Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1850-05-31
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SAM WELLER'S VALENTINE.
FROM TIE PICKwICK PAPERS.

An old story, if good, is always better
than new one that is Indifferent. The
other day, in looking over the Pickwick
Papers, we came upon the scene where
Sam Weller writes a Valentine TO Mary :;
and forthwith we gave itoutas copy. Here
1t Is The younger and elder Weller, it
will be recollected, are seated in the parlor
of the Blue Boar, and the latter, mollifed
by the softening influence of tobacco, re-
quests his son TO : fire away and write
his Valentine.
Sam dipped his pen into the ink, to be
ready for any corrections, and began, with
a very theatrical air
Lovely
Stop, said Mr.. Weller. ringing the bell.
A double glass o the inwariabIc, my
dear
Very well, SIR replied the girl. who
with great quickness appeared, vanished.
returned, and disappeared.
They seem to know yddr ways here,
observed Sam.
Yes replied his father, i been here
before in my time. Go on, Sammy
Lovely creetur,' repeated Sam.
'Taint in poetry, is it " interposed the
father.
No, no, replied Sam.
Very glad to hear it, said Mr.. Wei
Ter.
POetry's unnatural no man ever talked
in poetry, 'cept beadle on boxin' dav, or
Warren's Blackin,' or RowIand's oil, or
some O them low fellows; never let your
self down to talk poetry, my boy. Begin
again, Sammy
Mr.. Weller resumed his pipe with crit-
cal solemnily, and Sam once more com
menced, and read as follows -
Lovely creetur, feel myself a dam
med
That amt proper said Mr.. Weller,
taking his pipe from his mouth.
No; il amt damned" observed Sam,
holding the letter 10 the light, it's shamed,
there's a blot there feel myself asham-
ed
Very good said Mr. Weller, 90 on.
Feel myself ashamed, and completely
clr-l forget what this word is said Sam.
scratching his head with the pen, in vain
to remember.
Why don't you look at it, then 2 in
quired Mr.. Weller.
So | an looking at it, replied Sam,
: but there's another blot here's c.
and 4" j." and : d. -
'Circumwented, p'raps,' suggested Mr.
Weller.
No, it amt that, said Sam, circum-
cribed, that's it,
That amt so good a word as circum-
vented, Sammy, said Mr.. Weller, grayely.
Think not ? said Sam.
Nothin' like ii, said his father.
But don't you think it means more p
inquired Sam.
Vel, p'raps it is a more tenderer word,
said Mr. Weller, after a moments reAec-
ton. 60 on, Sammy
Feel myself ashamed and completely
circumscribcd in dressin' of you, for YOU
are nice gal, and nothin' but it,
That's very pretty sentiment said
the elder Mr.. Weller, removing his pipe
to make way for his remark.
Yes, think it is rather good, OBJ
served Sam, highly nattered.
'Wot | like in that ere style of wri-
ing, SAID the elder Mr.. Weller, Is, that
there amt no calin' names in it--no We
muses., nor nothin' of that kind wot's the
good in calling a young CONAN, a We
nus, or an angel, Sammy 2
'Ah /! what, indeed ? replied Sam,
Drive on, Sammy said Mr.. Weller.
Sam complied with the request, and
proceeded as follows, with mixed ex-
preston of complacency, which was par
ticularly ediiying.
'Atore | see you, thought all women
were alike
So they are observed the elder Mr..
Weller, parenthetically.
But now,' continued Sam, now find
what reg'lar sof-headed, ink-red'lous
turnip must ha' been, for there amt tho
body like you, though like YOU better
than nothing Al all. thought it best 10