ending trade
processes, professional allusions, and methods to outsiders, and making
them humourous and intelligible. Witness Jackson, when he came to
"serve" Mr. Pickwick and friends with the _subpoenas_. It is a dry,
business-like process, but how racy Boz made it. A joke sparkles in
every line.

This trial for Breach has been debated over and over again among lawyers
and barristers, some contending that "there was no evidence at all to go
to the Jury" as to a promise; others insisting on mis-direction, and that
there was evidence that ought not to have been admitted. The law has
since been changed, and by later Acts both Mrs. Bardell and Mr. Pickwick
would have been allowed to tell their stories and to have been
cross-examined. Mrs. Bardell was almost justified in supposing that Mr.
Pickwick was offering his hand when he was merely speaking of engaging a
man-servant. But then the whole would have been spoiled. Under the
present systems, this would all have come out. Mr. Pickwick, when it
came to his turn, would have explained what his proceedings meant. It is
a most perfect and vivid satire on the hackneyed methods of the lawyers
when dealing with the witnesses. Nothing can be more natural or more
graphic. It is maintained to something between the level of comedy and
farce: nor is there the least exaggeration. It applies now as it did
then, though not to the same topics. A hectoring, bullying Counsel,
threatening and cruel, would interfere with the pleasant tone of the
play; but it is all the same conveyed. There is a likeness to Bardell
_v._ Pickwick in another Burlesque case, tried in our day, the well-known
"Trial by Jury," the joint work of Mr. Gilbert and the late Sir Arthur
Sullivan. The general tone of both is the same and in the modern work
there is a general Pickwickian flavour. Sir Arthur's music, too, is
highly "Pickwickian," and the joint effort of the two humorists is
infinitely diverting. The Judge is something of a Stareleigh.

The truth is that Boz, the engenderer of these facetiae, apart from his
literary gift, was one of the most brilliant, capable young fellows of
his generation. Whatever he did, he did in the best way, and in the
brightest way. But his power of observation and of seeing what might be
termed the humorous _quiddity_ of anything, was extraordinary.

To put absurdity in a proper view for satirical purposes, it has to be
generalised from a number of instances, fami