66 Certainly," "I said I had pledged my word as a gentleman to skin him. My character was at stake. I had no alternative. As an officer in his Majesty's service, I was bound to skin him. I regretted the necessity; but it must be done. He was open to conviction. He saw that the rules of the service were imperative. He fled. I married her. Here's the coach. That's her head." Dowler, Mrs. Wife of Capt. Dowler. (Ch. xxxv, xxxvi.) Dubbley. One of the special officers of the Mayor's Court at Ipswich; a dirty-faced man, over six feet high, and stout in proportion. (Ch. xxiv.) See NUPKINS, George. Dumkins, Mr. A member of the All-Muggleton Cricket Club. (Ch. vii.) Edmunds, John. Hero of the story of "The Convict's Return;" a sullen, wilful young man, condemned to death for crime, but, by commutation of his sentence, transported for fourteen years. A repentant and altered man, he returns to his old home, only to find his mother buried, and to see his father die suddenly from the effects of passion and terror, the same hard-hearted and ferocious brute that he had always known him. (Ch. vi.) Edmunds, Mr. His father; a morose, dissolute, and savage-hearted man. (Ch. vi.) Edmunds, Mrs. woman. (Ch. vi.) His mother; a gentle, ill-used, and heart-broken Emma. A servant-girl at Mr. Wardle's. (Ch. xxviii.) Fizkin, Horatio, Esq. (of Fizkin Lodge, near Eatanswill). A candidate for parliament, defeated by the Honorable Samuel Slumkey. (Ch. xiii.) See SLUMKEY, THE HONORABLE SAMUEL. Flasher, Wilkins. A stock-broker. (Ch. lv.) Fogg, Mr. See DODSON and FOGG. Goodwin. Servant to Mrs. Pott. (Ch. xviii.) Groffin, Thomas. One of the jury in the case of Bardell vs. Pickwick. He desires to be excused from attendance on the ground that he is a chemist, and has no assistant. (Ch. xxxiv.) "I can't help that, sir," replied Mr. Justice Stareleigh: "you should hire one." "I can't afford it, my lord," rejoined the chemist. "Then you ought to be able to afford it, sir," said the judge, reddening; for Mr. Justice Stareleigh's temper bordered on the irritable, and brooked not contradiction. "Swear the gentleman." ... "Then "Very well, my lord," replied the chemist in a resigned manner. there'll be murder before this trial's over: that's all. Swear me, if you please, sir." And sworn the chemist was before the judge could find words to utter. "I merely wanted to observe, my lord," said the chemist, taking his seat with great deliberation," that I've left nobody but an errand-boy in my shop. He is a very nice boy, my lord; but he is not acquainted with drugs: and I know that the prevailing impression on his mind is, that Epsom salts mean oxalic acid; and syrup of senna, laudanum. That's all, my lord." Grub, Gabriel. Hero of Mr. Wardle's "Story of the Goblins who stole a Sexton;" a cross-grained, surly, solitary fellow, who is made good-natured and contented by his remarkable experiences on Christmas Eve. (Ch. xxix.) XXVIII Grummer, Daniel. A constable in attendance upon the Mayor's Court at Ipswich. (Ch. xxiv, xxv.) See NUPKINS, GEORGE. Grundy, Mr. A friend of Mr. Lowten's, and a frequenter of the Magpie and Stump Inn. (Ch. xx.) Gunter, Mr. A friend of Mr. Bob Sawyer's. (Ch. xxxii.) Gwynn, Miss. Writing and ciphering governess at Westgate House Establishment for Young Ladies, at Bury St. Edmunds. (Ch. xvi.) Harris. A green-grocer. (Ch. xxxviii.) Henry. A character in "The Parish Clerk;" cousin to Maria Lobbs, whom he finally marries. (Ch. xvii.) Heyling, George. Hero of "The Old Man's Tale about a Queer Client." He is a prisoner for debt in the Marshalsea. During his confinement, his little boy is taken sick and dies; and his wife, who thereupon shares her husband's lot, soon follows, sinking uncomplainingly under the combined effects of bodily and mental illness. Released from prison by the sudden death of his father, a very wealthy man who had disowned him, and had meant to disinherit him, he devotes himself unremittingly to avenge the death of his wife and child upon his wife's father, who had cast him into prison, and had spurned daughter and grandchild from his door when they sued at his feet for mercy. In this.scheme of vengeance he is successful, suffering the old man's boy to drown before his eyes, though he might easily have saved him, and afterwards pursuing the father until he reduces him to utter destitution. He intends to consign him to the hopeless imprisonment which he had himself so long endured, but, on announcing his purpose, his victim falls lifeless, and Heyling disappears, leaving no clew to his subsequent history. (Ch. xxi.) Heyling, Mary. His wife. (Ch. xxi.) Hopkins, Jack. A medical student, whom Mr. Pickwick meets at Mr. Bob Sawyer's party. (Ch. xxxii.) "I hope that's Jack Hopkins," said Mr. Bob Sawyer. "Hush! Yes: it is. Come up, Jack; come up!" A heavy footstep was heard upon the stairs, and Jack Hopkins presented himself. He wore a black velvet waistcoat with thunder-and-lightning buttons, and a blue striped shirt with a white false collar. "You're late. Jack," said Mr. Benjamin Allen. "Been detained at Bartholomew's," replied Hopkins. "Any thing new ?" "No: nothing particular. Rather a good accident brought into the casualty ward." "What was that, sir?" inquired Mr. Pickwick. "Only a man fallen out of a four-pair-of-stairs window; but it's a very fair case, very fair case, indeed." "Do you mean that the patient is in a fair way to recover?" inquired Mr. Pickwick. "No," replied Hopkins carelessly. "No, I should rather say he would n't. There must be a splendid operation though, to-morrow,- magnificent sight if Slasher does it!" "You consider Mr. Slasher a good operator?" said Mr. Pickwick. "Best alive!" replied Hopkins. "Took a boy's leg out of the socket last week, -boy ate five apples and a gingerbread-cake. Exactly two minutes after it was all over, boy said he would n't lie there to be made game of; and he'd tell his mother if they did n't begin." "Dear me!" said Mr. Pickwick, astonished. "Pooh! that's nothing, that ain't," said Jack Hopkins. "Is it, Bob?" 66 'Nothing at all," replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. "By the by, Bob," said Hopkins, with a scarcely perceptible glance at Mr. Pickwick's attentive face," we had a curious accident last night. A child was brought in who had swallowed a necklace." "Swallowed what, sir?" interrupted Mr. Pickwick. "A necklace," replied Jack Hopkins. "Not all at once: you know that would be too much. You could n't swallow that, if the child did,- eh, Mr. Pickwick? Ha, ha!" Mr. Hopkins appeared highly gratified with his own pleasantry, and continued, "No, the way was this: child's parents were poor people who lived in a court. Child's eldest sister bought a necklace, common necklace, made of large black wooden beads. Child, being fond of toys, cribbed the necklace, hid it, played with it, cut the string, and swallowed a bead. Child thought it capital fun; went back next day, and swallowed another bead." "Bless my heart," said Mr. Pickwick, "what a dreadful thing! I beg your pardon, sir. Go on." "Next day, child swallowed two beads; the day after that, he treated himself to three; and so on, till in a week's time he had got through the necklace, five-and-twenty beads in all. The sister, who was an industrious girl, and seldom treated herself to a bit of finery, cried her eyes out at the loss of the necklace; looked high and low for it; but, I need n't say, did n't find it. A few days after, the family were at dinner: the child, who was n't hungry, was playing about the room, when suddenly there was heard a devil of a noise, like a small hail-storm. Don't do that, my boy,' said the father. 'I ain't a-doin' nothin',' said the child. 'Well, don't do it again,' said the father. There was a short silence, and then the noise began again worse than ever. 'If you don't mind what I say, my boy,' said the father, you 'll find yourself in bed in something less than a pig's whisper.' He gave the child a shake to make him obedient; and such a rattling ensued as nobody ever heard before. Why, damme, it's in the child!' said the father. He's got the croup in the wrong place!' -'No, I have n't, father,' said the child, beginning to cry. It's the necklace: I swallowed it, father.' The father caught the child up, and ran with him to the hospital; the beads in the boy's stomach rattling all the way with the jolting, and the people looking up in the air, and down in the cellars, to see where the unusual sound came from. He's in the hospital now," said Jack Hopkins; "and he makes such a devil of a noise when he walks about, that they 're obliged to muffle him in a watchman's coat, for fear he should wake the patients." Humm, Anthony. Chairman of the Brick Lane Branch of the Hunt. Gardener to Captain Boldwig. (Ch. xix.) (Ch. Hunter, Mrs. Leo. A literary lady whom Mr. Pickwick meets at Eatanswill. (Ch. xv.) One morning, Sam Weller hands Mr. Pickwick a card bearing the following inscription: Mrs. Leo Hunter. The Den. Eatanswill. "Person 's a-waitin'," said Sam epigrammatically. "Does the person want me, Sam?" inquired Mr. Pickwick. "He wants you partickler; and no one else 'll do, as the Devil's private secretary said ven he fetched avay Dr. Faustus," replied Mr. Weller. "He? Is it a gentleman?" said Mr. Pickwick. "A werry good imitation o' one, if it ain't," replied Mr. Weller. "Given me by a gen❜lm'n, hows'ever,” replied Sam; "and he 's a-waitin' in the drawing-room- said he 'd rather wait all day than not see you." Mr. Pickwick, on hearing this determination, descended to the drawingroom, where sat a grave man, who started up on his entrance, and said with an air of profound respect, "Mr. Pickwick, I presume?" "The same." "Allow me, sir, the honor of grasping your hand-permit me, sir, to shake it," said the grave man. "Certainly," said Mr. Pickwick. "The stranger shook the extended hand, and then continued, — "We have heard of your fame, sir. The noise of your antiquarian discussion has reached the ears of Mrs. Leo Hunter, my wife, sir: I am Mr. Leo Hunter." The stranger paused, as if he expected that Mr. Pickwick would be overcome by the disclosure; but, seeing that he remained perfectly calm, proceeded, "My wife, sir,- Mrs. Leo Hunter, -is proud to number among her acquaintance all those who have rendered themselves celebrated by their works and talents. Permit me, sir, to place in a conspicuous part of the list the name of Mr. Pickwick, and his brother-members of the club that derives its name from him." "I shall be extremely happy to make the acquaintance of such a lady, sir," replied Mr. Pickwick. "You shall make it, sir," said the grave man. "To-morrow morning, sir, we give a public breakfast - a fête champêtre—to a great number of those who have rendered themselves celebrated by their works and talents. Permit Mrs. Leo Hunter, sir, to have the gratification of seeing you at the Den." "With great pleasure," replied Mr. Pickwick. "Mrs. Leo Hunter has many of these breakfasts, sir,” resumed the new acquaintance,"feasts of reason, sir, and flows of soul,' as somebody who wrote a sonnet to Mrs. Leo Hunter on her breakfasts, feelingly and originally observed." "Was he celebrated for his works and talents?" inquired Mr. Pickwick. "He was, sir," replied the grave man. "All Mrs. Leo Hunter's acquaintance are: it is her ambition, sir, to have no other acquaintance." "It is a very noble ambition," said Mr. Pickwick. "When I inform Mrs. Leo Hunter, that that remark fell from your lips, sir, she will indeed be proud," said the grave man. "You have a gentleman in your train who has produced some beautiful little poems, I think, sir." "My friend Mr. Snodgrass has a great taste for poetry," replied Mr. Pickwick. "So has Mrs. Leo Hunter, sir. She doats on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up and intwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir." "I don't think I have," said Mr. Pickwick. "You astonish me, sir," said Mr. Leo Hunter. "It created an immense sensation. It was signed with an 'L' and eight stars, and appeared originally in a Lady's Magazine. It commenced: Can I view thee panting, lying On a log, "Beautiful!" said Mr. Pickwick. "Fine," said Mr. Leo Hunter; "so simple!" "Very," said Mr. Pickwick. "The next verse is still more touching. Shall I repeat it?" "If you please," said Mr. Pickwick. "It runs thus," said the grave man still more gravely: "Say, have fiends in shape of boys, With wild halloo and brutal noise, With a dog, Expiring frog?' "Finely expressed," said Mr. Pickwick. "All point, sir, all point," said Mr. Leo Hunter; "but you shall hear Mrs. Leo Hunter repeat it. She can do justice to it, sir." |