Charles Dickens

Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.

Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.

I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing read more

I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail;
and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting
bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was
his favorite expression.

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, "the law is an ass, a
idiot."

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, "the law is an ass, a
idiot."

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.