Household Edition Martin Chuzzlewit | Dickens Gallery

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Household Edition

The Household Edition of Martin Chuzzlewit was published in 1872 contains 59 illustrations by Fred Barnard.

Title Page and Vignette

"I see you," cried Miss Pecksniff to the ideal inflictor of a runaway knock, "You'll catch it; Sir!"

Mr. Pecksniff, looking sweetly over the half-door of the bar, and into the vista of snug privacy beyond, murmured "Good evening, Mrs. Lupin"

"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"

Mr. Pecksniff is introduced to a relative by Mr. Tigg

He turned a whimsical face and a very merry pair of blue eyes on Mr. Pinch

"Let us be merry." Here he took a captain's biscuit

"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"

"Oh, Chiv, Chiv," murmured Mr. Tigg, "You have a nobly independent nature, Chiv"

"You're a pair of Whittingtons, gents, without the cat; . . my name is Tigg; how do you do?"

"I say — there's fowls to-morrow — not skinny ones. Oh, no!"

"Do not repine, my friends," said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. "Do not weep for me. It is chronic"

"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"

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.

"Stand off a moment, Tom," cried the old pupil. . . . . "Let me look at you! Just the same! Not a bit changed!"

"I'm going up," observed the driver; "Hounslow, ten miles this side London"

Stuck his hands in his skirt-pocket and swaggered round the corner

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

On Board the "Screw"

It is in such enlightened means," said a voice, almost in Martin's ear, "That the bubbling passions of my country find a vent"

"You're the pleasantest fellow I have seen yet," said Martin, clapping him on the back, "And give me a better appetite than bitters"

Jiniral Bladdock!

"Matter!" cried the voice of Mr. Pecksniff, as Pecksniff in the flesh smiled amiably upon him. "The matter, Mr. Jonas!"

""Well Mrs. Gamp, and how are 'you,' Mrs. Gamp?" said this gentleman, in a voice as soft as his step.

"Oh! I don't mind your pinching," grinned Jonas, "A bit."

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