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SCENES AND CHARACTERS

FROM THE WORKS OF CHARLES DICKENS

BEING EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX

PICTURES PRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL

WOOD BLOCKS

SCENES AND CHARACTERS FROM THE WORKS OF CHARLES DICKENS

BEING EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX DRAWINGS BY

FRED BARNARD

HABLOT K. BROWNE (PHIZ)

J. MAHONEY

CHARLES GREEN

A. B. FROST

GORDON THOMSON

J. McL. RALSTON

H. FRENCH

E. G. DALZIEL

F. A. FRASER

AND SIR LUKE FILDES

PRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL WOODBLOCKS

ENGRAVED FOR "THE HOUSEHOLD EDITION"

THE MUSSON BOOK CO. LIMITED

LONDON ENGLAND

TORONTO CANADA

Printed by BALLANTYNE & CO. LIMITED

Tavistock Street, Covent Garden, London

LIST OF WORKS AND ARTISTS

TITLE DESIGN _By Gordon Thomson_

SKETCHES BY BOZ 34 _Illustrations by Fred Barnard_

THE PICKWICK PAPERS 57 " " _Phiz_

OLIVER TWIST 28 " " _J. Mahoney_

NICHOLAS NICKLEBY 59 " " _Fred Barnard_

MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK AND

OTHER STORIES 9 " " _Fred Barnard_

THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP 39 " " _Charles Green_

BARNABY RUDGE 46 " " _Fred Barnard_

AMERICAN NOTES 10 " " _A. B. Frost_

MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT 59 " " _Fred Barnard_

CHRISTMAS BOOKS 28 " " _Fred Barnard_

PICTURES FROM ITALY 8 " " _Gordon Thomson_

DOMBEY AND SON 62 " " _Fred Barnard_

DAVID COPPERFIELD 61 " " _Fred Barnard_

A CHILD'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND 15 " " _J. McL. Ralston_

BLEAK HOUSE 61 " " _Fred Barnard_

HARD TIMES 20 " " _H. French_

LITTLE DORRIT 58 " " _J. Mahoney_

REPRINTED PIECES 9 " " _E. G. Dalziel_

A TALE OF TWO CITIES 25 " " _Fred Barnard_

UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELLER 26 " " _E. G. Dalziel_

GREAT EXPECTATIONS 30 " " _F. A. Frazer_

OUR MUTUAL FRIEND 58 " " _J. Mahoney_

CHRISTMAS STORIES 23 " " _E. G. Dalziel_

EDWIN DROOD 12 " " _Luke Fildes_

LIFE OF DICKENS 28 " " _Fred Barnard_

INTRODUCTORY NOTE

THERE is one question upon which the critics and lovers of Dickens seem

never able to get into agreement, and that is the question of the

original illustrations to his works. To the thorough-going enthusiast

Phiz and Dickens seem inseparable, and no edition which does not contain

the old, familiar grotesques of Hablot Browne's imagination, or, in the

earlier volume, the equally abnormal lineaments portrayed by Cruikshank

or Seymour, would be deemed worthy of a place upon his bookshelf. But a

younger generation is growing up, for whom the time-honoured pictures

have not the charm of long association, and among them it is common to

hear the complaint that the natural humour and pathos of the author's

best works are spoiled to modern fancy by the violent caricatures of the

illustrator. "Let us abolish these pictures altogether," they say: "and

illustrate the books with pretty conventionalities by more fashionable

artists." At the opposite pole stands yet another group of critics--the

"Superior People" who have made up their minds that Dickens himself was

a caricaturist, and that therefore the early illustrations, even if they

do a little emphasise his exaggerations, are only conceived in fitting

harmony with a world of fancy which drowns itself in excesses of the

grotesque. Among so many doctors, and all so emphatic, who shall decide?

It is, at any rate, no easy task.

It happens, however, that there does exist a series of Dickens

illustrations, now in some danger of being unduly neglected, in which

the artists were wonderfully happy in preserving the original features

of Phiz and Cruikshank's interpretations, while they toned down the more

extravagant details and brought imagination into closer harmony with

reality. These were the illustrations to the square-shaped "Household

Edition," published in 1870, just after the great novelist's death--and

now reissued in this Dickens picture-book, in the hope that those who

love the stories may like to possess in separate form what is, perhaps,

the best pictorial accompaniment that the novels ever received. At the

time of its first publication, the "Household Edition" enjoyed an

enormous success. At the moment the name of Dickens was on every one's

lips, and the fact that this splendidly illustrated reprint was issued

in penny numbers and sixpenny parts placed it within reach of even the

most humbly stocked purse. Its sale was stupendous, and the familiar

green-covered pamphlets percolated through every town and village where

the English tongue is spoken. The original copies may still be met with,

under many a country timbered roof, carefully treasured as one of the

most cherished household possessions.

Undoubtedly, a great part of the success was due to the art of the

illustrators. To begin with, there was an unusually liberal display of

pictures--the edition, as a whole, containing close upon nine hundred.

But more important than the number were the truth and sincerity of the

interpretations--qualities which helped to give a new life to characters

already secure of immortality. First and foremost, of course, the

edition will always be associated with the memory of Fred Barnard, whose

pictures are the outstanding feature of the present volume. Barnard

seemed destined by nature to illustrate Dickens; the spirit of "Boz" ran

again in his veins. And nothing in his work is more impressively

ingenious than the skill with which he took the types already created by

his predecessors, preserved their characteristics, so that each was

unmistakably himself, and yet by the illuminating touch of genius

transferred them every one from the realm of caricature to that of

portraiture. Not far inferior to him was that admirable draughtsman,

Charles Green, who exactly adopted Barnard's attitude to the originals.

The reader who will compare Green's illustrations to "The Old Curiosity

Shop" with Phiz's, will scarcely fail to notice with interest how often

Green has chosen the same subject as his predecessor, and all but

treated it in the same manner, save that a twisted grotesque suddenly

becomes, under the magic of his wand, a natural human being. His picture

of Sally Brass and the Marchioness is a remarkable instance in point:

but there are many others equally eloquent of his sympathetic and

interpretative method. Nor should the work of Mahony, A. B. Frost,

Gordon Thomson and others be forgotten, for each in his own way has

helped to make this volume, what its publishers confidently claim it to

be, a collection of Dickens pictures unrivalled for humour, pathos,

character, and interpretative skill. In the certainty that such a

gallery of good work can hardly fail to find appreciators, the volume is

now offered to all lovers of the most widely popular author of the

Victorian Era.

SKETCHES BY BOZ

ILLUSTRATIVE OF EVERY-DAY LIFE AND EVERY-DAY PEOPLE.

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THIRTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS

BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: THE HALF-PAY CAPTAIN COMPLETELY EFFACED THE OLD LADY'S

NAME FROM THE BRASS DOOR-PLATE IN HIS ATTEMPTS TO POLISH IT WITH

AQUA-FORTIS--_Our Parish_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "WHY THE DEVIL AIN'T YOU LOOKING AFTER THAT PLATE?"--_Our

Parish_, chap. v.]

[Illustration: WHEN HE FIRST CAME TO LOOK AT THE LODGINGS, HE INQUIRED

MOST PARTICULARLY WHETHER HE WAS SURE TO BE ABLE TO GET A SEAT IN THE

PARISH CHURCH--_Our Parish_, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "IT IS NEARLY ELEVEN O'CLOCK, AND THE COLD THIN RAIN,

WHICH HAS BEEN DRIZZLING SO LONG, IS BEGINNING TO POUR DOWN IN GOOD

EARNEST"--_Scenes_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: THE GRAVESEND BOAT.--_Scenes_, chap. x.]

[Illustration: DIFFERENT WOMEN OF THE HOUSE GOSSIPING ON THE STEPS ...

THE NATIVE DIALLERS--_Scenes_, chap. v.]

[Illustration: IT WAS A WEDDING PARTY AND SKETCHED FROM ONE OF THE

INTERIOR STREETS NEAR FITZROY SQUARE--_Scenes_, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: THE GENTLEMAN DESCRIBED LOOKS EXTREMELY FOOLISH, AND

SQUEEZES HER HAND, AND FEES THE GIPSY LIBERALLY--_Scenes_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "I MAY AS WELL GET BOARD, LODGIN', AND WASHIN' TILL THEN,

OUT OF THE COUNTRY, AS PAY FOR IT MYSELF; CONSEQUENTLY HERE

GOES"--_Scenes_, chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "HIS LINE IS GENTEEL COMEDY--HIS FATHER'S COAL AND

POTATO. HE DOES ALFRED HIGHFLIER IN THE LAST PIECE, AND VERY WELL HE'LL

DO IT--AT THE PRICE."--_Scenes_, chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: TUREENS OF SOUP ARE EMPTIED WITH AWFUL

RAPIDITY--_Scenes_, chap. x. 19]

[Illustration: A GIN-SHOP--_Scenes_, chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP--_Scenes_, chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: CHILDREN WERE PLAYING ON THE GRASS; GROUPS ... CHATTING

AND LAUGHING; BUT THE MAN WALKED STEADILY UP AND DOWN, UNHEEDING AND

UNHEEDED--_Characters_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, SCOUNDREL?" EXCLAIMED MR.

SAMUEL WILKINS.... "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU LITTLE HUMBUG?"

REPLIED WHISKERS--_Characters_, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE PRISONERS' VAN--_Characters_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: HURRYING ALONG A BY-STREET, KEEPING AS CLOSE AS HE CAN TO

THE AREA RAILINGS, A MAN OF ABOUT FORTY OR FIFTY, CLAD IN AN OLD RUSTY

SUIT OF THREADBARE BLACK CLOTH--_Characters_, chap. x.]

[Illustration: "I RECEIVED A NOTE"--HE SAID TREMULOUSLY, IN A VOICE LIKE

A PUNCH WITH A COLD--"YES," RETURNED THE OTHER, "YOU DID,"--"EXACTLY,"--

"YES"--_Tales_, Chap. i.]

[Illustration: "NO WHAT?" INQUIRED MRS. BLOSS WITH A LOOK OF THE MOST

INDESCRIBABLE ALARM "NO STOMACH," REPEATED MRS. TIBBS WITH A SHAKE OF

THE HEAD--_Tales_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: THE DEAR LITTLE FELLOW, HAVING RECOVERED HIS ANIMAL

SPIRITS, WAS STANDING UPON HER SOFT TENDER FOOT--_Tales_, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "SO EXACTLY THE AIR OF THE MARQUIS," SAID THE MILITARY

GENTLEMAN--_Tales_, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "HOW DELIGHTFUL, HOW REFRESHING IT IS, TO RETIRE FROM THE

CLOUDY STORMS, THE VICISSITUDES, AND THE TROUBLES OF LIFE, EVEN IF IT BE

BUT FOR A FEW FLEETING MOMENTS."--_Tales_, chap. v.]

[Illustration: "WHO WAS HE?" INQUIRED THE SURGEON. "MY SON!" REJOINED

THE WOMAN; AND FELL SENSELESS AT HIS FEET--_Tales_, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: THE FACETIOUS HARDY, IN FULFILMENT OF HIS PROMISE, HAD

WATCHED THE CHILD TO A REMOTE PART OF THE VESSEL, AND, SUDDENLY

APPEARING BEFORE HIM WITH THE MOST AWFUL CONTORTIONS OF VISAGE, HAD

PRODUCED HIS PAROXYSMS OF TERROR--_Tales_, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: ONE GENTLEMAN WAS OBSERVED SUDDENLY TO RUSH FROM TABLE

WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OSTENSIBLE REASON, AND DART UP THE STEPS WITH

INCREDIBLE SWIFTNESS, THEREBY GREATLY DAMAGING BOTH HIMSELF AND THE

STEWARD, WHO HAPPENED TO BE COMING DOWN AT THE SAME MOMENT--_Tales_,

chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "LEAVE THAT 'ERE BELL ALONE, YOU WRETCHED LOO-NATTIC!"

SAID THE BOOTS, SUDDENLY FORCING THE UNFORTUNATE TROTT BACK INTO HIS

CHAIR, AND BRANDISHING THE STICK ALOFT--_Tales_, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: THE BLACK VEIL--_Tales_, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "WHY," REPLIED MR. WALKINS TOTTLE EVASIVELY; FOR HE

TREMBLED VIOLENTLY, AND FELT A SUDDEN TINGLING THROUGHOUT HIS WHOLE

FRAME; "WHY--I SHOULD CERTAINLY--AT LEAST, I _think_ I SHOULD

LIKE----"--_Tales_, chap. x. 1]

[Illustration: MR. NICODEMUS DUMPS ... CROSS, CADAVEROUS, ODD AND

ILL-NATURED--_Tales_, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "I'VE BROUGHT THIS HERE NOTE," REPLIED THE INDIVIDUAL IN

THE PAINTED TOPS IN A HOARSE WHISPER; "I'VE BROUGHT THIS HERE NOTE FROM

A GEN'L'M'N AS COME TO OUR HOUSE THIS MORNIN'."--_Tales_, Chap. x. 2]

[Illustration: HE RAISED HIS MANACLED HANDS IN A THREATENING ATTITUDE,

FIXED HIS EYES ON HIS SHRINKING PARENT AND SLOWLY LEFT THE

ROOM--_Tales_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: LOOKS THAT HE HAD LONG FORGOTTEN WERE FIXED UPON HIM ONCE

MORE; VOICES LONG SINCE HUSHED IN DEATH SOUNDED IN HIS EARS LIKE THE

MUSIC OF VILLAGE BELLS--_Tales_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: THE BODY WAS WASHED ASHORE, SOME MILES DOWN THE RIVER, A

SWOLLEN DISFIGURED MASS--_Tales_, chap. xii.]

THE POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF THE PICKWICK CLUB

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FIFTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY PHIZ

[Illustration: "COME ON," SAID THE CAB-DRIVER, SPARRING AWAY LIKE

CLOCKWORK. "COME ON--ALL FOUR ON YOU"--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT! INTRODUCING HIS FRIEND!"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: MR. SNODGRASS AND MR. WINKLE HAD EACH PERFORMED A

COMPULSORY SUMMERSET WITH REMARKABLE AGILITY--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE HORSE NO SOONER BEHELD MR. PICKWICK ADVANCING WITH

THE CHAISE WHIP IN HIS HAND--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: THERE WAS A SCREAM AS OF AN INDIVIDUAL--NOT A ROOK--IN

CORPOREAL ANGUISH. MR. TUPMAN HAD SAVED THE LIVES OF INNUMERABLE

UNOFFENDING BIRDS BY RECEIVING A PORTION OF THE CHARGE IN HIS LEFT

ARM--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: MR. WARDLE LOOKED ON, IN SILENT WONDER--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: OLD MR. WARDLE, WITH A HIGHLY-INFLAMED COUNTENANCE, WAS

GRASPING THE HAND OF A STRANGE GENTLEMAN--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: MR. TUPMAN LOOKED ROUND. THERE WAS THE FAT BOY--Chap.

viii.]

[Illustration: SAM STOLE A LOOK AT THE INQUIRER--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "GOD BLESS ME, WHAT'S THE MATTER"--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "TAKE THIS LITTLE VILLAIN AWAY," SAID THE AGONISED MR.

PICKWICK--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "HE HAS COME OUT," SAID LITTLE MR. PERKER, GREATLY

EXCITED; THE MORE SO AS THEIR POSITION DID NOT ENABLE THEM TO SEE WHAT

WAS GOING FORWARD--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: THE CHAIR WAS AN UGLY OLD GENTLEMAN; AND WHAT WAS MORE,

HE WAS WINKING AT TOM SMART--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: "PERMIT ME TO INTRODUCE MY FRIENDS--MR. TUPMAN--MR.

WINKLE--MR. SNODGRASS"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: THE HEROIC MAN ACTUALLY THREW HIMSELF INTO A PARALYTIC

ATTITUDE, CONFIDENTLY SUPPOSED BY THE TWO BYSTANDERS TO HAVE BEEN

INTENDED AS A POSTURE OF SELF-DEFENCE--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: MR. WELLER WAS DISPELLING ALL THE FEVERISH REMAINS OF THE

PREVIOUS EVENING'S CONVIVIALITY, ... WHEN HE WAS ATTRACTED BY THE

APPEARANCE OF A YOUNG FELLOW IN MULBERRY-COLOURED LIVERY--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: THE DOOR WAS JUST GOING TO BE CLOSED IN CONSEQUENCE, WHEN

AN INQUISITIVE BOARDER, WHO HAD BEEN PEEPING BETWEEN THE HINGES, SET UP

A FEARFUL SCREAMING--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: OLD LOBBS GAVE IT ONE TUG, AND OPEN IT FLEW, DISCLOSING

NATHANIEL PIPKIN STANDING BOLT UPRIGHT INSIDE, AND SHAKING WITH

APPREHENSION FROM HEAD TO FOOT--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "WHO ARE YOU, YOU RASCAL?" SAID THE CAPTAIN,

ADMINISTERING SEVERAL POKES TO MR. PICKWICK'S BODY WITH THE THICK STICK.

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: "YOU JUST COME AWAY," SAID MR. WELLER. "BATTLEDORE AND

SHUTTLECOCK'S A WERY GOOD GAME, WHEN YOU AN'T THE SHUTTLECOCK AND TWO

LAWYERS THE BATTLEDORES"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "HEYLING!" SAID THE OLD MAN WILDLY. "MY BOY, HEYLING, MY

DEAR BOY, LOOK, LOOK!" GASPING FOR BREATH, THE MISERABLE FATHER POINTED

TO THE SPOT WHERE THE YOUNG MAN WAS STRUGGLING FOR LIFE--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: STANDING BEFORE THE DRESSING-GLASS WAS A MIDDLE-AGED LADY

IN YELLOW CURL-PAPERS, BUSILY ENGAGED IN BRUSHING WHAT LADIES CALL THEIR

"BACK HAIR"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK NO SOONER PUT ON HIS SPECTACLES, THAN HE AT

ONCE RECOGNISED IN THE FUTURE MRS. MAGNUS THE LADY INTO WHOSE ROOM HE

HAD SO UNWARRANTABLY INTRUDED ON THE PREVIOUS NIGHT--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: A COMPLIMENT WHICH MR. WELLER RETURNED BY KNOCKING HIM

DOWN OUT OF HAND: HAVING PREVIOUSLY, WITH THE UTMOST CONSIDERATION,

KNOCKED DOWN A CHAIRMAN FOR HIM TO LIE UPON--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: THE KITCHEN DOOR OPENED, AND IN WALKED MR. JOE

TROTTER--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: SAM LOOKED AT THE FAT BOY WITH GREAT ASTONISHMENT, BUT

WITHOUT SAYING A WORD--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: BEFORE MR. PICKWICK DISTINCTLY KNEW WHAT WAS THE MATTER,

HE WAS SURROUNDED BY THE WHOLE BODY, AND KISSED BY EVERY ONE OF

THEM--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: SEATED ON AN UPRIGHT TOMBSTONE, CLOSE TO HIM, WAS A

STRANGE UNEARTHLY FIGURE--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK .... WENT SLOWLY AND GRAVELY DOWN THE SLIDE,

WITH HIS FEET ABOUT A YARD AND A QUARTER APART, AMIDST THE GRATIFIED

SHOUTS OF ALL THE SPECTATORS--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: A LITTLE FIERCE WOMAN BOUNCED INTO THE ROOM, ALL IN A

TREMBLE WITH PASSION, AND PALE WITH RAGE--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: WITH A COUNTENANCE GREATLY MOLLIFIED BY THE SOFTENING

INFLUENCE OF TOBACCO, REQUESTED HIM TO "FIRE AWAY"--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: BEFORE SAM COULD INTERFERE TO PREVENT IT, HIS HEROIC

PARENT HAD PENETRATED INTO A REMOTE CORNER OF THE ROOM, AND ATTACKED THE

REVEREND MR. STIGGINS WITH MANUAL DEXTERITY--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: AN ADMONITORY GESTURE FROM PERKER RESTRAINED HIM, AND HE

LISTENED TO THE LEARNED GENTLEMAN'S CONTINUATION WITH A LOOK OF

INDIGNATION--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: POOR MR. PICKWICK! HE HAD NEVER PLAYED WITH THREE

THOROUGH-PACED FEMALE CARD-PLAYERS BEFORE--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: HE NO SOONER HEARD THE HORRIBLE THREAT OF THE VALOROUS

DOWLER, THAN HE BOUNCED OUT OF THE SEDAN--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: MR. TUCKLE, DRESSED OUT WITH THE COCKED-HAT AND STICK,

DANCED THE FROG HORNPIPE AMONG THE SHELLS ON THE TABLE--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: MR BOB SAWYER'S BOY ... PEEPED THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR,

AND THUS LISTENED AND LOOKED ON AT THE SAME TIME--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "UNLOCK THAT DOOR, AND LEAVE THIS ROOM IMMEDIATELY, SIR,"

SAID MR. WINKLE--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "MY DEAR," SAID MR. PICKWICK, LOOKING OVER THE WALL, AND

CATCHING SIGHT OF ARABELLA ON THE OTHER SIDE. "DON'T BE FRIGHTENED, MY

DEAR, 'TIS ONLY ME"--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK SITTING FOR HIS PORTRAIT--Chap. xl.]

[Illustration: LETTING HIS HAT FALL ON THE FLOOR, HE STOOD PERFECTLY

FIXED AND IMMOVABLE WITH ASTONISHMENT--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: WITH THIS, THE SPEAKER SNATCHED THAT ARTICLE OF DRESS

FROM MR. PICKWICK'S HEAD--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: SAM, HAVING BEEN FORMALLY INTRODUCED .... AS THE

OFFSPRING OF MR. WELLER, OF THE BELLE SAVAGE, WAS TREATED WITH MARKED

DISTINCTION--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU ALWAYS SMOKE ARTER YOU GOES TO BED, OLD COCK?"

INQUIRED MR. WELLER OF HIS LANDLORD, WHEN THEY HAD BOTH RETIRED FOR THE

NIGHT--Chap. xliv.]

[Illustration: MR. STIGGINS, GETTING ON HIS LEGS AS WELL AS HE COULD,

PROCEEDED TO DELIVER AN EDIFYING DISCOURSE FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE

COMPANY--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: MRS. BARDELL SCREAMED VIOLENTLY; TOMMY ROARED; MRS.

CLUFFINK SHRUNK WITHIN HERSELF AND MRS. SANDERS MADE OFF WITHOUT MORE

ADO--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK COULD SCARCELY BELIEVE THE EVIDENCE OF HIS

OWN SENSES--Chap. xlvii.]

[Illustration: THESE ATTENTIONS WERE DIRECTED, NOT TOWARDS HIM, BUT TO A

YOUNG LADY WHO JUST THEN APPEARED AT THE FOOT OF THE STEPS--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: MR. BOB SAWYER WAS SEATED: NOT IN THE DICKEY, BUT ON THE

ROOF OF THE CHAISE--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: SNATCHING UP A MEAL-SACK, EFFECTUALLY STOPPED THE

CONFLICT BY DRAWING IT OVER THE HEAD AND SHOULDERS OF THE MIGHTY

POTT--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: SUDDENLY AWARE THAT HE WAS IN THE PRESENCE OF A STRANGER,

MR. BEN ALLEN ADVANCED--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: IT WAS A STILL MORE EXCITING SPECTACLE TO BEHOLD MR.

WELLER .... IMMERSING MR. STIGGINS'S HEAD IN A HORSE-TROUGH FULL OF

WATER, AND HOLDING IT THERE UNTIL HE WAS HALF SUFFOCATED--Chap. lii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY INSOLENT FAMILIARITY, SIR," SAID MR. PICKWICK,

TURNING UPON FOGG WITH A FIERCENESS OF GESTURE WHICH CAUSED THAT PERSON

TO RETREAT TOWARDS THE DOOR WITH GREAT EXPEDITION--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY, HOW NICE YOU LOOK!"--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: THE MOTTLED-FACED GENTLEMAN REVIEWED THE COMPANY, AND

SLOWLY LIFTED HIS HAND--Chap. lv.]

[Illustration: THE WORDS WERE SCARCELY OUT OF THE OLD GENTLEMAN'S LIPS,

WHEN FOOTSTEPS WERE HEARD ASCENDING THE STAIRS--Chap. lvi.]

THE ADVENTURES OF

OLIVER TWIST

[Illustration]

TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS

BY J. MAHONEY

[Illustration: OLIVER ASKS FOR MORE--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "LIBERAL TERMS, MR. SOWERBERRY, LIBERAL TERMS!"--Chap.

iv.]

[Illustration: OLIVER RATHER ASTONISHES NOAH--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "HULLO, MY COVEY! WHAT'S THE ROW?"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "STOP THIEF!"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "WHAT'S BECOME OF THE BOY?"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: "YOU ARE ON THE SCENT, ARE YOU, NANCY?"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "A BEADLE! A PARISH BEADLE, OR I'LL EAT MY HEAD"--Chap.

xvii.]

[Illustration: THE BOY WAS LYING FAST ASLEEP, ON A RUDE BED UPON THE

FLOOR--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: SIKES, WITH OLIVER'S HANDS STILL IN HIS, SOFTLY

APPROACHED THE LOW PORCH--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "DIRECTLY I LEAVE GO OF YOU, DO YOUR WORK. HARK!"--Chap.

xxii.]

[Illustration: "FAGIN!" WHISPERED A VOICE CLOSE TO HIS EAR--Chap.

xxvi.]

[Illustration: "DON'T SIGH, MRS. CORNEY," SAID MR. BUMBLE--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: "JUST SEND SOMEBODY OUT TO RELIEVE MY MATE, WILL YOU,

YOUNG MAN?"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: WHEN IT BECAME QUITE DARK, AND THEY RETURNED HOME, THE

YOUNG LADY WOULD SIT DOWN TO THE PIANO, AND PLAY SOME PLEASANT

AIR--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: LOOKING ROUND, HE SAW THAT IT WAS A POST-CHAISE, DRIVEN

AT GREAT SPEED--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: A "FEW--A VERY FEW--WILL SUFFICE, ROSE," SAID THE YOUNG

MAN, DRAWING HIS CHAIR TOWARDS HER--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: "WERE YOU LOOKING FOR ME," HE SAID, "WHEN YOU PEERED IN

AT THE WINDOW?"--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: THE EVIDENCE DESTROYED--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: THEN, STOOPING SOFTLY OVER THE BED, SHE KISSED THE

ROBBER'S LIPS--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: "LOOK THERE! THOSE ARE THE LIGHTS OF LONDON"--Chap.

xlii.]

[Illustration: "WHAT IS THIS?" INQUIRED ONE OF THE MAGISTRATES. "A

PICK-POCKETING CASE, YOUR WORSHIP"--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT THE SAME DISTANCE IN ADVANCE AS SHE

HAD BEEN BEFORE, HE SLIPPED QUIETLY DOWN, AND FOLLOWED HER AGAIN--Chap.

xlvi.]

[Illustration: HE MOVED, BACKWARD, TOWARDS THE DOOR: DRAGGED THE DOG

WITH HIM--Chap. xlviii.]

[Illustration: AND CREEPING OVER THE TILES, LOOKED OVER THE LOW

PARAPET--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU KNOW THE YOUNG LADY, SIR?"--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: HE SAT DOWN ON THE STONE BENCH OPPOSITE THE DOOR--Chap.

lvi.]

THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF NICHOLAS NICKLEBY

[Illustration]

FIFTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: RALPH NICKLEBY AND NEWMAN NOGGS--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW LOOKED AT EACH OTHER FOR SOME

SECONDS WITHOUT SPEAKING--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: THE SCHOOLMASTER AND HIS COMPANION LOOKED STEADILY AT

EACH OTHER FOR A FEW SECONDS, AND THEN EXCHANGED A VERY MEANING

SMILE--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "SNUBS AND ROMANS ARE PLENTIFUL ENOUGH, AND THERE ARE

FLATS OF ALL SORTS AND SIZES WHEN THERE'S A MEETING AT EXETER

HALL"--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "VERY GLAD TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MISS," SAID

SQUEERS, RAISING HIS HAT AN INCH OR TWO--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE FIRE, THERE SAT WITH FOLDED

ARMS A WRINKLING HIDEOUS FIGURE--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: THE FIRST CLASS ENGLISH SPELLING AND PHILOSOPHY--Chap.

viii.]

[Illustration: "PAIN AND FEAR, PAIN AND FEAR FOR ME, ALIVE OR DEAD. NO

HOPE, NO HOPE!"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: KATE WALKED SADLY BACK TO THEIR LODGINGS IN THE

STRAND--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "OH! AS SOFT AS POSSIBLE, IF YOU PLEASE"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "WRETCH," REJOINED NICHOLAS FIERCELY, "TOUCH HIM AT YOUR

PERIL! I WILL NOT STAND BY, AND SEE IT DONE. MY BLOOD IS UP, AND I HAVE

THE STRENGTH OF TEN SUCH MEN AS YOU"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: "I CAN--NOT HELP IT, AND IT DON'T SIGNIFY," SOBBED MRS.

KENWIGS. "OH! THEY'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO LIVE, MUCH TOO BEAUTIFUL!"--Chap.

xiv.]

[Illustration: THERE CAME INTO THE OFFICE AN APPLICANT IN WHOSE FAVOUR

HE IMMEDIATELY RETIRED, AND WHOSE APPEARANCE BOTH SURPRISED AND

INTERESTED HIM--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: "I DON'T FORGET YOU, MY SOUL, AND NEVER SHALL, AND NEVER

CAN," SAID MANTALINI, KISSING HIS WIFE'S HAND AND GRIMACING ASIDE TO

MISS NICKLEBY, WHO TURNED AWAY--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "A MISERABLE WRETCH," EXCLAIMED MR. KNAG, STRIKING HIS

FOREHEAD. "A MISERABLE WRETCH"--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: "I AM AFRAID YOU HAVE BEEN GIVING HER SOME OF YOUR WICKED

LOOKS, MY LORD," SAID THE INTENDED--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: BUT THE YOUNG LADY MAKING A VIOLENT EFFORT TO DISENGAGE

HERSELF, HE LOST HIS BALANCE, AND MEASURED HIS LENGTH UPON THE

GROUND--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: THE DRESSING-ROOM DOOR BEING HASTILY FLUNG OPEN, MR.

MANTALINI WAS DISCLOSED TO VIEW, WITH HIS SHIRT COLLAR SYMMETRICALLY

THROWN BACK: PUTTING A FINE EDGE TO A BREAKFAST KNIFE BY MEANS OF HIS

RAZOR STROP--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "YOU CAN JUST GIVE HIM THAT ERE CARD, AND TELL HIM IF HE

WANTS TO SPEAK TO ME, AND SAVE TROUBLE, HERE I AM, THAT'S ALL"--Chap.

xxi.]

[Illustration: MR. CRUMMLES LOOKED, FROM TIME TO TIME, WITH GREAT

INTEREST AT SMIKE, WITH WHOM HE HAD APPEARED CONSIDERABLY STRUCK FROM

THE FIRST. HE HAD NOW FALLEN ASLEEP, AND WAS NODDING IN HIS CHAIR--Chap.

xxii.]

[Illustration: THE INDIAN SAVAGE AND THE MAIDEN--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: "AS AN EXQUISITE EMBODIMENT OF THE POET'S VISIONS, AND A

REALISATION OF HUMAN INTELLECTUALITY, GILDING WITH REFULGENT LIGHT OUR

DREAMY MOMENTS, AND LAYING OPEN A NEW AND MAGIC WORLD BEFORE THE MENTAL

EYE, THE DRAMA IS GONE, PERFECTLY GONE," SAID MR. CURDLE--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: "NICKLEBY," SAID HIS CLIENT, THROWING HIMSELF ALONG THE

SOFA ON WHICH HE HAD BEEN PREVIOUSLY SEATED, SO AS TO BRING HIS LIPS

NEARER TO THE OLD MAN'S EAR, "WHAT A PRETTY CREATURE YOUR NIECE

IS!"--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: SIR MULBERRY HAWK AND HIS FRIEND EXCHANGED GLANCES OVER

THE TOP OF THE BONNET--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: "I SEE HOW IT IS," SAID POOR NOGGS, DRAWING FROM HIS

POCKET WHAT SEEMED TO BE A VERY OLD DUSTER, AND WIPING KATE'S EYES WITH

IT AS GENTLY AS IF SHE WERE AN INFANT--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: "BUT THEY SHALL NOT PROTECT YE!" SAID THE TRAGEDIAN,

TAKING AN UPWARD LOOK AT NICHOLAS, BEGINNING AT HIS BOOTS AND ENDING AT

THE CROWN OF HIS HEAD--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: MR. SNEVELLICCI REPEATED THE WINK, AND, DRINKING TO MRS.

LILYVICK IN DUMB-SHOW, ACTUALLY BLEW HER A KISS--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: LASHING HIMSELF UP TO AN EXTRAORDINARY PITCH OF FURY,

NEWMAN NOGGS JERKED HIMSELF ABOUT THE ROOM WITH THE MOST ECCENTRIC

MOTION EVER BEHELD IN A HUMAN BEING--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "LOOK AT THEM TEARS, SIR!" SAID SQUEERS WITH A TRIUMPHANT

AIR, AS MASTER WACKFORD WIPED HIS EYES WITH THE CUFF OF HIS JACKET;

"THERE'S OILINESS"--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: SIR MULBERRY, SHORTENING HIS WHIP, APPLIED IT FURIOUSLY

TO THE HEAD AND SHOULDERS OF NICHOLAS. IT WAS BROKEN IN THE STRUGGLE:

NICHOLAS GAINED THE HEAVY HANDLE, AND WITH IT LAID OPEN ONE SIDE OF HIS

ANTAGONIST'S FACE FROM THE EYE TO THE LIP--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: NIGHT FOUND HIM, AT LAST, STILL HARPING ON THE SAME

THEME, AND STILL PURSUING THE SAME UNPROFITABLE REFLECTIONS--Chap.

xxxiv.]

[Illustration: "I'M NOT COMING AN HOUR LATER IN THE MORNING, YOU KNOW,"

SAID TIM, BREAKING OUT ALL AT ONCE, AND LOOKING VERY RESOLUTE. "I'M NOT

GOING TO SLEEP IN THE FRESH AIR--NO, NOR I'M NOT GOING INTO THE COUNTRY

EITHER"--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: WITH THIS THE DOCTOR LAUGHED; BUT HE DIDN'T LAUGH HALF AS

MUCH AS A MARRIED FRIEND OF MRS. KENWIGS'S, WHO HAD JUST COME IN FROM

THE SICK CHAMBER--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: "YE'ES," SAID THE OTHER, TURNING FULL UPON HIM. "IF YOU

HAD TOLD HIM WHO YOU WERE: IF YOU HAD GIVEN HIM YOUR CARD, AND FOUND

OUT, AFTERWARDS, THAT HIS STATION OR CHARACTER PREVENTED YOUR FIGHTING

HIM, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BAD ENOUGH THEN"--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: DARTING IN, COVERED SMIKE'S MOUTH WITH HIS HUGE HAND

BEFORE HE COULD UTTER A SOUND--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: THE MEDITATIVE OGRE--Chap. xl.]

[Illustration: CONCLUDED BY STANDING ON ONE LEG, AND REPEATING HIS

FAVOURITE BELLOW WITH INCREASED VEHEMENCE--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: "I SAY," SAID JOHN, RATHER ASTOUNDED FOR THE MOMENT,

"MAK' THEESELF QUITE AT WHOAM, WILL 'EE?"--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: FELL UPON HIS FACE IN A PASSION OF BITTER GRIEF--Chap.

xliii.]

[Illustration: "I AM A MOST MISERABLE AND WRETCHED OUTCAST, NEARLY SIXTY

YEARS OLD, AND AS DESTITUTE AND HELPLESS AS A CHILD OF SIX"--Chap.

xliv.]

[Illustration: MR. SQUEERS EXECUTES AN IMPROMPTU "PAS SEUL"--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: WAS PRESENTLY CONDUCTED BY A ROBBER, WITH A VERY LARGE

BELT AND BUCKLE ROUND HIS WAIST, AND VERY LARGE LEATHER GAUNTLETS ON HIS

HANDS, INTO THE PRESENCE OF HIS FORMER MANAGER--Chap. xlviii.]

[Illustration: "NO MATTER! DO YOU THINK YOU BRING YOUR PALTRY MONEY HERE

AS A FAVOUR OR A GIFT; OR AS A MATTER OF BUSINESS, AND IN RETURN FOR

VALUE RECEIVED"--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: "AHA!" CRIED THE OLD GENTLEMAN, FOLDING HIS HANDS AND

SQUEEZING THEM WITH GREAT FORCE AGAINST EACH OTHER. "I SEE HER NOW; I

SEE HER NOW; MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY BRIDE, MY PEERLESS BEAUTY! SHE IS COME

AT LAST--AT LAST--AND ALL IS GAS AND GAITERS"--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: TWO MEN, SEIZING EACH OTHER BY THE THROAT, STRUGGLED INTO

THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: ALL THE LIGHT AND LIFE OF DAY CAME ON; AND AMIDST IT ALL,

AND PRESSING DOWN THE GRASS WHOSE EVERY BLADE BORE TWENTY TINY LIVES,

LAY THE DEAD MAN, WITH HIS STARK AND RIGID FACE TURNED UPWARDS TO THE

SKY--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "I'LL BE MARRIED IN THE BOTTLE-GREEN," CRIED ARTHUR

GRIDE--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: "THIEVES! THIEVES!" SHRIEKED THE USURER, STARTING UP AND

FOLDING HIS BOOK TO HIS BREAST; "ROBBERS! MURDER!"--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: "I MUST BESEECH YOU TO CONTEMPLATE AGAIN THE FEARFUL

COURSE TO WHICH YOU HAVE BEEN IMPELLED"--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: HE DREW RALPH NICKLEBY TO THE FURTHER END OF THE ROOM,

AND POINTED TOWARDS GRIDE, WHO SAT HUDDLED TOGETHER IN A CORNER,

FUMBLING NERVOUSLY WITH THE BUTTONS OF HIS COAT, AND EXHIBITING A FACE

OF WHICH EVERY SKULKING AND BASE EXPRESSION WAS SHARPENED AND AGGRAVATED

TO THE UTMOST OF HIS ANXIETY AND TREPIDATION--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: "THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING, YOU SAY," SAID RALPH,

SHAKING HIM FURIOUSLY BY THE COLLAR. "WHAT IS IT?"--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS A BOTTLE"--Chap. lvii.]

[Illustration: "WHO TAMPERED WITH A SELFISH FATHER, URGING HIM TO SELL

HIS DAUGHTER TO OLD ARTHUR GRIDE, AND TAMPERED WITH GRIDE TOO, AND DID

SO IN THE LITTLE OFFICE, WITH A CLOSET IN THE ROOM"--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: "TOTAL, ALL UP WITH SQUEERS!"--Chap. lx.]

[Illustration: RALPH MAKES ONE LAST APPOINTMENT--AND KEEPS IT--Chap.

lxii.]

[Illustration: CLASPING THE IRON RAILINGS WITH HIS HANDS, LOOKED EAGERLY

IN, WONDERING WHICH MIGHT BE HIS GRAVE--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: "OH, MR. LINKINWATER, YOU'RE JOKING!" "NO, NO, I'M NOT.

I'M NOT INDEED," SAID TIM. "I WILL, IF YOU WILL. DO, MY DEAR!"--Chap.

lxiii.]

[Illustration: THE LITTLE PEOPLE COULD DO NOTHING WITHOUT DEAR NEWMAN

NOGGS--Chap. lxv.]

MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK AND OTHER STORIES

[Illustration]

NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: AT SUCH TIMES, OR WHEN THE SHOUTS OF STRAGGLING BRAWLERS

MET HER EAR, THE BOWYER'S DAUGHTER WOULD LOOK TIMIDLY BACK AT HUGH,

BESEECHING HIM TO DRAW NEARER.--_Master Humphrey's Clock_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: AS HE SAT UPON A LOW SEAT BESIDE MY WIFE, I WOULD PEER AT

HIM FOR HOURS TOGETHER FROM BEHIND A TREE.--_Master Humphrey's Clock_,

chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "VITH THESE VORDS HE RUSHES INTO THE SHOP, BREAKS THE

DUMMY'S NOSE WITH A BLOW OF HIS CURLIN'-IRONS, MELTS HIM DOWN AT THE

PARLOUR FIRE, AND NEVER SMILES AFTERWARDS."--_Master Humphrey's Clock_,

chap. v.]

[Illustration: AT LAST THEY MADE A HALT AT THE OPENING OF A LONELY,

DESOLATE SPACE, AND, POINTING TO A BLACK OBJECT AT SOME DISTANCE, ASKED

WILL IF HE SAW THAT YONDER.--_Master Humphrey's Clock_, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "WITH A LOOK OF SCORN, SHE PUT INTO MY HAND A BIT OF

PAPER, AND TOOK ANOTHER PARTNER. ON THE PAPER WAS PENCILLED, 'HEAVENS!

CAN I WRITE THE WORD? IS MY HUSBAND A COW?'"--_Holiday Romance_, Part

i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT IS THE MATTER?" ASKED BROTHER HAUKYARD. "AY! WHAT

IS THE MATTER?" ASKED BROTHER GIMBLET.--_George Silverman's

Explanation_, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: GEORGE SILVERMAN WRITES HIS EXPLANATION.--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "YOU SHALL SEE ME ONCE AGAIN IN THE BODY, WHEN YOU ARE

TRIED FOR YOUR LIFE. YOU SHALL SEE ME ONCE AGAIN IN THE SPIRIT, WHEN THE

CORD IS ROUND YOUR NECK AND THE CROWD ARE CRYING AGAINST YOU."--_Hunted

Down_, chap. v.]

THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP

[Illustration]

THIRTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY C. GREEN

[Illustration: THE DOOR BEING OPENED, THE CHILD ADDRESSED HIM AS HER

GRANDFATHER--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: THE OLD MAN SAT HIMSELF DOWN IN A CHAIR, AND, WITH FOLDED

HANDS, LOOKED SOMETIMES AT HIS GRANDSON AND SOMETIMES AT HIS STRANGE

COMPANION--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: WHEN HE DID SIT DOWN, HE TUCKED UP HIS SLEEVES AND

SQUARED HIS ELBOWS AND PUT HIS FACE CLOSE TO THE COPY-BOOK--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: DANIEL QUILP SAT HIMSELF DOWN IN A WHERRY TO CROSS TO THE

OPPOSITE SHORE--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: HE SOON CAST HIS EYES UPON A CHAIR, INTO WHICH HE SKIPPED

WITH UNCOMMON AGILITY, AND, PERCHING HIMSELF ON THE BACK WITH HIS FEET

UPON THE SEAT, WAS THUS ENABLED TO LOOK ON--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "I'LL BEAT YOU TO PULP, YOU DOGS"--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "IS IT GOOD, BRASS, IS IT NICE, IS IT FRAGRANT?"--Chap.

xi.]

[Illustration: NOT TO BE BEHINDHAND IN THE BUSTLE, MR. QUILP WENT TO

WORK WITH SURPRISING VIGOUR--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: NELLY, KNEELING DOWN BESIDE THE BOX, WAS SOON BUSILY

ENGAGED IN HER TASK--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "NOW, GENTLEMEN," SAID JERRY, LOOKING AT THEM

ATTENTIVELY, "THE DOG WHOSE NAME'S CALLED, EATS"--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: THERE WAS BUT ONE LADY WHO SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND THE

CHILD, AND SHE WAS ONE WHO SAT ALONE IN A HANDSOME CARRIAGE--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: A SMALL WHITE-HEADED BOY WITH A SUNBURNT FACE APPEARED AT

THE DOOR WHILE HE WAS SPEAKING, AND STOPPING THERE TO MAKE A RUSTIC BOW,

CAME IN--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: AND THEN THEY WENT ON ARM-IN-ARM, VERY LOVINGLY

TOGETHER--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: SHE HANDED DOWN TO THEM THE TEA-TRAY, THE BREAD AND

BUTTER, THE KNUCKLE OF HAM, AND, IN SHORT, EVERYTHING OF WHICH SHE HAD

PARTAKEN HERSELF--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: "THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," SAID MRS. JARLEY, "IS

JASPER PACKLEMERTON OF ATROCIOUS MEMORY"--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: AND IN THIS STATE AND CEREMONY RODE SLOWLY THROUGH THE

TOWN EVERY MORNING--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: IN SOME OF THESE FLOURISHES IT WENT CLOSE TO MISS SALLY'S

HEAD--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE THE WAX-WORK CHILD, ARE YOU NOT?"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "OH PLEASE," SAID A LITTLE VOICE VERY LOW DOWN IN THE

DOORWAY, "WILL YOU COME AND SHOW THE LODGINGS?"--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU SEE THIS?"--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: AT LENGTH EVERYTHING WAS READY, AND THEY WENT OFF--Chap.

xxxix.]

[Illustration: THE OLD MAN STOOD HELPLESSLY AMONG THEM FOR A LITTLE

TIME--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: A MAN OF VERY UNCOUTH AND ROUGH APPEARANCE WAS STANDING

OVER THEM--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "SHE IS QUITE EXHAUSTED," SAID THE SCHOOLMASTER--Chap.

xlvi.]

[Illustration: "AQUILINE!" CRIED QUILP, THRUSTING IN HIS HEAD--Chap.

xlix.]

[Illustration: BOTH MOTHER AND DAUGHTER, TREMBLING WITH TERROR AND COLD,

.... OBEYED MR. QUILP'S DIRECTIONS IN SUBMISSIVE SILENCE--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "HALLOA!"--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: ELEVATING HIS GLASS, DRANK TO THEIR NEXT MERRY-MEETING IN

THAT JOVIAL SPOT--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: THE CHILD SAT DOWN IN THIS OLD SILENT PLACE--Chap.

liii.]

[Illustration: "THEN, MARCHIONESS," SAID MR. SWIVELLER, "FIRE

AWAY!"--Chap. lviii.]

[Illustration: THE AIR WAS, "AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY"--Chap. lvlli.]

[Illustration: "IS IT LIKE KIT--IS IT HIS PICTURE, HIS IMAGE, HIS VERY

SELF?"--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: THE MARCHIONESS JUMPED UP QUICKLY, AND CLAPPED HER

HANDS--Chap. lxiv.]

[Illustration: SHE HAD NOTHING FOR IT NOW, THEREFORE, BUT TO RUN AFTER

THE CHAISE--Chap. lxv.]

[Illustration: TOM IMMEDIATELY WALKED UPON HIS HANDS TO THE WINDOW,

AND--IF THE EXPRESSION BE ALLOWABLE--LOOKED IN WITH HIS SHOES--Chap.

lxvii.]

[Illustration: THE STRONG TIDE FILLED HIS THROAT, AND BORE HIM ON ITS

RAPID CURRENT--Chap. lxvii.]

[Illustration: "MASTER!" HE CRIED, STOOPING ON ONE KNEE AND CATCHING AT

HIS HAND. "DEAR MASTER! SPEAK TO ME!"--Chap. lxxi.]

[Illustration: TWO WRETCHED PEOPLE WERE MORE THAN ONCE OBSERVED TO CRAWL

AT DUSK FROM THE INMOST RECESSES OF ST. GILES'S--Chap. lxxiii.]

BARNABY RUDGE

A TALE OF THE RIOTS OF 'EIGHTY

[Illustration]

FORTY-SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: "STAND--LET ME SEE YOUR FACE"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "DOES THE BOY KNOW WHAT HE'S A-SAYING OF!" CRIED THE

ASTONISHED JOHN WILLETT--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "I CAN'T TOUCH HIM!" CRIED THE IDIOT, FALLING BACK AND

SHUDDERING AS WITH A STRONG SPASM; "HE'S BLOODY!"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "IF I AM EVER," SAID MRS. V.,--NOT SCOLDING, BUT IN A

SORT OF MONOTONOUS REMONSTRANCE--"IN SPIRITS, IF I AM EVER CHEERFUL, IF

I AM EVER MORE THAN USUALLY DISPOSED TO BE TALKATIVE AND COMFORTABLE,

THIS IS THE WAY I AM TREATED"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: THOSE LIPS WITHIN SIM'S REACH FROM DAY TO DAY, AND YET SO

FAR OFF--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "CHESTER," SAID MR. HAREDALE AFTER A SHORT SILENCE,

DURING WHICH HE HAD EYED HIS SMILING FACE FROM TIME TO TIME INTENTLY,

"YOU HAVE THE HEAD AND HEART OF AN EVIL SPIRIT IN ALL MATTERS OF

DECEPTION"--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "HE MELTS, I THINK. HE GOES LIKE A DROP OF FROTH. YOU

LOOK AT HIM, AND THERE HE IS. YOU LOOK AT HIM AGAIN, AND--THERE HE

ISN'T"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: FATHER AND SON--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "COME, COME, MASTER," CRIED THE FELLOW, URGED ON BY THE

LOOKS OF HIS COMRADES, AND SLAPPING HIM ON THE SHOULDER; "BE MORE

COMPANIONABLE AND COMMUNICATIVE. BE MORE THE GENTLEMAN IN THIS GOOD

COMPANY"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: WITH THAT HE ADVANCED, AND BENDING DOWN OVER THE

PROSTRATE FORM, SOFTLY TURNED BACK THE HEAD AND LOOKED INTO THE

FACE--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: SHE SAT HERE, THOUGHTFUL AND APART, UNTIL THEIR TIME WAS

OUT--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: EMMA HAREDALE AND DOLLY VARDEN--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "HUFF OR NO HUFF," SAID MR. TAPPERTIT, DETAINING HER BY

THE WRIST. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, JEZEBEL! WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY!

ANSWER ME!"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: HOW THE ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN SPENT THE EVENING IN THE

MIDST OF A DAZZLING AND BRILLIANT CIRCLE--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: NOW HE WOULD CALL TO HER FROM THE TOPMOST BRANCH OF SOME

HIGH TREE BY THE ROADSIDE--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: "I BEG PARDON--DO I ADDRESS MISS HAREDALE!"--Chap.

xxix.]

[Illustration: FINISHED BY DRIVING HIM WITH SURPRISING SWIFTNESS AGAINST

A HEAP OF SPITTOONS IN ONE CORNER--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: LORD GEORGE GORDON LEAVING THE MAYPOLE--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: "IF THEY'RE A DREAM," SAID SIM, "LET SCULPTURES HAVE SUCH

WISIONS, AND CHISEL'EM OUT WHEN THEY WAKE. THIS IS REALITY. SLEEP HAS NO

SUCH LIMBS AS THEM"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "HA, HA!" ROARED THE FELLOW, SMITING HIS LEG; "FOR A

GENTLEMAN AS 'ULL SAY A PLEASANT THING IN A PLEASANT WAY, GIVE ME MUSTER

GASHFORD AGIN ALL LONDON AND WESTMINSTER!"--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: A NICE TRIO--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: GABRIEL VARDEN--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "HE RETORT!" CRIED HAREDALE. "LOOK YOU HERE, MY LORD. DO

YOU KNOW THIS MAN!"--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "IN THE NAME OF GOD NO!" SHRIEKED THE WIDOW, DARTING

FORWARD. "BARNABY--MY LORD--SEE--HE'LL COME BACK--BARNABY--BARNABY!"--Chap.

xlviii.]

[Illustration: "A BRAVE EVENING, MOTHER! IF WE HAD CHINKING IN OUR

POCKETS BUT A FEW SPECKS OF THAT GOLD WHICH IS PILED UP YONDER IN THE

SKY, WE SHOULD BE RICH FOR LIFE"--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: THEN SEATING HIMSELF UNDER A SPREADING HONEYSUCKLE, AND

STRETCHING HIS LEGS ACROSS THE THRESHOLD SO THAT NO PERSON COULD PASS IN

OR OUT WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, HE TOOK FROM HIS POCKET A PIPE, FLINT,

STEEL, AND TINDER-BOX, AND BEGAN TO SMOKE--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: THE POLE SWEPT THE AIR ABOVE THE PEOPLE'S HEADS, AND THE

MAN'S SADDLE WAS EMPTY IN AN INSTANT--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: IT FLITTED ONWARD, AND WAS GONE--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING," SAID THE LOCKSMITH--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: FLUNG ITSELF UPON THE FOREMOST ONE, KNELT DOWN UPON ITS

BREAST, AND CLUTCHED ITS THROAT WITH BOTH HANDS--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: PUTTING HIS STAFF ACROSS HIS KNEES IN CASE OF ALARM OR

SURPRISE, SUMMONED GRIP TO DINNER--Chap. lvii.]

[Illustration: LOOKED MOODILY ON AS SHE FLEW TO MISS HAREDALE'S

SIDE--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: "WILL YOU COME?"

"I!" SAID THE LORD MAYOR MOST EMPHATICALLY. "CERTAINLY NOT"--Chap.

lxi.]

[Illustration: "STOP!" CRIED THE LOCKSMITH, IN A VOICE THAT MADE THEM

FALTER--PRESENTING, AS HE SPOKE, A GUN. "LET AN OLD MAN DO THAT. YOU CAN

SPARE HIM BETTER"--Chap. lxiii.]

[Illustration: THE BURNING OF NEWGATE--Chap. lxiv.]

[Illustration: "NO OFFENCE, NO OFFENCE," SAID THAT PERSONAGE IN A

CONCILIATORY TONE, AS HUGH STOPPED IN HIS DRAUGHT AND EYED HIM, WITH NO

PLEASANT LOOK FROM HEAD TO FOOT--Chap. lxix.]

[Illustration: "TENDER-HEARTED!" ECHOED DENNIS. "TENDER-HEARTED! LOOK AT

THIS MAN. DO YOU CALL THIS CONSTITOOTIONAL! DO YOU SEE HIM SHOT THROUGH

AND THROUGH, INSTEAD OF BEING WORKED OFF LIKE A BRITON! DAMME IF I KNOW

WHICH PARTY TO SIDE WITH"--Chap. lxix.]

[Illustration: "YOU OUGHT TO BE THE BEST INSTEAD OF THE WORST," SAID

HUGH, STOPPING BEFORE HIM. "HA, HA, HA! SEE THE HANGMAN WHEN IT COMES

HOME TO HIM!"--Chap. lxxvi.]

[Illustration: "I SHALL BLESS YOUR NAME," SOBBED THE LOCKSMITH'S LITTLE

DAUGHTER, "AS LONG AS I LIVE"--Chap. lxxii.]

[Illustration: SAT THE UNHAPPY AUTHOR OF ALL--LORD GEORGE GORDON--Chap.

lxxiii.]

[Illustration: HE ROSE FROM HIS BED WITH A HEAVY SIGH, AND WRAPPED

HIMSELF IN HIS MORNING GOWN. "SO SHE KEPT HER WORD," HE SAID, "AND WAS

CONSTANT TO HER THREAT!"--Chap. lxxv.]

[Illustration: THE LOCKSMITH'S RUDDY FACE AND BURLY FORM COULD BE

DESCRIED, BEATING ABOUT AS THOUGH HE WAS STRUGGLING WITH A ROUGH

SEA--Chap. lxxix.]

[Illustration: RECLINING, IN AN EASY ATTITUDE, WITH HIS BACK AGAINST A

TREE, AND CONTEMPLATING THE RUIN WITH AN EXPRESSION OF PLEASURE--Chap.

lxxxi.]

[Illustration: RAISING HIMSELF UPON HIS HANDS, HE GAZED AT HIM FOR AN

INSTANT WITH SCORN AND HATRED IN HIS LOOK--Chap. lxxxi.]

[Illustration: GRIP THE RAVEN--Chap. the last.]

AMERICAN NOTES

[Illustration]

TEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY A. B. FROST

[Illustration: "RATHER A HEAVY SEA ON, SIR, AND A HEAD WIND"--Chap. ii].

[Illustration: RAILWAY DIALOGUE--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: WHEN SUDDENLY THE LIVELY HERO DASHES IN TO THE

RESCUE--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: IN THE WHITE HOUSE--Chap. vii]

[Illustration: IN THE CABIN OF THE CANAL BOAT--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: EMIGRANTS--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "NOT YET AWHILE, SIR, NOT YET"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: AND HAVING HIS WET PIPE PRESENTED TO HIM, ETC.--Chap.

xv.]

[Illustration: AS THE COACH STOPS A GENTLEMAN IN A STRAW HAT LOOKS OUT

OF THE WINDOW--Chap. xiv.]

THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT

[Illustration]

FIFTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: "I SEE YOU," CRIED MISS PECKSNIFF TO THE IDEAL INFLICTOR

OF A RUNAWAY KNOCK, "YOU'LL CATCH IT; SIR!"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: MR. PECKSNIFF, LOOKING SWEETLY OVER THE HALF-DOOR OF THE

PAR, AND INTO THE VISTA OF SNUG PRIVACY BEYOND, MURMURED, "GOOD EVENING,

MRS. LUPIN"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "WE WILL SAY, IF YOU PLEASE," ADDED MR. PECKSNIFF, WITH

GREAT TENDERNESS OF MANNER, "THAT IT ARISES FROM A COLD IN THE HEAD, OR

IS ATTRIBUTABLE TO SNUFF, OR SMELLING SALTS, OR ONIONS, OR ANYTHING BUT

THE REAL CAUSE"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: MR. PECKSNIFF IS INTRODUCED TO A RELATIVE BY MR.

TIGG--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "HE TURNED A WHIMSICAL FACE AND VERY MERRY PAIR OF BLUE

EYES ON MR. PINCH."--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "LET US BE MERRY." HERE HE TOOK A CAPTAIN'S

BISCUIT--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "STILL A-BED," REPLIED THE BOY; "I WISH THEY WOS STILL

A-BED. THEY'RE VERY NOISY A-BED; ALL CALLING FOR THEIR BOOTS AT

ONCE"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "OH CHIV, CHIV," MURMURED MR. TIGG, "YOU HAVE A NOBLY

INDEPENDENT NATURE, CHIV"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE A PAIR OF WHITTINGTONS, GENTS, WITHOUT THE CAT,

... MY NAME IS TIGG; HOW DO YOU DO?"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY--THERE'S FOWLS TO-MORROW, NOT SKINNY ONES. OH

NO!"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "DO NOT REPINE, MY FRIENDS," SAID MR. PECKSNIFF,

TENDERLY. "DO NOT WEEP FOR ME. IT IS CHRONIC"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "WE SOMETIMES VENTURE TO CONSIDER HER RATHER A FINE

FIGURE, SIR. SPEAKING AS AN ARTIST, I MAY PERHAPS BE PERMITTED TO

SUGGEST, THAT ITS OUTLINE IS GRACEFUL AND CORRECT"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: THE DOOR OF A SMALL GLASS OFFICE, WHICH WAS PARTITIONED

OFF FROM THE REST OF THE ROOM, WAS SLOWLY OPENED, AND A LITTLE

BLEAR-EYED, WEAZEN-FACED, ANCIENT MAN CAME CREEPING OUT.--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "STAND OFF FOR A MOMENT, TOM," CRIED THE OLD PUPIL, ...

"LET ME LOOK AT YOU! JUST THE SAME! NOT A BIT CHANGED!"--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "I'M GOING UP," OBSERVED THE DRIVER; "HOUNSLOW, TEN MILES

THIS SIDE LONDON"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: STUCK HIS HANDS IN HIS SKIRT POCKETS AND SWAGGERED ROUND

THE CORNER.--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: SEEING THAT THERE WAS NO ONE NEAR, AND THAT MARK WAS

STILL INTENT UPON THE FOG, HE NOT ONLY LOOKED AT HER LIPS, BUT KISSED

THEM INTO THE BARGAIN--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: ON BOARD THE "SCREW"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "IT IS IN SUCH ENLIGHTENED MEANS," SAID A VOICE ALMOST IN

MARTIN'S EAR, "THAT THE BUBBLING PASSIONS OF MY COUNTRY FIND A

VENT"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE THE PLEASANTEST FELLOW I HAVE SEEN YET," SAID

MARTIN, CLAPPING HIM ON THE BACK, "AND GIVE ME A BETTER APPETITE THAN

BITTERS"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: JINIRAL BLADDOCK!--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "MATTER!" CRIED THE VOICE OF MR. PECKSNIFF, AS PECKSNIFF

IN THE FLESH SMILED AMIABLY UPON HIM. "THE MATTER, MR. JONAS!"--Chap.

xviii.]

[Illustration: "WELL, MRS. GAMP, AND HOW ARE _you!_ MRS. GAMP," SAID THE

GENTLEMAN, IN A VOICE AS SOFT AS HIS STEP--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: "OH! I DON'T MIND YOUR PINCHING," GRINNED JONAS, "A

BIT"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "I WAS MERELY REMARKING, GENTLEMEN--THOUGH IT'S A POINT

OF VERY LITTLE IMPORT--THAT THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND DOES NOT HAPPEN TO LIVE

IN THE TOWER OF LONDON"--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "WELL, SIR!" SAID THE CAPTAIN PUTTING HIS HAT A LITTLE

MORE ON ONE SIDE, FOR IT WAS RATHER TIGHT IN THE CROWN: "YOU'RE QUITE A

PUBLIC MAN I CALC'LATE"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: HE FLOURISHED HIS STICK OVER TOM'S HEAD; BUT IN A MOMENT

IT WAS SPINNING HARMLESSLY IN THE AIR, AND JONAS HIMSELF LAY SPRAWLING

IN THE DITCH--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: "LOOK ABOUT YOU," HE SAID, POINTING TO THE GRAVES; "AND

REMEMBER THAT FROM YOUR BRIDAL HOUR TO THE DAY WHICH SEES YOU BROUGHT AS

LOW AS THESE, AND LAID IN SUCH A BED, THERE WILL BE NO APPEAL AGAINST

HIM!"--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: "WHETHER I SICKS OR MONTHLIES, MA'AM ... I DO REQUIRE IT,

WHICH I MAKES CONFESSION, TO BE BROUGHT REG'LAR AND DRAW'D MILD"--Chap.

xxv.]

[Illustration: "THERE'S NOTHIN' HE DON'T KNOW; THAT'S MY OPINION,"

OBSERVED MRS. GAMP. "ALL THE WICKEDNESS OF THE WORLD IS PRINT TO

HIM"--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: THE SPIDER AND THE FLY--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: "TIMES IS CHANGED, AIN'T THEY! I SAY, HOW YOU'VE

GROWED!"--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: RUSTLING AMONG LAST YEAR'S LEAVES, WHOSE SCENT WOKE

MEMORY OF THE PAST, THE PLACID PECKSNIFF STROLLED--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: "I SAY," CRIED TOM, IN GREAT EXCITEMENT, "HE IS A

SCOUNDREL AND A VILLAIN! I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS, I SAY HE IS A

DOUBLE-DYED AND MOST INTOLERABLE VILLAIN"--Chap. xxxi.]