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carved by himself in an idle mood, and to display letters intended to
bear neither more or less than the simple construction of - 'BILL
STUMPS, HIS MARK'; and that Mr Stumps, being little in the habit of
original composition, and more accustomed to be guided by the sound
of words than by the strict rules of orthography, had omitted the
concluding 'L' of his Christian name.
The Pickwick Club (as might have been expected from so enlightened
an institution) received this statement with the contempt it deserved,
expelled the presumptuous and ill-conditioned Blotton from the
society, and voted Mr Pickwick a pair of gold spectacles, in token of
their confidence and approbation: in return for which, Mr Pickwick
caused a portrait of himself to be painted, and hung up in the club
room.
Mr Blotton was ejected but not conquered. He also wrote a pamphlet,
addressed to the seventeen learned societies, native and foreign,
containing a repetition of the statement he had already made, and
rather more than half intimating his opinion that the seventeen
learned societies were so many 'humbugs.' Hereupon, the virtuous
indignation of the seventeen learned societies being roused, several
fresh pamphlets appeared; the foreign learned societies corresponded
with the native learned societies; the native learned societies
translated the pamphlets of the foreign learned societies into English;
the foreign learned societies translated the pamphlets of the native
learned societies into all sorts of languages; and thus commenced that
celebrated scientific discussion so well known to all men, as the
Pickwick controversy.
But this base attempt to injure Mr Pickwick recoiled upon the head of
its calumnious author. The seventeen learned societies unanimously
voted the presumptuous Blotton an ignorant meddler, and forthwith
set to work upon more treatises than ever. And to this day the stone
remains, an illegible monument of Mr Pickwick's greatness, and a
lasting trophy to the littleness of his enemies.
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