 other Pickwickians hereinafter named, for forming a
new branch of United Pickwickians, under the title of The Corresponding Society
of the Pickwick Club.
    That the said proposal has received the sanction and approval of this
Association.
    That the Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Club is therefore hereby
constituted; and that Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., Tracy Tupman, Esq.,
M.P.C., Augustus Snodgrass, Esq., M.P.C., and Nathaniel Winkle, Esq., M.P.C.,
are hereby nominated and appointed members of the same; and that they be
requested to forward, from time to time, authenticated accounts of their
journeys and investigations, of their observations of character and manners, and
of the whole of their adventures, together with all tales and papers to which
local scenery or associations may give rise, to the Pickwick Club, stationed in
London.
    That this Association cordially recognises the principle of every member of
the Corresponding Society defraying his own travelling expenses; and that it
sees no objection whatever to the members of the said society pursuing their
inquiries for any length of time they please, upon the same terms.
    That the members of the aforesaid Corresponding Society be, and are, hereby
informed, that their proposal to pay the postage of their letters, and the
carriage of their parcels, has been deliberated upon by this Association: that
this Association considers such proposal worthy of the great minds from which it
emanated, and that it hereby signifies its perfect acquiescence therein.«
    A casual observer, adds the secretary, to whose notes we are indebted for
the following account - a casual observer might possibly have remarked nothing
extraordinary in the bald head, and circular spectacles, which were intently
turned towards his (the secretary's) face, during the reading of the above
resolutions: to those who knew that the gigantic brain of Pickwick was working
beneath that forehead, and that the beaming eyes of Pickwick were twinkling
behind those glasses, the sight was indeed an interesting one. There sat the man
who had traced to their source the mighty ponds of Hampstead, and agitated the
scientific world with his Theory of Tittlebats, as calm and unmoved as the deep
waters of the one on a frosty day, or as a solitary specimen of the other in the
inmost recesses of an earthen jar. And how much more interesting did the
spectacle become, when, starting into full life and animation, as a simultaneous
call for Pickwick burst from his followers, that illustrious man slowly mounted
into the Windsor chair, on
