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'Hear, hear! Hear, hear! Hear, hear!' cried Mr Weller, in the excitement  
of his feelings.  
'
Call in all the servants,' cried old Wardle, interposing to prevent the  
public rebuke which Mr Weller would otherwise most indubitably have  
received from his master. 'Give them a glass of wine each to drink the  
toast in. Now, Pickwick.'  
Amidst the silence of the company, the whispering of the women-  
servants, and the awkward embarrassment of the men, Mr Pickwick  
proceeded -  
'Ladies and gentlemen - no, I won't say ladies and gentlemen, I'll call  
you my friends, my dear friends, if the ladies will allow me to take so  
great a liberty - '  
Here Mr Pickwick was interrupted by immense applause from the  
ladies, echoed by the gentlemen, during which the owner of the eyes  
was distinctly heard to state that she could kiss that dear Mr  
Pickwick. Whereupon Mr Winkle gallantly inquired if it couldn't be  
done by deputy: to which the young lady with the black eyes replied  
'Go away,' and accompanied the request with a look which said as  
plainly as a look could do, 'if you can.'  
'My dear friends,' resumed Mr Pickwick, 'I am going to propose the  
health of the bride and bridegroom - God bless 'em (cheers and tears).  
My young friend, Trundle, I believe to be a very excellent and manly  
fellow; and his wife I know to be a very amiable and lovely girl, well  
qualified to transfer to another sphere of action the happiness which  
for twenty years she has diffused around her, in her father's house.  
(
Here, the fat boy burst forth into stentorian blubberings, and was led  
forth by the coat collar, by Mr Weller.) I wish,' added Mr Pickwick - 'I  
wish I was young enough to be her sister's husband (cheers), but,  
failing that, I am happy to be old enough to be her father; for, being  
so, I shall not be suspected of any latent designs when I say, that I  
admire, esteem, and love them both (cheers and sobs). The bride's  
father, our good friend there, is a noble person, and I am proud to  
know him (great uproar). He is a kind, excellent, independent-spirited,  
fine-hearted, hospitable, liberal man (enthusiastic shouts from the  
poor relations, at all the adjectives; and especially at the two last).  
That his daughter may enjoy all the happiness, even he can desire;  
and that he may derive from the contemplation of her felicity all the  
gratification of heart and peace of mind which he so well deserves, is, I  
am persuaded, our united wish. So, let us drink their healths, and  
wish them prolonged life, and every blessing!'  
Mr Pickwick concluded amidst a whirlwind of applause; and once  
more were the lungs of the supernumeraries, under Mr Weller's  


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