grave and quiet character, usually; but the present instance was one of peculiar festivity, and they relaxed in proportion. After some rather tumultuous toasting of the Chief Commissioner and Mr. Solomon Pell, who had that day displayed such transcendent abilities, a mottled-faced gentleman in a blue shawl proposed that somebody should sing a song. The obvious suggestion was, that the mottled- faced gentleman, being anxious for a song, should sing it himself; but this the mottled-faced gentleman st.u.r.dily, and somewhat offensively, declined to do. Upon which, as is not unusual in such cases, a rather angry colloquy ensued.
"Gentlemen," said the coach-horser, "rather than disturb the harmony of this delightful occasion, perhaps Mr. Samuel Weller will oblige the company."
"Raly, gentlemen," said Sam, "I"m not wery much in the habit o" singin" without the instrument; but anythin" for a quiet life, as the man said wen he took the sitivation at the lighthouse."
With this prelude, Mr. Samuel Weller burst at once into the following wild and beautiful legend, which, under the impression that it is not generally known, we take the liberty of quoting. We would beg to call particular attention to the monosyllable at the end of the second and fourth lines, which not only enables the singer to take breath at those points, but greatly a.s.sists the metre.
ROMANCE I Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath, His bold mare Bess bestrode-er; Ven there he see"d the Bishop"s coach A-coming along the road-er. So he gallops close to the "orse"s legs, And he claps his head vithin; And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, This here"s the bold Turpin!"
CHORUS And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, This here"s the bold Turpin!"
II Says Turpin, "You shall eat your words, With a sa.r.s.e of leaden bul-let;" So he puts a pistol to his mouth, And he fires it down his gul-let. The coachman he not likin" the job, Set off at full gal-lop, But d.i.c.k put a couple of b.a.l.l.s in his n.o.b, And perwailed on him to stop.
CHORUS (sarcastically) But d.i.c.k put a couple of b.a.l.l.s in his n.o.b, And perwailed on him to stop.
"I maintain that that "ere song"s personal to the cloth," said the mottled-faced gentleman, interrupting it at this point. "I demand the name o" that coachman."
"n.o.body know"d," replied Sam. "He hadn"t got his card in his pocket."
"I object to the introduction o" politics," said the mottled- faced gentleman. "I submit that, in the present company, that "ere song"s political; and, wot"s much the same, that it ain"t true. I say that that coachman did not run away; but that he died game--game as pheasants; and I won"t hear nothin" said to the contrairey."
As the mottled-faced gentleman spoke with great energy and determination, and as the opinions of the company seemed divided on the subject, it threatened to give rise to fresh altercation, when Mr. Weller and Mr. Pell most opportunely arrived.
"All right, Sammy," said Mr. Weller.
"The officer will be here at four o"clock," said Mr. Pell. "I suppose you won"t run away meanwhile, eh? Ha! ha!"
"P"raps my cruel pa "ull relent afore then," replied Sam, with a broad grin.
"Not I," said the elder Mr. Weller.
"Do," said Sam.
"Not on no account," replied the inexorable creditor.
"I"ll give bills for the amount, at sixpence a month," said Sam.
"I won"t take "em," said Mr. Weller.
"Ha, ha, ha! very good, very good," said Mr. Solomon Pell, who was making out his little bill of costs; "a very amusing incident indeed! Benjamin, copy that." And Mr. Pell smiled again, as he called Mr. Weller"s attention to the amount.
"Thank you, thank you," said the professional gentleman, taking up another of the greasy notes as Mr. Weller took it from the pocket-book. "Three ten and one ten is five. Much obliged to you, Mr. Weller. Your son is a most deserving young man, very much so indeed, Sir. It"s a very pleasant trait in a young man"s character, very much so," added Mr. Pell, smiling smoothly round, as he b.u.t.toned up the money.
"Wot a game it is!" said the elder Mr. Weller, with a chuckle. "A reg"lar prodigy son!"
"Prodigal--prodigal son, Sir," suggested Mr. Pell, mildly.
"Never mind, Sir," said Mr. Weller, with dignity. "I know wot"s o"clock, Sir. Wen I don"t, I"ll ask you, Sir."
By the time the officer arrived, Sam had made himself so extremely popular, that the congregated gentlemen determined to see him to prison in a body. So off they set; the plaintiff and defendant walking arm in arm, the officer in front, and eight stout coachmen bringing up the rear. At Serjeant"s Inn Coffee-house the whole party halted to refresh, and, the legal arrangements being completed, the procession moved on again.
Some little commotion was occasioned in Fleet Street, by the pleasantry of the eight gentlemen in the flank, who persevered in walking four abreast; it was also found necessary to leave the mottled-faced gentleman behind, to fight a ticket-porter, it being arranged that his friends should call for him as they came back. Nothing but these little incidents occurred on the way. When they reached the gate of the Fleet, the cavalcade, taking the time from the plaintiff, gave three tremendous cheers for the defendant, and, after having shaken hands all round, left him.
Sam, having been formally delivered into the warder"s custody, to the intense astonishment of Roker, and to the evident emotion of even the phlegmatic Neddy, pa.s.sed at once into the prison, walked straight to his master"s room, and knocked at the door.
"Come in," said Mr. Pickwick.
Sam appeared, pulled off his hat, and smiled.
"Ah, Sam, my good lad!" said Mr. Pickwick, evidently delighted to see his humble friend again; "I had no intention of hurting your feelings yesterday, my faithful fellow, by what I said. Put down your hat, Sam, and let me explain my meaning, a little more at length."
"Won"t presently do, sir?" inquired Sam.
"Certainly," said Mr. Pickwick; "but why not now?"
"I"d rayther not now, sir," rejoined Sam.
"Why?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.
"Cause--" said Sam, hesitating.
"Because of what?" inquired Mr. Pickwick, alarmed at his follower"s manner. "Speak out, Sam."
"Cause," rejoined Sam--"cause I"ve got a little bisness as I want to do."
"What business?" inquired Mr. Pickwick, surprised at Sam"s confused manner.
"Nothin" partickler, Sir," replied Sam.
"Oh, if it"s nothing particular," said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile, "you can speak with me first."
"I think I"d better see arter it at once," said Sam, still hesitating.
Mr. Pickwick looked amazed, but said nothing.
"The fact is--" said Sam, stopping short.
"Well!" said Mr. Pickwick. "Speak out, Sam."
"Why, the fact is," said Sam, with a desperate effort, "perhaps I"d better see arter my bed afore I do anythin" else."
"YOUR BED!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in astonishment.
"Yes, my bed, Sir," replied Sam, "I"m a prisoner. I was arrested this here wery arternoon for debt."
"You arrested for debt!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sinking into a chair.
"Yes, for debt, Sir," replied Sam. "And the man as puts me in, "ull never let me out till you go yourself."
"Bless my heart and soul!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Pickwick. "What do you mean?"
"Wot I say, Sir," rejoined Sam. "If it"s forty years to come, I shall be a prisoner, and I"m very glad on it; and if it had been Newgate, it would ha" been just the same. Now the murder"s out, and, damme, there"s an end on it!"