"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: "Two friends o' mine, as works the Oxford Road, and is up to all kinds o' games, has got the deputy shepherd safe in tow, Sammy; and ven he does come to the Ebenezer Junction (vich he's sure to do: for they'll see him to the door, and shove him in if necessary), he'll be as far gone in rum and water as ever he wos at the Markis o' Granby, Dorkin', and that's not sayin' a little neither." And with this, Mr.Weller once more laughed immoderately, and once more relapsed into a state of partial suffocation, in consequence.
Nothing could have been more in accordance with Sam Weller's feelings, than the projected exposure of the real propensities and qualities of the red-nosed man; and it being very near the appointed hour of meeting, the father and son took their way at once to Brick Lane: Sam not forgetting to drop his letter into a general post-office as they walked along.
The monthly meetings of the Brick Lane Branch of the United Grand Junction Ebenezer Temperance Association, were held in a large room, pleasantly and airily situated at the top of a safe and commodious ladder.The president was the straight-walking Mr.Anthony Humm, a converted fireman, now a schoolmaster, and occasionally an itinerant preacher; and the secretary was Mr.Jonas Mudge, chandler's shop-keeper, an enthusiastic and disinterested vessel, who sold tea to the members.Previous to the commencement of business, the ladies sat upon forms, and drank tea, till such time as they considered it expedient to leave off; and a large wooden money-box was conspicuously placed upon the green baize cloth of the business table, behind which the secretary stood, and acknowledged, with a gracious smile, every addition to the rich vein of copper which lay concealed within.
On this particular occasion the women drank tea to a most alarming extent;greatly to the horror of Mr.Weller senior, who, utterly regardless of all Sam's admonitory nudgings, stared about him in every direction with the most undisguised astonishment.
"Sammy," whispered Mr.Weller, "if some o' these here people don't want tappin' to-morrow mornin', I ain't your father, and that's wot it is.Why, this here old lady next me is a drowndin' herself in tea.""Be quiet, can't you," murmured Sam.
"Sam," whispered Mr.Weller, a moment afterwards, in a tone of deep agitation, "mark my vords, my boy.If that 'ere secretary fellow keeps on for only five minutes more, he'll blow hisself up with toast and water.""Well, let him, if he likes," replied Sam; "it ain't no bis'ness o'
yourn."
"If this here lasts much longer, Sammy," said Mr.Weller, in the same low voice, "I shall feel it my duty, as a human bein', to rise and address the cheer.There's a young 'ooman on the next form but two, as has drunk nine breakfast cups and a half; and she's a swellin' wisibly before my wery eyes."There is little doubt that Mr.Weller would have carried his benevolent intention into immediate execution, if a great noise, occasioned by putting up the cups and saucers, had not very fortunately announced that the tea-drinking was over.The crockery having been removed, the table with the green baize cover was carried out into the centre of the room, and the business of the evening was commenced by a little emphatic man, with a bald head, and drab shorts, who suddenly rushed up the ladder, at the imminent peril of snapping the two little legs encased in the drab shorts, and said:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I move our excellent brother, Mr.Anthony Humm, into the chair."The ladies waved a choice collection of pocket-handkerchiefs at this proposition: and the impetuous little man literally moved Mr.Humm into the chair, by taking him by the shoulders and thrusting him into a mahogany-frame which had once represented that article of furniture.The waving of handkerchiefs was renewed; and Mr.Humm, who was a sleek, white-faced man, in a perpetual perspiration, bowed meekly, to the great admiration of the females, and formally took his seat.Silence was then proclaimed by the little man in the drab shorts, and Mr.Humm rose and said--That, with the permission of his Brick Lane Branch brothers and sisters, then and there present, the secretary would read the report of the Brick Lane Branch committee;a proposition which was again received with a demonstration of pocket-handkerchiefs.
The secretary having sneezed in a very impressive manner, and the cough which always seizes an assembly, when anything particular is going to be done, having been duly performed, the following document was read:
" REPORT OF THE COMMITTEE OF THE BRICK LANE BRANCH OF THEUNITED GRAND JUNCTION EBENEZER TEMPERANCE ASSOCIATION"Your committee have pursued their grateful labours during the past month, and have the unspeakable pleasure of reporting the following additional cases of converts to Temperance.
"H.Walker, tailor, wife, and two children.When in better circumstances, owns to having been in the constant habit of drinking ale and beer; says he is not certain whether he did not twice a week, for twenty years, taste `dog's nose,' which your committee find upon inquiry, to be compounded of warm porter, moist sugar, gin, and nutmeg (a groan, and `So it is!'
from an elderly female).Is now out of work and penniless; thinks it must be the porter (cheers) or the loss of the use of his right hand; is not certain which, but thinks it very likely that, if he had drunk nothing but water all his life, his fellow workman would never have stuck a rusty needle in him, and thereby occasioned his accident (tremendous cheering).
Has nothing but cold water to drink, and never feels thirsty (great applause).
