LXXI. - MR. WINKLE PUTS

DICKENS.

THIS extract is from the Pickwick Papers. Mr. the Pickwick Club, is a simple-minded, benevolent, wears circular glasses and black gaiters. He an Mr. Winkle and Mr. Tupman, are traveling in They are made to appear in many comical situatio wick's trusty and sharp-witted servant. Bob Saw as is also his devoted friend, Benjamin Allen.

1. "Now," said Wardle, after a "what say you to an hour on the ic plenty of time."

"Capital!" said Mr. Benjamin Alle "Prime!" ejaculated Mr. Bob Sawy 2. "You skate, of course, Winkle? "Ye-yes; O yes," replied Mr. Win rather out of practice.”

"O, do skate, Mr. Winkle," said to see it so much.”

"O, it is so graceful," said another У A third young lady said it was ele expressed her opinion that it was "sw

3. "I should be very happy, I'm s kle, reddening; "but I have no skates This objection was at once overrule couple of pairs, and the fat boy an were half a dozen more down-stairs; kle expressed exquisite delight, and uncomfortable.

4. Old Wardle led the way to a pr ice; and the fat boy and Mr. Welle

away the snow which had fallen on it during , Mr. Bob Sawyer adjusted his skates with a which to Mr. Winkle was perfectly marvelous, ibed circles with his left leg, and cut figures of I inscribed upon the ice, without once stopping , a great many other pleasant and astonishing to the excessive satisfaction of Mr. Pickwick, nan, and the ladies; which reached a pitch of enthusiasm when old Wardle and Benjamin sisted by the aforesaid Bob Sawyer, performed stic evolutions which they called a reel.

this time, Mr. Winkle, with his face and hands h the cold, had been forcing a gimlet into the his feet, and putting his skates on, with the ehind, and getting the straps into a very complid entangled state, with the assistance of Mr. ss, who knew rather less about skates than a At length, however, with the assistance of Mr. the unfortunate skates were firmly screwed and on, and Mr. Winkle was raised to his feet.

Tow, then, sir,” said Sam, in an encouraging tone, you, and show 'em how to do it."

, Sam, stop!" said Mr. Winkle, trembling viond clutching hold of Sam's arm with the grasp wning man. "How slippery it is, Sam!"

an uncommon thing upon ice, sir," replied Mr. "Hold up, sir!"

his last observation of Mr. Weller's bore refer

a demonstration Mr. Winkle made at the inf a frantic desire to throw his feet in the air, and e back of his head on the ice.

se these are very awkward skates," said inkle, staggering.

the ladies are all anxiety."

"Yes, yes," replied Mr. Winkle, wi "I'm coming."

'Just going to begin," said Sam, en gage himself. "Now, sir, start off!"

9. "Stop an instant, Sam," gasped ing most affectionately to Mr. Weller. a couple of coats at home that I don't may have them, Sam."

"Thank'ee, sir,” replied Mr. Weller. 10. "Never mind touching your ha Winkle, hastily. "You need n't take to do that. I meant to have given this morning for a Christmas-box, Sa to you this afternoon, Sam."

"You're very good, sir," replied Mr. 11. "Just hold me at first, Sam, wil Winkle. "There, that's right. I the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam,

Mr. Winkle stooping forward, wit doubled up, was being assisted over Weller in a very singular and un-s when Mr. Pickwick most innocently s opposite bank,-"Sam!"

"Sir!" shouted back Mr. Weller.
"Here! I want you."

"Let go, sir," said Sam. "Don't yo ernor calling? Let go, sir."

12. With a violent effort Mr. Weller self from the grasp of the agonized Pick so doing administered a considerable im

:. Winkle. With an accuracy which no degree ity or practice could have insured, that unforntleman bore swiftly down into the center of t the very moment when Mr. Bob Sawyer was g a flourish of unparalleled beauty.

r. Winkle struck wildly against him, and with rash they both fell heavily down. Mr. Pickto the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kates. He was seated on the ice, making spasorts to smile; but anguish was depicted on eament of his countenance.

Are you hurt?" inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, t anxiety.

nuch," said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very

wish you'd let me bleed you," said Mr. Benjagreat eagerness.

hank you," replied Mr. Winkle, hurriedly. ly think you had better," said Allen.

k you," replied Mr. Winkle; "I'd rather not." do you think, Mr. Pickwick?" inquired Bob

r. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He to Mr. Weller, and said, in a stern voice, is skates off!"

but really I had scarcely begun," remonstrated kle.

his skates off!" repeated Mr. Pickwick, firmly. he command was not to be resisted.

ed Sam to obey it, in silence.

Mr. Win

him up," said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him