Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1837-11-22
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FLEET PRISON.

debt is scarcely any punishment at all.
think not, sirl" inquired Mr.. Weller.
"You see how these fellows drink, and
smoke. and roar" replied MIR. Pickwick.
It's quite impossible that they can mind
it much"
"Ah, that's just the VERY thing, sir"
rejoined Sam, "they don't mind il; it's
regular holiday to them--all porter and
skettes. lt's the t'oiher vuns as gets done
over With this sort o'thing them down.
hearted fellers as can't svig away at the
beer, nor play sketiles neither; them as
would pay if they could, and gets low by
being boxed up. I'll tell you what it is, sir;
them as Is always a idlin' in public houses
it don't damage at all, and them as is al
ways vorkln' ven they can, it damages
100 much. It's uuekal, as my father used
to say ven his grog warn't made half and
half-It's unekal. and that's the fault on it,"
81 think you're right, SAM" said Mr..
Pickwick, after few moments reflection,
squire right"
"P'raps, now and then, there's some
honest people as likes it," observed Mr..
Weller, in ruminative tone; " but new
the little dirty faced man in the brown coat,
and that was force of habit"
sand who was hel" inquired Mr.. Pick.
wiki.
Ivy, that's just the VERY point as no.
body ever know'd," replied Sam.
{" But what did he DOR
"Vy, he did wot many men as has been
much better knowed has done in their time
SIR" replied Sam, she run match agin
the constable, and yum it"
In other words, suppose" said Mr..
Pickwick, "he got into debit"
"Just that, sir" replied Sam, "and in
course o. time he come here in consekens.
| 1t warn't much: execution for nine pound
nothin', multiplied by five for costs; but
hows'ever here he stopped for seventeen
year. 1.-The got any wrinkles in his face,
they was stopped up With the dirt, for both
the dirty face and the brown coat wos just
the same at the end O. that time as :hey
wos at the beg;nnin'. He wos q VERY
peaceful inolfendin' little crcetur, and wos
always bus,ln' about for somebody, or
payin' racke,s and never vinnin'; I'LL at
last the turkeys they got quite fond on
HIM, and he woS in the lodge ev'ry night.
a chaterin' With 'em. and tellin' stories, and
nil that ere. Vun night he wos in there
as usual, alone With very old friend of
as wos OIL the lock, ven he says all of sud.
den, ! ain: seen the market outside, Bill,
he says Elect market was there ut thai
time 81 aini seen the marke; outside, Bill,
lie says, for seventeen year, know you
AMT SAYS the turnkey smoking his pipe.
q should like to see it a mint, Bill he says.
'Wcrry probable says the turnkey, maxim
/, believe he war'nt up 10 what the 'il;lc man
wanted. Bill says the little man more
abrupt than before We got the fancy ii
+. my head. Let me see the public street be
fore / die and if amt struck with the
'apoplexy, I'll be back in five minutes by the
clock. And wot 'ud become OF me if you
, ,cos struck with apopexy?' said the turnkey
wv says the leetle cretur. whoever founc
\ me, 'ud bring me home. for I've got my
. card in my pocket, Bill he says, No. %
> Coffee.room Flight and that wos true, sure
enough, for ven he wanted to make the &c
quantance of any new conner, he used t
pull out little limp card With them words
/. on it and nothin' else in consideration o
l. vch he wos always called Number Twenty
n The turnkey takes fixed look at him, an
y" at last he says in solemn manner. 'Tven
ty,' he says, 'l'll trust you; you won't &c
! your old friend into trouble mo, my boy
% hope have something better behind here
ID says the little man, and as he said it, he h
T. his little veskit VERY hard. and then tea
started ou O. each eye, which wos WEIR
extraordinary; for it wos supposed that wa
at ter never touched his face. He shoe
ID the turnkey by the hand and out h
IL vent"
h. Sand never came back again." said NJ
Pickwick.
"Wrong for vaunce, SIR" replied NJ
o. Weller, "for back he come two m;nits
- fore the time, bilin' With rage, sayin' no
TO- he had been nearly run over by hackne
rd coach that he war'nt used to 1t, and
u was bowed if he wouldn't write TO the Lo
nd Mayor. They got him pacified at las
ny and for FIVE years arter that, he new
al even so much as peeped out O. the lodg
nc gate" !,
"At the expiration Of that time he died
suppose" said Mr.. PlckwicT.
"No he didn't, sir" replied Sam. st
got curiosity TO 60 and taste the beer
hu new public house over the way, on I
premises and il wos such nice park
: that he took il into his head to go there q
US; rs' cry night. which he did for long time.
'er. ways comm back reg'ar about quart
z Of hour afore the gate shut, which W
; all VERY snug and comfortable. At /
', he began TO get SO precious jolly. that
C used to forget how the time vent, or ca
old nothin' al all about il. and vent on gett
d da' later and later, till vun night his old fire
70 wos Just shuitin' the gate-had turn
, be ,he.key in fact--ven he come up. III
lore hard, BilI,,.he says. 'Woi. amt you CO.
IN IN home yet. Tventyl' says The turnkey ;
,.nd thought you was in long ago. No v
not SAYS the little man with smile. "
4 then, III tell you wot il is, my FRIEND st
" the turnkey, openin' the gate VERY 81
itch and sullsy, it's my 'pinion as you've got
hom to bad company O. late. which I'm we
rent sorry to see. Now don't wish to do I