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<h1> THE PICKWICK PAPERS </h1>
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<h2> By Charles Dickens </h2>
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<h1> THE POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF THE PICKWICK CLUB </h1>
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<h2> CHAPTER I. THE PICKWICKIANS </h2>
<p>The first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a
dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the earlier history of the
public career of the immortal Pickwick would appear to be involved, is
derived from the perusal of the following entry in the Transactions of the
Pickwick Club, which the editor of these papers feels the highest pleasure
in laying before his readers, as a proof of the careful attention,
indefatigable assiduity, and nice discrimination, with which his search
among the multifarious documents confided to him has been conducted.</p>
<p>'May 12, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C. [Perpetual
Vice-President—Member Pickwick Club], presiding. The following
resolutions unanimously agreed to:—</p>
<p>'That this Association has heard read, with feelings of unmingled
satisfaction, and unqualified approval, the paper communicated by Samuel
Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C. [General Chairman—Member Pickwick Club],
entitled "Speculations on the Source of the Hampstead Ponds, with some
Observations on the Theory of Tittlebats;" and that this Association does
hereby return its warmest thanks to the said Samuel Pickwick, Esq.,
G.C.M.P.C., for the same.</p>
<p>'That while this Association is deeply sensible of the advantages which
must accrue to the cause of science, from the production to which they
have just adverted—no less than from the unwearied researches of
Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., in Hornsey, Highgate, Brixton, and
Camberwell—they cannot but entertain a lively sense of the
inestimable benefits which must inevitably result from carrying the
speculations of that learned man into a wider field, from extending his
travels, and, consequently, enlarging his sphere of observation, to the
advancement of knowledge, and the diffusion of learning.</p>
<p>'That, with the view just mentioned, this Association has taken into its
serious consideration a proposal, emanating from the aforesaid, Samuel
Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., and three other Pickwickians hereinafter
named, for forming a new branch of United Pickwickians, under the title of
The Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Club.</p>
<p>'That the said proposal has received the sanction and approval of this
Association. 'That the Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Club is
therefore hereby constituted; and that Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C.,
Tracy Tupman, Esq., M.P.C., Augustus Snodgrass, Esq., M.P.C., and
Nathaniel Winkle, Esq., M.P.C., are hereby nominated and appointed members
of the same; and that they be requested to forward, from time to time,
authenticated accounts of their journeys and investigations, of their
observations of character and manners, and of the whole of their
adventures, together with all tales and papers to which local scenery or
associations may give rise, to the Pickwick Club, stationed in London.</p>
<p>'That this Association cordially recognises the principle of every member
of the Corresponding Society defraying his own travelling expenses; and
that it sees no objection whatever to the members of the said society
pursuing their inquiries for any length of time they please, upon the same
terms.</p>
<p>'That the members of the aforesaid Corresponding Society be, and are
hereby informed, that their proposal to pay the postage of their letters,
and the carriage of their parcels, has been deliberated upon by this
Association: that this Association considers such proposal worthy of the
great minds from which it emanated, and that it hereby signifies its
perfect acquiescence therein.'</p>
<p>A casual observer, adds the secretary, to whose notes we are indebted for
the following account—a casual observer might possibly have remarked
nothing extraordinary in the bald head, and circular spectacles, which
were intently turned towards his (the secretary's) face, during the
reading of the above resolutions: to those who knew that the gigantic
brain of Pickwick was working beneath that forehead, and that the beaming
eyes of Pickwick were twinkling behind those glasses, the sight was indeed
an interesting one. There sat the man who had traced to their source the
mighty ponds of Hampstead, and agitated the scientific world with his
Theory of Tittlebats, as calm and unmoved as the deep waters of the one on
a frosty day, or as a solitary specimen of the other in the inmost
recesses of an earthen jar. And how much more interesting did the
spectacle become, when, starting into full life and animation, as a
simultaneous call for 'Pickwick' burst from his followers, that
illustrious man slowly mounted into the Windsor chair, on which he had
been previously seated, and addressed the club himself had founded. What a
study for an artist did that exciting scene present! The eloquent
Pickwick, with one hand gracefully concealed behind his coat tails, and
the other waving in air to assist his glowing declamation; his elevated
position revealing those tights and gaiters, which, had they clothed an
ordinary man, might have passed without observation, but which, when
Pickwick clothed them—if we may use the expression—inspired
involuntary awe and respect; surrounded by the men who had volunteered to
share the perils of his travels, and who were destined to participate in
the glories of his discoveries. On his right sat Mr. Tracy Tupman—the
too susceptible Tupman, who to the wisdom and experience of maturer years
superadded the enthusiasm and ardour of a boy in the most interesting and
pardonable of human weaknesses—love. Time and feeding had expanded
that once romantic form; the black silk waistcoat had become more and more
developed; inch by inch had the gold watch-chain beneath it disappeared
from within the range of Tupman's vision; and gradually had the capacious
chin encroached upon the borders of the white cravat: but the soul of
Tupman had known no change—admiration of the fair sex was still its
ruling passion. On the left of his great leader sat the poetic Snodgrass,
and near him again the sporting Winkle; the former poetically enveloped in
a mysterious blue cloak with a canine-skin collar, and the latter
communicating additional lustre to a new green shooting-coat, plaid
neckerchief, and closely-fitted drabs.</p>
<p>Mr. Pickwick's oration upon this occasion, together with the debate
thereon, is entered on the Transactions of the Club. Both bear a strong
affinity to the discussions of other celebrated bodies; and, as it is
always interesting to trace a resemblance between the proceedings of great
men, we transfer the entry to these pages.</p>
<p>'Mr. Pickwick observed (says the secretary) that fame was dear to the
heart of every man. Poetic fame was dear to the heart of his friend
Snodgrass; the fame of conquest was equally dear to his friend Tupman; and
the desire of earning fame in the sports of the field, the air, and the
water was uppermost in the breast of his friend Winkle. He (Mr. Pickwick)
would not deny that he was influenced by human passions and human feelings
(cheers)—possibly by human weaknesses (loud cries of "No"); but this
he would say, that if ever the fire of self-importance broke out in his
bosom, the desire to benefit the human race in preference effectually
quenched it. The praise of mankind was his swing; philanthropy was his
insurance office. (Vehement cheering.) He had felt some pride—he
acknowledged it freely, and let his enemies make the most of it—he
had felt some pride when he presented his Tittlebatian Theory to the
world; it might be celebrated or it might not. (A cry of "It is," and
great cheering.) He would take the assertion of that honourable
Pickwickian whose voice he had just heard—it was celebrated; but if
the fame of that treatise were to extend to the farthest confines of the
known world, the pride with which he should reflect on the authorship of
that production would be as nothing compared with the pride with which he
looked around him, on this, the proudest moment of his existence.
(Cheers.) He was a humble individual. ("No, no.") Still he could not but
feel that they had selected him for a service of great honour, and of some
danger. Travelling was in a troubled state, and the minds of coachmen were
unsettled. Let them look abroad and contemplate the scenes which were
enacting around them. Stage-coaches were upsetting in all directions,
horses were bolting, boats were overturning, and boilers were bursting.
(Cheers—a voice "No.") No! (Cheers.) Let that honourable Pickwickian
who cried "No" so loudly come forward and deny it, if he could. (Cheers.)
Who was it that cried "No"? (Enthusiastic cheering.) Was it some vain and
disappointed man—he would not say haberdasher (loud cheers)—who,
jealous of the praise which had been—perhaps undeservedly—bestowed
on his (Mr. Pickwick's) researches, and smarting under the censure which
had been heaped upon his own feeble attempts at rivalry, now took this
vile and calumnious mode of—-</p>
<p>'Mr. BLOTTON (of Aldgate) rose to order. Did the honourable Pickwickian
allude to him? (Cries of "Order," "Chair," "Yes," "No," "Go on," "Leave
off," etc.)</p>
<p>'Mr. PICKWICK would not put up to be put down by clamour. He had alluded
to the honourable gentleman. (Great excitement.)</p>
<p>'Mr. BLOTTON would only say then, that he repelled the hon. gent.'s false
and scurrilous accusation, with profound contempt. (Great cheering.) The
hon. gent. was a humbug. (Immense confusion, and loud cries of "Chair,"
and "Order.")</p>
<p>'Mr. A. SNODGRASS rose to order. He threw himself upon the chair. (Hear.)
He wished to know whether this disgraceful contest between two members of
that club should be allowed to continue. (Hear, hear.)</p>
<p>'The CHAIRMAN was quite sure the hon. Pickwickian would withdraw the
expression he had just made use of.</p>
<p>'Mr. BLOTTON, with all possible respect for the chair, was quite sure he
would not.</p>
<p>'The CHAIRMAN felt it his imperative duty to demand of the honourable
gentleman, whether he had used the expression which had just escaped him
in a common sense.</p>
<p>'Mr. BLOTTON had no hesitation in saying that he had not—he had used
the word in its Pickwickian sense. (Hear, hear.) He was bound to
acknowledge that, personally, he entertained the highest regard and esteem
for the honourable gentleman; he had merely considered him a humbug in a
Pickwickian point of view. (Hear, hear.)</p>
<p>'Mr. PICKWICK felt much gratified by the fair, candid, and full
explanation of his honourable friend. He begged it to be at once
understood, that his own observations had been merely intended to bear a
Pickwickian construction. (Cheers.)'</p>
<p>Here the entry terminates, as we have no doubt the debate did also, after
arriving at such a highly satisfactory and intelligible point. We have no
official statement of the facts which the reader will find recorded in the
next chapter, but they have been carefully collated from letters and other
MS. authorities, so unquestionably genuine as to justify their narration
in a connected form.</p>
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