THE PICKWICK PAPERS (illustrated, complete, and unabridged)

matters connected with the field; because, as Mr. Pickwick beautifully observes, it has somehow or other happened, from time immemorial, that many of the best and ablest philosophers, who have been perfect lights of science in matters of theory, have been wholly unable to reduce them to practice.

'Dodson and Fogg,' he repeated mechanically. 'Bardell and Pickwick,' said Mr. Snodgrass, musing.

'But my song I troll out, for Christmas Stout, The hearty, the true, and the bold; A bumper I drain, and with might and main Give three cheers for this Christmas old! We'll usher him in with a merry din That shall gladden his joyous heart, And we'll keep him up, while there's bite or sup, And in fellowship good, we'll part. 'In his fine honest prid

It's a capital prescription, sir. I takes it reg'lar, and I can warrant it to drive away any illness as is caused by too much jollity.'

wery best intentions, as the gen'l'm'n said ven he run away from his wife 'cos she seemed unhappy with him,'

basked in the fresh morning air with lively and blithesome feelings, and a few hours afterwards were laid low upon the earth.

Company, you see—company—is—is—it's a very different thing from solitude—ain't it?'

A CHRISTMAS CAROL 'I care not for Spring; on his fickle wing Let the

Above the hoarse loud hum, arose, from time to time, a boisterous laugh; or a scrap of some jingling song, shouted forth, by one of the giddy crowd, would strike upon the ear, for an instant, and then be lost amidst the roar of voices and the tramp of footsteps; the breaking of the billows of the restless sea of life, that rolled heavily on, withou