put in Mr. Winkle expressly for the use of Mr. Seymour." The conception of Pickwick as an elderly little gentleman, somewhat pursy, with a bland face, bald head, circular spectacles, fawn-colored tights, and black gaiters, is said to have originated in a description by Mr. Chapman of a like odd-looking character whom he had met at Richmond. The ludicrous name of "Pickwick" is not a fabrication of the novelist, as many suppose, but is also "founded on fact." It was actually borne by the proprietor of a line of stages running between London and Bath, and, catching Mr. Dickens's eye (which was always on the watch for any thing queer or out of the way), it was adopted by him as the name of his hero, and given to the club, instead of "Nimrod," which had been at first proposed. In the account of the journey to Bath which Mr. Pickwick and his friends take after the famous trial is over, the following allusion to his namesake occurs:

Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass had seated themselves at the back part of the coach; Mr. Winkle had got inside; and Mr. Pickwick was preparing to follow him; when Sam Weller came up to his master, and, whispering in his ear, begged to speak to him, with an air of the deepest mystery.

"Well, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick," what 's the matter now?"

"Here 's rayther a rum go, sir," replied Sam.

"What?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.

"This here, sir," rejoined Sam. "I'm wery much afeered, sir, that the properiator o' this here coach is a-playin' some imperence vith us."

"How is that, Sam?" said Mr. Pickwick: "aren't the names down on the waybill?"

"The names is not only down on the vay-bill, sir," replied Sam; "but they 've painted vun on 'em up on the door o' the coach." As Sam spoke, he pointed to that part of the coach-door on which the proprietor's name usually appears; and there, sure enough, in gilt letters of a goodly size, was the magic name of PICKWICK.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, quite staggered by the coincidence. "What a very extraordinary thing!"

"Yes; but that ain't all," said Sam, again directing his master's attention to the coachdoor. "Not content vith writin' up 'Pickwick,' they puts 'Moses' afore it, vich I call addin' insult to injury, as the parrot said ven they not only took him from his native land, but made him talk the English langwidge arterwards."

"It's odd enough, certainly, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "But, if we stand talking here, we shall lose our places."

"Wot! ain't nothin' to be done in consequence, sir?" exclaimed Sam, perfectly aghast at the coolness with which Mr. Pickwick prepared to ensconce himself inside.

Done!" said Mr. Pickwick; "what should be done?"

"Ain't nobody to be whopped for takin' this here liberty, sir?" said Mr. Weller, who had expected that at least he would have been commissioned to challenge the guard and coachman to a pugilistic encounter on the spot.

"Certainly not," replied Mr. Pickwick eagerly; -"not on any account. Jump up to your seat directly."

The final issue of "The Pickwick Papers," comprising Parts 19 and 20, was in October, 1837. The complete work was now brought out in two volumes, octavo, and was dedicated by the author to Mr. Serjeant Talfourd. See p. 543.

CHARACTERS INTRODUCED.

Sister of Benjamin Allen; afterwards the wife (Ch. xxviii, xxx, xxxix, xlviii, liii, liv, lvi, lvii.)

Allen, Arabella. of Mr. Winkle. Allen, Benjamin. A medical student, and the devoted friend of Mr. Bob Sawyer, to whom he purposes marrying his sister Arabella.

"I designed 'em for each other; they were made for each other, sent into the world for each other, born for each other, Winkle," said Mr. Ben Allen, setting down his glass with great emphasis. "There's a special destiny in the matter, my dear sir: there's only five years' difference between 'em, and both their birth-days are in August."

Mr. Allen does not succeed in his project, however, as Mr. Winkle, with the assistance of Mr. Pickwick, carries the girl off, and marries her without the consent of either her brother or Mr. Bob Sawyer. (Ch. xxx, xxxii, xxxviii, xlviii, 1, li, lü, liv, lvii.) See SAWYER, Bob.

Ayresleigh, Mr. A prisoner for debt, whom Mr. Pickwick meets in the "coffee-room " at Coleman Street. (Ch. xl.)

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Bagman, The one-eyed. A stout, jovial, middle-aged man with a lonely eye," whom Mr. Pickwick meets, first at the Peacock Inn, Eatanswill, and afterwards at the Bush, in Bristol. He is the narrator of "The Bagman's Story," and of "The Story of the Bagman's Uncle." (Ch. xiv, xlviii, xlix.) See SMART TOM. Bamber, Jack. A little, high-shouldered, keen-eyed old man, whom Mr. Pickwick casually meets at the Magpie and Stump. He relates "The Old Man's Tale about a Queer Client." (Ch. xx.) Bantam, Angelo Cyrus, Esq., M.C. A charming young man of not much more than fifty, whom Mr. Pickwick meets at Bath; friend to Capt. Dowler, and master of ceremonies at the ball which Mr. Pickwick attends. (Ch. xxxv.)

Bardell, Mrs. Martha. Mr. Pickwick's landlady; said to have been drawn from a certain Mrs. Ann Ellis, a comely and buxom woman of agreeable manners, who kept an eating-house in Knightrider Street, near Doctors' Commons. Becoming impressed with

the idea that Mr. Pickwick has offered to marry her, she is highly indignant when she finds herself mistaken. In fact, she insists that she is not mistaken, and forthwith brings an action against him for breach of promise. For a full account of this famous trial, and its sequel, see PICKWICK, SAMUEL. (Ch. xii, xxvi, xxxiv, xlvi.) Bardell, Master Tommy. The hopeful son of Mrs. Bardell. (Ch. xii, xxvi, xlvi.)

Betsey. Servant-girl at Mrs. Raddle's. (Ch. xxxii.)

Bladud, Prince. Mythical founder of Bath; hero of the "True Legend" discovered by Mr. Pickwick. (Ch. xxxvi.)

Blotton, Mr. (of Aldgate). A member of the Pickwick Club.
Having been accused by Mr. Pickwick, at a meeting of the club, of
acting in "
a vile and calumnious manner," he retorts by calling
Mr. Pickwick "a humbug; " but it finally being made to appear
that they both used the words not in a common, but in a parlia-
mentary or merely technical or constructive sense, and that each
personally entertains the highest regard and esteem for the other,
the difficulty is readily settled, and the gentlemen express them-
selves mutually satisfied with the explanations which have been
made. [This incident was intended to ridicule a somewhat similar
one which took place in parliament about the time that "The Pick-
wick Papers" first appeared.] (Ch. i.)
Boldwig, Captain. A fierce little man, very consequential and
imperious; owner of the premises on which Mr. Pickwick and his
friends trespass while hunting. Mr. Pickwick, having fallen asleep
under the influence of too much cold punch, is left there by the
rest of his party, and is discovered by the captain, who indig-
nantly orders him to be taken to the pound in a wheelbarrow.
(Ch. xix.) See PICKWICK, SAMUEL.

Bolo, Miss. A fashionable lady at Bath. (Ch. xxxv.)
Budger, Mrs. A little old widow, with plenty of money; Mr.
Tupman's partner in a quadrille at the charity ball at the Bull Inn,
Rochester, which he attends in company with Mr. Jingle. (Ch. ii.)
Bulder, Colonel. Head of the garrison at Rochester, and one of
the company at the same ball. (Ch. ii, iv.)

Bulder, Mrs. Colonel. His wife. (Ch. ii.)

Bulder, Miss. Their daughter. (Ch. ii.)

Buzfuz, Serjeant. Mrs. Bardell's counsel, remarkable for his brutal and bullying insolence to the witnesses on Mr. Pickwick's side; said to represent a certain Serjeant Bumpus, a lawyer in London

at the time" The Pickwick Papers" were written. (Ch. xxxiv.) See PICKWICK, SAMUEL.

Chancery Prisoner, The. An old man whose acquaintance Mr. Pickwick makes in the Fleet. He has been confined there for twenty years, but gets his release at last from the hands of his Maker, and accepts it with a smile of quiet satisfaction. (Ch. xlii. xliv.) Clergyman, The. One of the guests at Mr. Wardle's. He sings the song of "The Ivy Green," and relates the story of "The Convict's Return." (Ch. vi, xi, xxviii.)

Clubber, Sir Thomas. A fashionable gentleman at Rochester, commissioner at the head of the dock-yard there. (Ch. ii.) Clubber, Lady. His wife. (Ch. ii.)

Clubbers, The Miss. His daughters. (Ch. ii.)
Cluppins, Mrs. Betsey.

A bosom-friend of Mrs. Bardell's

(Ch. xxvi, xxxiv, xlvi.) See PICKWICK, SAMUEL. Craddock, Mrs. Mr. Pickwick's landlady at Bath. (Ch. xxxvi, xxxvii.)

Crookey. An attendant at the sponging-house in Coleman Street, (Ch. xl.)

Crushton, The Honorable Mr. A gentleman whom Mr. Pickwick meets at Bath; a friend of Capt. Dowler's. (Ch. xxxv.) Dismal Jemmy. See HUTLEY, JEM.

Dodson and Fogg. Attorneys for Mrs. Bardell. xxxiv, liii.) See PICKWICK, Samuel.

(Ch. xx,

Dowler, Captain. A blustering coward, formerly in the army, whom Mr. Pickwick meets at the travellers' room at the White Horse Cellar. (Ch. xxxv, xxxvi, xxxviii.)

The travellers' room at the White Horse Cellar is... divided into boxes for the solitary confinement of travellers; and is furnished with a clock, a lookingglass, and a live waiter, which latter article is kept in a small kennel for washing glasses, in a corner of the apartment.

One of these boxes was occupied, on this particular occasion, by a stern-eyed man of about five-and-forty, who had a bald and glossy forehead, with a good deal of black hair at the sides and back of his head, and large black whiskers. He was buttoned up to the chin in a brown coat; and had a large seal-skin travelling-cap, and a great-coat and cloak, lying on the seat beside him. He looked up from his breakfast as Mr. Pickwick entered, with a fierce and peremptory air, which was very dignified; and, having scrutinized that gentleman and his companions to his entire satisfaction, hummed a tune in a manner which seemed to say that he rather suspected somebody wanted to take the advantage of him; but it would n't do.

"Waiter," said the gentleman with the whiskers.

"Sir?" replied a man with a dirty complexion, and a towel of the same, emerging from the kennel before mentioned.

"Some more toast."

"Yes, sir."

"Buttered toast, mind," said the gentleman fiercely.

"D'rectly, sir," replied the waiter.

The gentleman with the whiskers hummed a tune in the same manner as be fore, and, pending the arrival of the toast, advanced to the front of the fire, and taking his coat-tails under his arms, looked at his boots, and ruminated.

"I wonder whereabouts in Bath this coach puts up," said Mr. Pickwick, mildly addressing Mr. Winkle.

"Hum-eh-what's that?" said the strange man.

"I made an observation to my friend, sir,” replied Mr. Pickwick, always ready to enter into conversation. "I wondered at what house the Bath coach puts up. Perhaps you can inform me."

"Are you going to Bath?" said the strange man.

"I am, sir," replied Mr. Pickwick.

"And those other gentlemen?"

"They are going also," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Not inside! I'm damned if you 're going inside!" said the strange man. "Not all of us," said Mr. Pickwick.

"No, not all of you," said the strange man emphatically. "I've taken two places. If they try to squeeze six people into an infernal box that only holds four, I'll take a post-chaise, and bring an action. I've paid my fare. It won't do: I told the clerk that it wouldn't do. I know these things have been done; I know they are done every day but I never was done, and I never will be. Those who know me best, best know it. Crush me!" Here the fierce gentleman rang the bell with great violence, and told the waiter he 'd better bring the toast in five seconds, or he 'd know the reason why.

"My dear sir," said Mr. Pickwick, "you 'll allow me to observe that this is a very unnecessary display of excitement. I have only taken places inside for two." "I am glad to hear it," said the fierce man. "I withdraw my expressions. I tender an apology. There's my card. Give me your acquaintance."

"With great pleasure, sir," replied Mr. Pickwick. "We are to be fellow-travellers, and I hope we shall find each other's society mutually agreeable."

"I hope we shall," said the fierce gentleman. "I know we shall. I like your looks they please me. Gentlemen, your hands and names. Know me."

Of course, an interchange of friendly salutations follows this gracious speech; and it is soon found that the second place in the coach has been taken for none other than the illustrious Mrs. Dowler.

"She's a fine woman," said Mr. Dowler. "I am proud of her. I have reason." "I hope I shall have the pleasure of judging," said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. "You shall," replied Dowler. "She shall know you. She shall esteem you. I courted her under singular circumstances. I won her through a rash vow. Thus: I saw her; I loved her; I proposed; she refused me. You love another?' -Spare my blushes. '-'I know him.' 'You do?'-'Very good, if he remains here, I'll skin him.'"

"Lord bless me!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick involuntarily.

"Did you skin the gentleman, sir?" inquired Mr. Winkle with a very pale face "I wrote him a note. I said it was a painful thing. And so it was."