Club of which I was the
founder. Let him deny it if he dare." Here the individual called out
"Bill Stumps! Tell 'em about that." "I will not tell 'em, sir," said
Mr. Pickwick, warmly; "they know it too well. It shall be known as
long as my name is known and when this person is consigned to the
gutter whence he came." "It's all Humbug," said Mr. Blotton, "humbug
you were and humbug you ever will be." Here Dr. Pettigrew, our
excellent local practitioner, interposed, "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he
said; "is this to go on; are we to listen to this low abuse?" A
number of persons closing round Blotton succeeded in ejecting him from
the room, and this truly painful incident closed.

VISITORS AT THE DELL.

During the past week, Mr. Pickwick has been entertaining a series of
visitors--among others, Mr. Wardle, of Manor Farm, Muggleton, Kent,
with Miss Wardle, his sister--the heroine of a most romantic story
communicated to us by Mr. Weller, though we are not privileged to lift
the veil from this interesting episode. But suffice it to say that it
comprised an elopement and exciting chase, in which Mr. Pickwick, with
his usual gallantry, took part. The estrangement which necessarily
followed between brother and sister has long since been happily
healed. Mr. Perker, the eminent London solicitor--Mr. Pickwick's
"guide, philosopher and friend"--has also been staying at the Dell.

HUMOROUS ADVENTURE.

Our readers will be entertained by the following droll contretemps
which befel our deservedly popular fellow-citizen, as we may call him,
Mr. Pickwick. As our readers know, the Annual Charity Dinner took
place at the Greyhound, on Tuesday, Mr. Pickwick being in the chair,
and making many of his happiest speeches during the course of which he
related many curious details about himself and his life. The party
did not break up till a late hour--nearly eleven o'clock. A fly--a
special one, as usual--had been retained to take Mr. Pickwick home,
but as the trusted Hobson, who invariably attends Mr. Pickwick on such
occasions, had another engagement, a stranger was procured from
Camberwell. Mr. Pickwick was placed in the vehicle not, as he says,
without misgivings, and, as he admits, fell fast asleep. He was
driven home--as he fancied. On arriving, the coachman had much
difficulty in making himself heard. Mr. Pickw