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CHRISTMAS CAROL
IN PROSE ,
BEING
A GHOST STORY OF CHRISTMAS.
BY
CHARLES DICKENS.
Price 60 PE.
LEIPZIG
BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ .
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BAYERISCHE
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13113 LIOTHEK
MUENCHEN
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CHRISTMAS CAROL IN PROSE

BY
CHARLES DICKENS .
TAUCHNITZ EDITION.
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CHRISTMAS CAROL
IN PROSE .
BEING
A GHOST STORY OF CHRISTMAS.
BY
CHARLES DICKENS.
COPYRIGHT EDITION .
LEIPZIG
BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ
1843 .
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PREFACE.
I ENDEAVOUR in this Ghostly little book , to raise

the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers
out of humour with themselves , with each other, with
the season , or with me. May it haunt their houses
pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it!
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CONTENTS.
STAVE I. Page
Marley's Ghost 9
STAVE II.
The First of the Three Spirits 33
STAVE III.
The Second of the Three Spirits 55
STAVE IV.
The Last of the Spirits 84
STAVE V.
The End of it . 104
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL.
STAVE 1 .
Marley's Ghost.
MARLEY was dead , to begin with.. There is no

doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial
was signed by the clergyman , the clerk , the under
taker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And
Scrooge's name was good upon Change,for anything
he chose to put his hand to.
Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Mind ! I don't mean to say that I know , of my own
knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a
door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to
regard a coffin -nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery
in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in
the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb
it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore per
mit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as
dead as a door -nail.
Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did.
How could it be otherwise ? Scrooge and he were
partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge
was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole
assign , his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and
sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dread
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fully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an ex
cellent man of business on the very day of the funeral,
and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain .
The mention of Marley's funeral brings me back
to the point I started from . There is no doubt that
Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood,
or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am
going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced
that Hamlet's Father died before the play began, there
would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a
stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own
ramparts, than there would be in any other middle
aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a
breezy spot - say Saint Paul's Church yard for instance
-literally to astonish his son's weak mind.
Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name.
There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse
door : Scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as
Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the
business called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley,
but he answered to both names . It was all the same
to him.
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind
stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping,
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scraping , clutching, covetous, old sinner ! Hard and

sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out
generous fire; secret, and self -contained , and solitary
as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old
features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek,
stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips
blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A
frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and
his wiry chin . He carried his own low temperature
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always about with him ; he iced his office in the dog

days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.
External heat and cold had little influence on
Scrooge. No warmth could warm , no wintry weather
chill him . No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no
falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no
pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't
know where to have him. The heaviest rain , and
snow , and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage
over him in only one respect. They often “ came
down ” handsomely, and Scrooge never did.
Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with
gladsome looks, "My dear Scrooge, how are you?
When will you come to see me? " No beggars im
plored him to bestow a trifle, no children asked him
what it was o'clock, no man or woman ever once in all
his life inquired the way to such and such a place, of
Scrooge. Even the blindmen's dogs appeared to know
him ; and when they saw him coming on , would tug
their owners into doorways and up courts; and then
would wag their tails as though they said , “ no eye at
all is better than an evil eye, dark master ! ”
But what did Scrooge care! It was the very thing
he liked . To edge his way along the crowded paths
of life, warning all human sympathy to keep its dis
tance, was what the knowing ones call “ nuts ” to
Scrooge.
Once upon a time — of all the good days in the
year, on Christmas Eve - old Scrooge sat busy in his
counting-house. It was cold , bleak, biting weather:
foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the
court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their
hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon
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the pavement stones to warm them . The city clocks

had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already
—it had not been light all day — and candles were
flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices, like
ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air. The fog
came pouring in at every chink and keyhole, and was
so dense without, that although the court was of the
narrowest, the houses opposite were mere phantoms.
To see the dingy cloud come drooping down, obscur
ing everything , one might have thought that Nature
lived hard by, and was brewing on a large scale.
The door of Scrooge's counting- house was open,
that he might keep his eye upon his clerk , who in a
dismal little cell beyond, a sort of tank , was copying
letters. Scrooge had a very small fire , but the clerk's
fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one
coal. But he couldn't replenish it , for Scrooge kept
the coal-box in his own room; and so surely as the
clerk came in with the shovel, the master predicted
that it would be necessary for them to part. Where
fore the clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to
warm himself at the candle; in which effort, not being
a man of strong imagination, he failed.
" A merry Christmas, uncle ! God save you !” cried
a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge's nephew,
who came upon him so quickly that this was the first
intimation he had of his approach.
“ Bah ! ” said Scrooge, “ Humbug ! ”
He had so heated himself with rapid walking in
the fog and frost, this nephew of Scrooge's, that he
was all in a glow; his face was ruddy and handsome;
his eyes sparkled, and his breath smoked again.
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" Christmas a humbug, uncle !” said Scrooge's

nephew . “ You don't mean that, I am sure ? "
“ I do,” said Scrooge. “ Merry Christmas! What
right have you to be merry ? What reason have you
to be merry ? You're poor enough.”
“Come, then ," returned the nephew gaily. “ What
right have you to be dismal? What reason have you
to be morose ? You're rich enough ."
Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur
of the moment, said , “ Bah !” again ; and followed it
up with " Humbug !"
“Don't be cross, uncle !” said the nephew .
“ What else can I be,” returned the uncle, “when I
live in such a world of fools as this ? Merry Christ
mas ! Out upon merry Christmas! What's Christmas
time to you but a time for paying bills without money ;
a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an
hour richer; a time for balancing your books and
having every item in 'em through a round dozen of
months presented dead against you ? If I could work
my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, " every idiot who
goes about with 'Merry Christmas,' on his lips, should
be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a
stake of holly through his heart. He should !”
“ Uncle !” pleaded the nephew .
“ Nephew !" returned the uncle, sternly , “ keep
Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in
mine. "
“ Keep it!" repeated Scrooge's nephew . “But you
don't keep it.”
“Let me leave it alone, then ,” said Scrooge. “Much
good may it do you ! Much good it has ever done
you ! "
“ There are many things from which I might have

derived good , by which I have not profited, I dare
say," returned the nephew, “ Christmas among the rest.
But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas
time, when it has come round — apart from the venera
tion due to its sacred name and origin , if anything
belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good
time ; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time ; the
only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year,
when men and women seem by one consent to open
their shut- up hearts freely, and to think of people
below them as if they really were fellow -passengers to
the grave, and not another race of creatures bound
on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it
has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket,
I believe that it has done me good , and will do me
good ; and I say, God bless it! "
The clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded.
Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he
poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark for
ever .
“Let me hear another sound from you," said
Scrooge , " and you'll keep your Christmas by losing
your situation ! You're quite a powerful speaker, sir ,"
he added, turning to his nephew . " I wonder you don't
go into Parliament."
“ Don't be angry, uncle. Come ! Dine with us to
morrow ."
Scrooge said that he would see him - yes, indeed
he did. He went the whole length of the expression,
and said that he would see him in that extremity first.
"But why ? ” cried Scrooge's nephew . " Why? "
“Why did you get married ? ” said Scrooge.
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“ Because I fell in love."

“ Because you fell in love!” growled Scrooge, as
if that were the only one thing in the world more
ridiculous than a merry Christmas. “ Good after
noon !”
“ Nay, uncle, but you never came to see me be
fore that happened. Why give it as a reason for not
coming now ? "
“ Good afternoon ,” said Scrooge.
" I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you ;
why cannot we be friends?”
" Good afternoon ,>" said Scrooge.
“ I am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so
We have never had any quarrel, to which I
resolute .
have been a party. But I have made the trial in
homage to Christmas, and I'll keep my Christmas
humour to the last. So A Merry Christmas, uncle !"
“ Good afternoon !” said Scrooge.
" And A Happy New Year!"
“Good afternoon !” said Scrooge.
His nephew left the room without an angry word,
notwithstanding. He stopped at the outer door to
bestow the greetings of the season on the clerk , who,
cold as he was, was warmer than Scrooge; for he re
turned them cordially.
“ There's another fellow , " muttered Scrooge; who
overheard him : "my clerk, with fifteen shillings a -week,
and a wife and family, talking about a merry Christ
mas . I'll retire to Bedlam . ”
This lunatic, in letting Scrooge's nephew out, had
let two other people in. They were portly gentlemen,
pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off,
in Scrooge's office. They had books and papers in

their hands, and bowed to him .
“Scrooge and Marley's, I believe," said one of the
gentlemen , referring to his list. "Have I the pleasure
of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley ?”
“Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years,"
Scrooge replied. "He died seven years ago, this very
night."
“ We have no doubt his liberality is well represented
by his surviving partner,” said the gentleman, present
ing his credentials.
It certainly was; for they had been two kindred
spirits. At the ominous word “ liberality ,” Scrooge
frowned, and shook his head, and handed the creden
tials back .
“ At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge,”
said the gentleman, taking up a pen, “ it is more than
usually desirable that we should make some slight pro
vision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly
at the present time. Many thousands are in want of
common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in
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want of common comforts, sir .”
" Are there no prisons? " asked Scrooge.
“ Plenty of prisons," said the gentleman, laying
down the pen again.
" And the Union workhouses ? " demanded Scrooge.
" Are they still in operation ? "
“ They are. Still,” returned the gentleman, “ I wish
I could say they were not. "
“ The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour
then ? ” said Scrooge.
“Both very busy, sir .”
" Oh ! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that
something had occurred to stop them in their useful

course,” said Scrooge. “ I am very glad to hear it.”
“ Under the impression that they scarcely furnish
Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude,"
returned the gentleman, " a few of us are endeavouring
to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink,
and means of warmth . We choose this time, because
it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt,
and Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down
for ? "
“ Nothing !" Scrooge replied.
“ You wish to be anonymous? "
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" I wish to be left alone, " said Scrooge. " Since
you ask me what I wish, gentlemen , that is my answer.
I don't make merry myself at Christmas, and I can't
afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the
establishments I have mentioned - they cost enough :
and those who are badly off must go there."
“ Many can't go there; and many would rather die."
" If they would rather die,” said Scrooge, “ they
had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
Besides -excuse me I don't know that.”
“But you might know it,” observed the gentleman .
“ It's not my business," Scrooge returned. “ It's
enough for a man to understand his own business,
and not to interfere with other people's. Mine occupies
me constantly. Good afternoon, Gentlemen !"
Seeing clearly that it would be useless to pursue
their point, the gentlemen withdrew . Scrooge resumed
his labours with an improved opinion of himself, and
in a more facetious temper than was usual with him.
Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so, that
people ran about with flaring links, proffering their
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services to go before horses in carriages, and conduct

them on their way. The ancient tower of a church,
whose gruff old bell was always peeping slily down at
Scrooge out of a gothic window in the wall, became
invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in the
clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards, as if its
teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there. The
cold became intense. In the main street, at the cor
ner of the court, some labourers were repairing the
gas-pipes, and had lighted a great fire in a brazier,
round which a party of ragged men and boys were
gathered: warming their hands and winking their eyes
before the blaze in rapture. The water -plug being left
in solitude, its overflowings suddenly congealed , and
turned to misanthropic ice. The brightness of the
shops where holly sprigs and berries crackled in the
lamp-heat of the windows, made pale faces ruddy as
they passed. Poulterers' and grocers' trades became a
splendid joke: a glorious pageant, with which it was
next to impossibleto believe that such dull principles
as bargain and sale had anything to do. The Lord
Mayor, in the stronghold of the mighty Mansion
House, gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to
keep Christmas as a Lord Mayor's household should;
and even the little tailor, whom he had fined five
shillings on the previous Monday for being drunk and
blood-thirsty in the streets, stirred up to -morrow's
pudding in his garret, while his lean wife and the baby
sallied out to buy the beef.
Foggier yet, and colder! Piercing, searching, biting
cold. If the good Saint Dunstan had but nipped the
Evil Spirit's nose with a touch of such weather as that,
instead of using his familiar weapons, then indeed he
would have roared to lusty purpose. The owner of

one scant young nose, gnawed and mumbled by the
hungry cold as bones are gnawed by dogs, stooped
down at Scrooge's key -hole to regale him with a
Christmas carol; but at the first sound of -
“ God bless you merry gentleman ,
May nothing you dismay ! "
Scrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action,

that the singer fled in terror, leaving the key -hole to
the fog and even more congenial frost.
At length the hour of shutting up the counting
house arrived . With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted
from his stool, and tacitly admitted the fact to the
expectant clerk in the Tank, who instantly snuffed his
candle out, and put on his hat.
“ You'll want all day to -morrow , I suppose ?” said
Scrooge.
"If quite convenient, Sir.”
“ It's not convenient, ” said Scrooge, "and it's not
fair. If I was to stop half- a -crown for it, you'd think
yourself ill-used , I'll be bound ? ”
The clerk smiled faintly.
" And yet, ” said Scrooge, " you don't think me ill "
used, when I pay a day's wages for no work .”
The clerk observed that it was only once a year.
“A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every
twenty -fifth of December!” said Scrooge, buttoning
his great coat to the chin . “But I suppose you must
have the whole day. Be here all the earlier next
morning."
The clerk promised that he would; and Scrooge
walked out with a growl. The office was closed in a
twinkling, and the clerk, with the long ends of his
white comforter dangling below his waist ( for he

boasted no great coat), went down a slide on Cornhill,
at the end of aa lane of boys, twenty times, in honour
of its being Christmas-eve, and then ran home to Cam
den Town as hard as he could pelt, to play at blind
man's buff.
Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual
melancholy tavern ; and having read all the news
papers, and beguiled the rest of the evening with his
banker's-book, went home to bed. He livedin cham
bers which had once belonged to his deceased partner.
They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile
of building up a yard, where it had so little business
to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must
have run there when it was a young house, playing at
hide-and -seek with other houses, and have forgotten
the way out again . It was old enough now, and dreary
enough ; for nobody lived in it butScrooge, the other
rooms being all let out as offices. The yard was so
dark that even Scrooge, who knew its every stone, was
fain to grope with his hands. The fog and frost so
hung about the black old gateway of the house, that
it seemed as if the Genius of the Weather sat in
mournful meditation on the threshold .
Now , it is a fact, that there was nothing at all par
ticular about the knocker on the door, except that it
was very large. It is also a fact, that Scrooge had seen
it, night and morning, during his whole residence in
that place; also that Scrooge had as little of what is
called fancy about him as any man in the City of
London , even including — which is a bold word — the
corporation, aldermen, and livery. Let it also be borne
in mind, that Scrooge had not bestowed one thought
on Marley since his last mention of his seven -years'

dead partner that afternoon. And then let any man
explain to me, ifhe can, how it happened that Scrooge,
having his key in the lock of the door, saw in the
knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate pro
cess of change - not a knocker, but Marley's face.
Marley's face. It was not in impenetrable shadow ,
as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal
light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It
was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as
Marley used to look : with ghostly spectacles turned
up on its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously
stirred , as if by breath or hot- air; and , though the
eyes were wide open , they were perfectly motionless.
That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its
horror seemed to be in spite of the face, and beyond
its control, rather than a part of its own expression.
As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it
was a knocker again.
To say that he was not startled , or that his blood
was not conscious of a terrible sensation to which it
had been a stranger from infancy, would be untrue.
But he put his hand upon the key he had relin
quished, turned it sturdily, walked in, and lighted his
candle.
He did pause, with a moment's irresolution, before
he shut the door; and he did look cautiously behind
it first, as if he half-expected to be terrified with the
sight of Marley's pigtail sticking out into the hall.
But there was nothing on the back of the door, except
the screws and nuts that held the knocker on, so he
said “Pooh, pooh ! ” and closed it with a bang.
The sound resounded through the house like
thunder. Every room above, and every cask in the

wine-merchant's cellars below , appeared to have a
separate peal of echoes of its own. Scrooge was not
a man to be frightened by echoes. He fastened the
door, and walked across the hall , and up the stairs;
slowly too : trimming his candle as he went.
You may talk vaguely about driving a coach -and
six up a good old flight of stairs , or through a bad
young Act of Parliament; but I mean to say you
might have got a hearse up that staircase, and taken
it broadwise, with the splinter-bar towards the wall
and the door towards the balustrades : and done it
easy. There was plenty of width for that, and room
to spare; which is perhaps the reason why Scrooge
thought he saw a locomotive hearse going on before
him in the gloom . Half a dozen gas-lamps out of
the street wouldn't have lighted the entry too well,
so you may suppose that it was pretty dark with
Scrooge's dip .
Up Scrooge went, not caring a button for that.
Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. But before
he shut his heavy door, he walked through his rooms
to see that all was right. He had just enough re
collection of the face to desire to do that.
Sitting -room , bed -room , lumber -room . All as they
should be. Nobody under the table, nobody under
the sofa; a small fire in the grate; spoon and basin
ready; and the little saucepan of gruel (Scrooge had
a cold in his head) upon the hob. Nobody under the
bed ; nobody in the closet; nobody in his dressing
gown , which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude
against the wall. Lumber -room as usual. Old fire
guard , old shoes, two fish -baskets, washing -stand on

three legs, and a poker.
Quite satisfied, he closed his door, and locked him
self in; double - locked himself in , which was not his
custom . Thus secured against surprise, he took off
his cravat; put on his dressing -gown and slippers, and
his nightcap; and sat down before the fire to take
his gruel.
It was a very low fire indeed; nothing on such a
bitter night. He was obliged to sit close to it , and
brood over it, before he could extract the least sensa
tion of warmth from such a handful of fuel. The fire
place was an old one , built by some Dutch merchant
long ago, and paved all round with quaint Dutch
tiles, designed to illustrate the Scriptures. There were
Cains and Abels, Pharaoh's daughters, Queens of
Sheba, Angelic messengers descending through the
air on clouds like feather -beds, Abrahams, Belshazzars,
Apostles putting off to sea in butter-boats, hundreds
of figures, to attract his thoughts; and yet that face
of Marley, seven years dead , came like the ancient
Prophet's rod , and swallowed up the whole. If each
smooth tile had been a blank at first, with power to
shape some picture on its surface from the disjointed
fragments of his thoughts, there would have been a
copy of old Marley's head on every one.
“ Humbug !” said Scrooge; and walked across the
room.
After several turns, he sat down again. As he
threw his head back in the chair, his glance happened
to rest upon a bell, a disused bell , that hung in the
room , and communicated for some purpose now for
gotten with a chamber in the highest story of the
building. It was with great astonishment, and with a

strange, inexplicable dread, that as he looked , he saw
this bell begin to swing. It swung .so softly in the
outset that it scarcely made a sound; but soon it rang
out loudly, and so did every bell in the house.
This might have lasted half a minute, or a minute,
but it seemed an hour. The bells ceased as they had
begun, together. They were succeeded by a clanking
noise, deep down below , as if some person were
dragging a heavy chain over the casks in the wine
merchant's cellar. Scrooge then remembered to have
heard that ghosts in haunted houses were described
as dragging chains.
The cellar-door flew open with a booming sound,
and then he heard the noise much louder, on the floors
below; then coming up the stairs; then coming straight
towards his door.
" It's humbug still ! ” said Scrooge. "I won't be
lieve it."
His colour changed though, when , without a pause,
it came on through the heavy door , and passed into
the room before his eyes. Upon its coming in, the
dying flame leaped up , as though it cried “ I know
him ! Marley's ghost !” and fell again .
Thesame face:the very same.Marley in his pig
tail, usual waistcoat, tights, and boots; the tassels on
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the latter bristling, like his pig -tail, and his coat
skirts, and the hair upon his head. The chain he
drew was clasped about his middle. It was long and
wound about him like a tail; and it was made ( for
Scrooge observed it closely) of cash -boxes, keys, pad
locks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in
steel. His body was transparent; so that Scrooge,
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observing him , and looking through his waistcoat,

could see the two buttons on his coat behind.
Scrooge had often heard it said that Marley had
no bowels, but he had never believed it until now.
No, nor did he believe it even now . Though he
looked the phantom through and through , and saw it
standing before him ; though he felt the chilling in
fluence of its death - cold eyes ; and marked the very
texture of the folded kerchief bound about its head
and chin , which wrapper he had not observed be
fore; he was still incredulous, and fought against his
senses.
“ How now !” said Scrooge, caustic and cold as

ever . “ What do you want with me? ”
“ Much !” — Marley's voice, no doubt about it.
“ Who are you ? "
“ Ask me who I was . »"
“Who were you then ? ” said Scrooge, raising his
voice. “ You're particular, for a shade.” He was
going to say "to a shade, " but substituted this, as
more appropriate. "
" In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley."
“ Can you - can you sit down ? " asked Scrooge,
looking doubtfully at him .
“ I can.”
" Do it, then .”
Scrooge asked the question, because he didn't know
whether a ghost so transparent might find himself in
a condition to take a chair; and felt that in the event
of its being impossible, it might involve the necessity
of an embarrassing explanation. But the ghost sat
down on the opposite side of the fireplace , as if he
were quite used to it.
“You don't believe in me," observed the Ghost.

"I don't, ” said Scrooge.
“ What evidence would you have of my reality
beyond that of your senses?”
" I don't know ,” said Scrooge.
"
“ Why do you doubt your senses ? "

" Because, " said Scrooge, “ a little thing affects
them . A slight disorder of the stomach makes them
cheats. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a
blot of mustard , a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an
underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of
grave about you, whatever you are !"
Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking
jokes, nor did he feel in his heart, by any means
waggish then. The truth is, that he tried to be smart,
as a means of distracting his own attention, and
keeping down his terror; for the spectre's voice dis
turbed the very marrow in his bones.
To sit, staring at those fixed glazed eyes, in silence
for a moment, would play, Scrooge felt, the very deuce
with him . There was something very awful, too, in
the spectre's being provided with an infernal at
mosphere of its own . Scrooge could not feel it him
self, but this was clearly the case ; for though the
Ghost sat perfectly motionless, its hair, and skirts,
and tassels, were still agitated as by the hot vapour
from an oven .
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“You see this toothpick ? ” said Scrooge, returning
quickly to the charge, for the reason just assigned ;
and wishing, though it were only for a second , to
divert the vision's stony gaze from himself.
2
" I do," replied the Ghost.
“ You are not looking at it,” said Scrooge.
9
" But I see it," said the Ghost, " notwithstanding."
“ Well ! ” returned Scrooge, “ I have but to swallow
this, and be for the rest of my days persecuted by a
legion of goblins, all of my own creation. Humbug,
I tell you ; humbug !"
At this the spirit raised a frightful cry , and shook
its chain with such a dismal and appalling noise , that
Scrooge held on tight to his chair, to save himself
from falling in a swoon . But how much greater was
his horror, when the phantom taking off the bandage
round his head, as if it were too warm to wear in
doors, its lower jaw dropped down upon its breast!
Scrooge fell upon his knees, and clasped his hands
before his face .
“ Mercy !" he said. “Dreadful apparition, why do
you trouble me ? "
" Man of the worldly mind !” replied the Ghost,
“ do you believe in me or not ? ”
1 “ I do ,” said Scrooge. “ I must. But why do spirits
walk the earth, and why do they come to me? "
"It is required of every man ," the Ghost returned,
“ that the spirit within him should walk abroad among
his fellow -men , and travel far and wide; and if that
spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so
after death . It is doomed to wander through the
world - oh, woe is me !-and witness what it cannot
share, but might have shared on earth, and turned to
happiness ! ”
Again the spectre raised a cry, and shook its chain
and wrung its shadowy hands.
“You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell
me why ?"
" I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the
Ghost. " I made it link by link , and yard by yard ; I

girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free
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will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you ?”

Scrooge trembled more and more.
“ Or would you know , " pursued the Ghost, “the
weight and length of the strong coil you bear yourself ?
It was full as heavy and as long as this, seven Christ
mas Eves ago. You have laboured on it since. It is
a ponderous chain !"
Scrooge glanced about him on the floor , in the
expectation of finding himself surrounded by some
fifty or sixty fathoms of iron cable; but he could see
nothing. "
"Jacob," he said, imploringly. “ Old Jacob Marley,
tell me more. Speak comfort to me , Jacob ! ”
" I have none to give ," the Ghost replied. “ It
comes from other regions, Ebenezer Scrooge, and is
conveyed by other ministers, to other kinds of men .
Nor can I tell you what I would. A very little more,
is all permitted to me. I cannot rest, I cannot stay,
I cannot linger anywhere. My spirit never walked
beyond our counting-house - mark me!-in life my
spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our
money-changing hole ; and weary journeys lie before
me!”
It was a habit with Scrooge, whenever he became
thoughtful, to put his hands in his breeches pockets.
Pondering on what the Ghost had said, he did so
now , but without lifting up his eyes, or getting off his
knees.
“ You must have been very slow about it, Jacob,”
Scrooge observed, in a business - like manner, though
with humility and deference.
" Slow !" the Ghost repeated.

" Seven years dead," mused Scrooge. "And travel
ling all the time? "
>
“ The whole time, " said the Ghost. “ No rest, no
peace. Incessant torture of remorse ! ”
“ You travel fast ? ” said Scrooge.
“ On the wings of the wind,” replied the Ghost.
“You might have got over a great quantity of
ground in seven years,” said Scrooge.
The Ghost, on hearing this, set up another cry, and
clanked its chain so hideously in the dead silence of
the night, that the Ward would have been justified in
indicting it for a nuisance.
“ Oh! captive, bound and double-ironed ,” cried the
phantom , “ not to know that ages of incessant labour,
by immortal creatures , for this earth must pass into
eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is
all developed. Notto know that any Christian spirit
working kindly in its little sphere, whatever it may be,
will find its mortal life too short for its vast means of
usefulness. Not to know that no space of regret can
make amends for one life's opportunities misused !
Yět such was I ! Oh ! such was I ! ”
" But you were always a good man of business,
Jacob,” faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this
to himself.
“ Business ! ” cried the Ghost, wringing its hands
again. “ Mankind was my business. The common
welfare was my business ; charity, mercy, forbearance,
and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings
of my trade were but a drop of water in the compre
hensive ocean of my business !"
It held up its chain at arm's length , as if that were
the cause of all its unavailing grief, and flung it heavily

upon the ground again.
"At this time of the rolling year," the spectre said ,
“ I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of
fellow -beings with my eyes turned down, and never !
raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise
Men to a poor abode! Were there no poor homes to
which its light would have conducted me ! ” i
Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the
spectre going on at this rate, and began to quake ex
ceedingly.
“ Hear me ! ” cried the Ghost. “My time is nearly
gone."
"I will,” said Scrooge. “ But don't be hard upon
me ! Don't be flowery, Jacob! Pray !”
“ How it is that I appear before you in a shape
that you can see, I may not tell. I have sat invisible
beside you many and many a day.”
It was not an agreeable idea. Scrooge shivered, and
wiped the perspiration from his brow .
“ That is no light part of my penance ," pursued
the Ghost. “ I am here to -night to warn you, that you
have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A "
chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer.”
“ You were always a good friend to me ," said
Scrooge. " Thank'ee !”
“ You will be haunted ,” resumed the Ghost, “ by
Three Spirits.”
Scrooge's countenance fell almost as low as the
Ghost's had done.
“ Is that the chance and hope you mentioned
Jacob ? ” he demanded, in a faltering voice.
“ It is. ”
" I - I think I'd rather not," said Scrooge.

“ Without their visits," said the Ghost, " you cannot
hope to shun the path I tread. Expect the first to
morrow , when the bell tolls One."
“ Couldn't I take 'em all at once, and have it over,
Jacob ? ” hinted Scrooge.
“ Expect the second on the next night at the same
hour. The third , upon the next night when the last
stroke of Twelve has ceased to vibrate. Look to see
me no more; and look that, for your own sake, you
remember what has passed between us!”
When it had said these words, the spectre took its
wrapper from the table, and bound it round its head,
as before. Scrooge knew this by the smart sound its
teeth made, when the jaws were brought together by
the bandage. He ventured to raise his eyes again, and
found his supernatural visitor confronting him in an
erect attitude, with its chain wound over and about
its arm .
The apparition walked backward from him ; and at
every step it took, the window raised itself a little, so
that when the spectre reached it, it was wide open. It
beckoned Scrooge to approach, which he did. When
they were within two paces of each other , Marley's
Ghost held up its hand , warning him to come no
nearer. Scrooge stopped .
Not so much in obedience, as in surprise and fear ;
for on the raising of the hand , he became sensible of
confused noises in the air; incoherent sounds of lamen
tation and regret; wailings inexpressibly sorrowful and
self-accusatory. The spectre, after listening for a mo
ment, joined in the mournful dirge; and floated out
upon the bleak, dark night.
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Scrooge followed to the window : desperate in his

curiosity. He looked out.
The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither
and thither in restless haste , and moaning as they
went. Every one of them wore chains like Marley's
Ghost; some few (they might be guilty governments)
were linked together; none were free. Many had been
personally known to Scrooge in their lives. He had
been quite familiar with one old ghost, in a white
waistcoat, with a monstrous iron safe attached to its
ancle, who cried piteously at being unable to assist a
wretched woman with an infant, whom it saw below,
upon a door-step. The misery with them all was,
clearly , that they sought to interfere, for good , in
human matters and had lost the power for ever.
Whether these creatures faded into mist , or mist
enshrouded them , he could not tell. But they and
their spirit voices faded together; and the night be
came as it had been when he walked home.
Scrooge closed the window , and examined the door
by which the Ghost had entered. It was double
locked , as he had locked it with his own hands, and
the bolts were undisturbed. He tried to say “Hum
bug ! " but stopped at the first syllable. And being,
from the emotion he had undergone, or the fatigues
of the day , or his glimpse of the Invisible World , or
the dull conversation of the Ghost, or the lateness
of the hour, much in need of repose, went straight
to bed , without undressing, and fell asleep upon the
instant.
STAVE II.
The First of the Three. Spirits.
WHEN Scrooge awoke , it was so dark , that, look

ing out of bed , he could scarcely distinguish the
transparent window from the opaque walls of his
chamber. He was endeavouring to pierce the dark
ness with his ferret eyes, when the chimes of a neigh
bouring church struck the four quarters. So he listened
for the hour.
To his great astonishment, the heavy bell went on
from six toseven, and from seven to eight, and regu
larly up to twelve; then stopped. Twelve ! It was
past two when he went to bed. The clock was wrong.
An icicle must have got into the works. Twelve!
He touched the spring of his repeater , to correct
this most preposterous clock.. Its rapid little pulse
beat twelve, and stopped.
“ Why, it isn't possible ,” said Scrooge, “ that I can
have slept through a whole day and far into another
night. It isn't possible that anything has happened to
the sun, and this is twelve at noon ! "
The idea being an alarming one, he scrambled out
of bed, and groped his way to the window . He was
obliged to rub the frost off with the sleeve of his
dressing -gown before he could see anything; and could
see very little then. All he could make out was, that
it was still very foggy and extremely cold , and that
there was no noise of people running to and fro, and
making a great stir, as there unquestionably would
have been if night had beaten off bright day, and
taken possession of the world . This was a great relief,
A Christmas Carol. 3
because “ Three days after sight of this First of Ex

change pay to Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge or his order,"
and so forth , would have become a mere United States'
security if there were no days to count by.
Scrooge went to bed again , and thought, and
thought, and thought it over and over, and could
make nothing of it. The more he thought, the more
perplexed he was; and the more he endeavoured not
to think, the more he thought.
Marley's Ghost bothered him exceedingly. Every
time he resolved within himself, after mature inquiry,
that it was all a dream , his mind flew back again, like
a strong spring released , to its first position , and pre
sented the same problem to be worked all through,
“Was it a dream or not ? ”
Scrooge lay in this state until the chime had gone
three quarters more, when he remembered, on a sudden,
that the Ghost had warned him of a visitation when
the bell tolled one. He resolved to lie awake until the
hour was passed; and , considering that he could no
more go to sleep than go to Heaven, this was perhaps
the wisest resolution in his power.
The quarter was so long, that he was more than once
convinced he must have sunk into аa. doze unconsciously,
and missed the clock . At length it broke upon his
listening ear.
"Ding, dong !”
“ A quarter past,” said Scrooge, counting.
“Ding, dong!”
“ Half-past!” said Scrooge.
"
"Ding, dong !”
“ A quarter to it,” said Scrooge.
" Ding, dong!”
A ' CHRISTMAS CAROL . 35
“ The hour itself,” said Scrooge, triumphantly, "and

nothing else ! ”
He spoke before the hour bell sounded , which it
now did with a deep , dull, hollow , melancholy ONE.
Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the
curtains of his bed were drawn .
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside , I tell
you , by a hand . Not the curtains at his feet, nor
the curtains at his back , but those to which his face
was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn
aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent
attitude, found himself face to face with the un
earthly visitor who drew them : as close to it as I
am now to you , and I am standing in the spirit at
your elbow .
It was a strange figure - like a child : yet not so
like a child as like an old man , viewed through some
supernatural medium , which gave him the appearance
of having receded from the view, and being diminished
to a child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about
its neck and down its back , was white as if with age;
and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it, and the
tenderest bloom was on the skin . The arms were very
long and muscular; the hands the same, as if its hold
were of uncommon strength. Its legs and feet, most
delicately formed , were , like those upper members,
bare. It wore a tunic of the purest white; and round
its waist was bound a lustrous belt, the sheen of which
was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly
in its hand ; and , in singular contradiction of that
wintry emblem , had its dress trimmed with summer
flowers. But the strangest thing about it was, that
from the crown of its head theresprung a bright clear
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jet of light, by which all this was visible; and which

was doubtless the occasion of its using, in its duller
moments, a great extinguisher for a cap, which it now
held under its arm .
Even this, though , when Scrooge looked at it with
increasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. For
as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and
now in another, and what was light one instant, at an
other time was dark , so the figure itself fluctuated in
its distinctness: being now a thing with one arm , now
with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs
without a head, now a head without a body : of which
dissolving parts, no outline would be visible in the
dense gloom wherein they melted away. And in the
very wonder of this, it would be itself again ; distinct
and clear as ever .
" Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold
to me?" asked Scrooge.
“ I am !”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low , as
if instead of being so close beside him , it were at a
distance .
“ Who, and what are you ? ” Scrooge demanded.
“ I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
“ Long Past? ” inquired Scrooge; observant of its
dwarfish stature .
“ No. Your past .”
Perhaps, Scrooge could not have told anybody why,
if anybody could have asked him; but he had a special
desire to see the Spirit in his cap ; and begged him to
be covered.
“ What!” exclaimed the Ghost, “ would you so soon
put out , with worldly hands , the light I give ? Is it
not enough that you are one of those whose passions

made this cap, and force me through whole trains of
years to wear it low upon my brow !"
Scrooge reverently disclaimed all intention to of
fend or any knowledge of having wilfully “ bonneted ”
the Spirit at any period of his life. He then made
bold to inquire what business brought him there.
“ Your welfare !” said the Ghost.
Scrooge expressed himself much obliged , but
could nothelp thinking that a night of unbroken rest
would have been more conducive to that end. The
Spirit must have heard him thinking, for it said im
mediately:
“Your reclamation, then . Take heed !”
It put out its strong hand as it spoke, and clasped
him gently by the arm .
“Rise ! and walk with me!”
It would have been in vain for Scrooge to plead
that the weather and the hour were not adapted to
pedestrian purposes; that bed was warm , and the
thermometer a long way below freezing; that he was
clad but lightly in his slippers, dressing - gown, and
nightcap; and that he had a cold upon him at that
time. The grasp , though gentle as a woman's hand,
was not to be resisted. He rose : but finding that the
Spirit made towards the window, clasped its robe in
supplication
"
“ I am a mortal,” Scrooge remonstrated, “and liable
to fall."
“Bear but a touch of my hand there," said the
Spirit, laying it upon his heart, " and you shall be up
held in more than this !”
As the words were spoken, they passed through the
wall, and stood upon an open country road, with fields

on either hand. The city had entirely vanished. Not
a vestige of it was to be seen. The darkness and the
mist had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold,
winter day, with snow upon the ground.
“ Good Heaven !” said Scrooge, clasping his hands
together, as he looked about him . “ I was bred in this
place. I was a boy here!"
The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle
touch , though it had been light and instantaneous, ap
peared still present to the old man's sense of feeling.
He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the
air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and
hopes, and joys, and cares long, long forgotten !
“Your lip is trembling ," said the Ghost. “ And
what is that upon your cheek ? ”
Scrooge muttered, with an unusual catching in his
voice, that it was a pimple; and begged the Ghost to
lead him where he would.
" You recollect the way ? " inquired the Spirit.
“ Remember it!” cried Scrooge with fervour; “ I
could walk it blindfold .”
“ Strange to have forgotten it for so many years ! ”
observed the Ghost. “ Let us go on . ”
They walked along the road. Scrooge recognising
every gate, and post , and tree; until a little market
town appeared in the distance, with is bridge , its
church , and winding river. Some shaggy ponies now
were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their
backs, who called to other boys in country gigs and
carts, driven by farmers. All these boys were in great
spirits, and shouted to each other, until the broad
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL .
fields were so full of merry music, that the crisp air

laughed to hear it.
“ These are but shadows of the things that have
been ,” said the Ghost. “ They have no consciousness
of us.”
The jocund travellers came on; and as they came,
Scrooge knew and named them every one. Why was
he rejoiced beyond all bounds to see them ! Why did
his cold eye glisten, and his heart leap up as they
went past! Why was he filled with gladness when
he heard them give each other Merry Christmas, as
they parted at cross - roads and bye - ways, for their
several homes ! What was merry Christmas to
Scrooge ? Out upon merry Christmas! What good
had it ever done to him ?
“ The school is not quite deserted,” said the Ghost.
"A solitary child , neglected by his friends, is left there
still.”
Scrooge said he knew it. And he sobbed.
They left the high -road, by a well- remembered
lane, and soon approached a mansion of dull red
brick, with a little weathercock -surmounted cupola, on
the roof, and a bell hanging in it. It was a large
house , but one of broken fortunes; for the spacious
offices were little used , their walls were damp and
mossy, their windows broken, and their gates de
cayed. Fowls clucked and strutted in the stables;
and the coach -houses and sheds were over -run with
grass . Nor was it more retentive of its ancient
state, within ; for entering the dreary hall , and glanc
ing through the open doors of many rooms, they
found them poorly furnished , cold, and vast. There
was an earthy savour in the air, a chilly bareness
in the place , which associated itself somehow with

too much getting up by candle-light, and not too much
to eat.
They went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall,
to a door at the back of the house. It opened before
them , and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room ,
made barer still by lines of plain deal forms and
desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near
a feeble fire ; and Scrooge sat down upon a form , and
wept to see his poor forgotten self as he had used
to be.
Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and
scuffle from the mice behind the panneling, not a drip
from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard be
hind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one
despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty
storehouse -door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell
upon the heart of Scrooge with softening influence,
and gave a freer passage to his tears.
The spirit touched him on the arm , and pointed
to his younger self, intent upon his reading. Sud
denly a man, in foreign garments: wonderfully real
and distinct to look at: stood outside the window ,
with an axe stuck in his belt, and leading by the bridle
an ass laden with wood.
“Why , it's Ali Baba !” Scrooge exclaimed in ec
stacy. “It's dear old honest Ali Baba! Yes, yes , I
know . One Christmas time, when yonder solitary child
was left here all alone, he did come, for the first time,
just like that. Poor boy ! And Valentine ," said
Scrooge, “and his wild brother, Orson ; there they go !
And what's his name, who was put down in his drawers,
asleep , at the gate of Damascus; don't you see him !
And the Sultan's Groom turned upside down by the

Genii: there he is upon his head ! Serve him right.
I'm glad of it. What business had he to be married
to the Princess !”
To hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of
his nature on such subjects, in a most extraordinary
voice between laughing and crying; and to see his
heightened and excited face; would have been a sur
prise to his business friends in the city, indeed.
“ There's the Parrot !” cried Scrooge. " Green body
and yellow tail, with a thing like a lettuce growing out
of the top of his head; there he is ! Poor Robin
Crusoe, he called him, when he came home again after
sailing round the island. "Poor Robin Crusoe, where
have you been, Robin Crusoe ? ' The man thought he
was dreaming , but he wasn't. It was the Parrot, you
know . There goes Friday, running for his life to the
little creek ! Halloa! Hoop ! Halloo !”
Then , with a rapidity of transition very foreign to
his usual character, he said, in pity for his former self,
“Poor boy ! ” and cried again .
“ I wish ," Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his
pocket, and looking about him , after drying his eyes
with his cuff: “ but it's too late now."
“ Whatis the matter ? ” asked the Spirit.
"Nothing,” saidScrooge. “ Nothing. There was
a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last
night. I should like to have given him something:
that's all.”
The Ghost smiled thoughtfully , and waved its
hand : saying as it did so , “ Let us see another Christ
mas ! ”
Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words,
and the room became a little darker and more dirty.

The pannels shrunk , the windows cracked ; fragments
of plaster fell out of the ceiling, and the naked laths
were shown instead; but how all this was brought
about, Scrooge knew no more than you do. He only
knew that it was quite correct; that everything had
happened so; that there he was, alone again , when all
the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays.
He was not reading now , but walking up and
down despairingly. Scrooge looked at the Ghost, and
with a mournful shaking of his head, glanced anxiously
towards the door.
It opened; and a little girl, much younger than the
boy, came darting in , and putting her arms about his
neck , and often kissing him , addressed him as her
“ Dear, dear brother.”
“ I have come to bring you home, dear brother ! ”
said the child , clapping her tiny hands, and bending
down to laugh. “To bring you home,, home, home ! ”"
“ Home, little Fan ? ” returned the boy.
“ Yes !" said the child , brimful of glee. " Home,
for good and all. Home , for ever and ever. Father
is so much kinder than he used to be , that home's
like Heaven ! He spoke so gently to me one dear night
when I was going to bed, that I was not afraid to ask
him once more if you might come home; and he said
Yes , you should; and sent me in a coach to bring
you. And you're to be a man !” said the child , open
ing her eyes; "and are never to come back here; but
first, we're to be together all the Christmas long , and
have the merriest time in all the world .”
“You are quite a woman , little Fan !” exclaimed
the boy.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL , 43
She clapped her hands and laughed , and tried to

touch his head ; but being too little, laughed again,
and stood on tiptoe to embrace him. Then she began
to drag him , in her childish eagerness towards the
door; and he, nothing loth to go, accompanied her.
A terrible voice in the hall cried , “ Bring down
Master Scrooge's box , there ! ” and in the hall appeared
the schoolmaster himself, who glared on Master Scrooge
with a ferocious condescension , and threw him into a
dreadful state of mind by shaking hands with him.
He then conveyed him and his sister into the veriest
old well of a shivering best- parlour that ever was seen,
where the maps upon the wall , and the celestial and
terrestrial globes in the windows, were waxy with cold.
Here he produceda decanter of curiously light wine,
and a block of curiously heavy cake, and administered
instalments of those dainties to the young people : at
the same time, sending out a meagre servant to offer
a glass of " something ” to the postboy, who answered
that he thanked the gentleman, but if it was the same
tap as he had tasted before, he had rather not. Master
Scrooge's trunk being by this time tied on to the top
of the chaise, the children bade the schoolmaster good
bye right willingly; and getting into it, drove gaily
down the garden -sweep : the quick wheels dashing the
hoar - frost and snow from off the dark leaves of the
evergreens like spray.
“ Always a delicate creature , whom a breath might
have withered," said the Ghost. “ But she had a large
heart !”
“ So she had,” cried Scrooge. “ You're right. I will
not gainsay it, Spirit. God forbid !”
" She died a woman," said the Ghost, “and had, as

I think, children .”
“ One child ,” Scrooge returned.
“ True," said the Ghost. “ Your nephew !"
Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind; and answered
briefly, " Yes."
Although they had but that moment left the school
behind them , they were now in the busy thoroughfares
of a city, where shadowy passengers passed and re
passed ; where shadowy carts and coaches battled for
the way, and all the strife and tumult of a real city
were. It was made plain enough , by the dressing of
the shops, that here too it was Christmas time again ;
but it was evening, and the streets were lighted up.
The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door,
and asked Scrooge if he knew it.
Know it !” said Scrooge. “Was I apprenticed
here ? ”
They went in. At sight of an old gentleman in a
Welsh wig, sitting behind such a high desk , that if
he had been two inches taller he must have knocked
his head against the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great
excitement:
“ Why, it's old Fezziwig ! Bless his heart; it's Fez
ziwig alive again !"
Old Fezziwig laid down his pen, and looked up at
the clock , which pointed to the hour of seven . He
rubbed his hands; adjusted his capacious waistcoat;
laughed all over himself, from his shoes to his organ
of benevolence; and called out in a comfortable, oily,
rich, fat, jovial voice :
“Yo ho, there ! Ebenezer ! Dick !"
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Scrooge's former self, now grown a young man,

came briskly in, accompanied byhis fellow -'prentice.
"Dick Wilkins, to be sure !” said Scrooge to the
Ghost. “ Bless me, yes. There he is. He was very
much attached to me, was Dick. Poor Dick ! Dear,
dear !”
“Yo ho, my boys !" said Fezziwig. " No more work
to -night. Christmas Eve, Dick . Christmas, Ebenezer !
Let's have the shutters up ,” cried old Fezziwig, with
a sharp clap of his hands, “before a man can say Jack
Robinson ! ”
You wouldn't believe how those two fellows went
at it ! They charged into the street with the shutters
-one , two, three — had 'em up in their places — four,
five, six - barred ' em and pinned 'em - seven , eight,
nine — and came back before you could have got to
twelve, panting like race-horses.
" Hilli -ho ! ” cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from
the high desk, with wonderful agility. “Clear away,
my lads , and let's have lots of room here ! Hilli -ho,
Dick ! Chirrup, Ebenezer ! ”
Clear away ! There was nothing they wouldn't have
cleared away, or couldn't have cleared away, with old
Fezziwig looking on. It was done in a minute. Every
movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from
public life for evermore; the floor was swept and
watered, the lamps were trimmed , fuel was heaped
upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug , and
warm , and dry, and bright a ball -room , as you would
desire to see upon a winter's night.
In came a fiddler with a music-book, and went up
to the lofty desk, and made an orchestra of it, and
tuned like fifty stomach - aches. In came Mrs. Fezziwig,
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one vast substantial smile. In came the three Miss

Fezziwigs, beaming and loveable. In came the six
young followers whose hearts they broke. In came all
the young men and women employed in the business.
In came the housemaid , with her cousin the baker.
In came the cook, with her brother's particular friend,
the milkman . In came the boy from over the way,
who was suspected of not having board enough from
his master ; trying to hide himself behind the girl from
next door but one , who was proved to have had her
ears pulled by her mistress. In they all came, one
after another; some shyly, some boldly, some grace
fully, some awkwardly, some pushing, some pulling;
in they all came, anyhow and everyhow . Away they
all went, twenty couple at once; hands half round and
back again the other way; down the middle and up
again ; round and round in various stages of affec
tionate grouping; old top couple always turning up in
the wrong place ; new top couple starting off again, as
soon as they got there; all top couples at last, and
not a bottom one to help them ! When this result
was brought about, old Fezziwig, clapping his hands
to stop the dance , cried out , “ Well done ! " and the
fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter,
especially provided for that purpose. But scorning
rest upon his reappearance, he instantly began again,
though there were no dancers yet, as if the other
fiddler had been carried home, exhausted, on a shutter,
and he were a bran -new man resolved to beat him
out of sight, or perish.
There were more dances , and there were forfeits,
and more dances , and there was cake , and there was
negus, and there was a great piece of Cold Roast, and
there was a great piece of Cold Boiled, and there were

mince -pies, and plenty of beer. But the great effect of
the evening came after the Roast and Boiled , when
the fiddler ( an artful dog , mind! The sort of man
who knew his business better than you or I could have
told it him !) struck up " Sir Roger de Coverley."
Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fez
ziwig. Top couple, too ; with a good stiff piece of
work cut out for them ; three or four and twenty
pair of partners ; people who were not to be trifled
with ; people who would dance, and had no notion of
walking.
But if they had been twice as many - ah, four times
-old Fezziwig would have been aa match for them , and
so would Mrs. Fezziwig. As to her, she was worthy to
be his partner in every sense of the term. If that's
not high praise, tell me higher , and I'll use it. A
positive light appeared to issue from Fezziwig's calves.
They shone in every part of the dance like moons.
You couldn't have predicted, at any given time, what
would become of them next. And when old Fezziwig
and Mrs. Fezziwig had gone all through the dance;
advance and retire, both hands to your partner , bow
and curtsey, corkscrew, thread -the-needle, and back
again to your place; Fezziwig " cut” -cut so deftly,
that he appeared to wink with his legs, and came upon
his feet again without a stagger.
When the clock struck eleven , this domestic ball
broke up. Mr. and Mrs. Fezziwig took their stations,
one on either side the door, and shaking hands with
every person individually as he or she went out, wished
him or her a Merry Christmas. When everbody had
retired but the two 'prentices, they did the same to
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48 A CHRISTM CAROL .
them ; and thus the cheerful voices died away, and the
lads were left to their beds; which were under a counter
in the back -shop.
During the whole of this time, Scrooge had acted
like a man out of his wits. His heart and soul were
in the scene, and with his former self. He corro
borated everything , remembered everything, enjoyed
everything and underwent the strangest agitation. It
was not until now , when the bright faces of his former
self and Dick were turned from them , that he remem
bered the Ghost, and became conscious that it was
looking full upon him , while the light upon its head
burnt very clear.
“ A small matter, " said the Ghost , “to make these
silly folks so full of gratitude.”
" Small! " echoed Scrooge.
The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two ap
prentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise
of Fezziwig : and when he had done so said,
“ Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds
of your mortal money : three or four, perhaps. Is
that so much that he deserves this praise ? ”
“It isn't that,” said Scrooge, heated by the remark,
and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his
latter self. “ It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power
to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service
light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that
his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight
and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count
'em up : what then ? The happiness he gives, is quite
as great as if it cost a fortune.”
He felt the Spirit's glance, and stopped.
“ What is the matter ? " asked the Ghost,
"Nothing particular," said Scrooge.

“ Something, I think ? " the Ghost insisted.
“ No, " said Scrooge, “ No. I should like to be
able to say a word or two to my clerk just now. That's
all.>”
His former self turned down the lamps as he gave
utterance to the wish; and Scrooge and the Ghost again
stood side by side in the open air.
“ My time grows short, ” observed the Spirit.
"66 Quick !"
This was not addressed to Scrooge, or to any one
whom he could see , but it produced an immediate
effect. For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older
now; a man in the prime of life. His face had not
the harsh and rigid lines of later years ; but it had
begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There
was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which
showed the passion that had taken root, and where the
shadow of the growing tree would fall.
He was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair
young girl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there
were tears, which sparkled in the light that shone out
of the Ghost of Christmas Past.
" It matters little," she said softly. " To you , very
little. Another idol has displaced me; and if it can
cheer and comfort you in time to come , as I would
have tried to do, I have no just cause to grieve.”
“ What Idol has displaced you ? " he rejoined.
" A golden one. "
" This is the even - handed dealing of the world ! "
he said. “ There is nothing on which it is so hard as
poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn
with such severity as the pursuit of wealth !”
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“You fear the world too much , " she answered,
gently. “ All your other hopes have merged into the
hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach.
I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one,
until the master -passion, Gain , engrosses you. Have
I not? "
“ What then ?” he retorted. “Even if I have grown
so much wiser, what then ? I am not changed towards
you."
She shook her head.
“Am I ? "
“ Our contract is an old one. It was made when
we were both poor and content to be so , until , in
good season, we could improve our worldly fortune
by our patient industry. You are changed . When it
was made, you were another man.”
“ I was a boy," he said impatiently.
“ Your own feeling tells you that you were not
what you are," she returned . “ I am . That which
promised happiness when we were one in heart, is
fraught with misery now that we are two. How often
and how keenly I have thought of this, I will not say.
It is enough that I have thought of it, and can release
you .”
"Have I ever sought release? "
“ In words. No. Never.”
“ In what, then ?”
“ In a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in
another atmosphere of life ; another Hope as its great
end. In everything that made my love of any worth
or value in your sight. If this had never been between
us,” said the girl, looking mildly, but with steadiness,
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upon him ; "tell me, would you seek me out and try
to win me now ? Ah, no ! "
He seemed to yield to the justice of this supposi
tion, in spite of himself. But he said, with a struggle,
“You think not. "
>
"I would gladly think otherwise if I could ," she
answered , “ Heaven knows! When I have learned a
Truth like this, I know how strong and irresistible it
must be. But if you were free to -day, to -morrow ,
yesterday, can even I believe that you would choose a
dowerless girl - you who, in your very confidence with
her, weigh everything by Gain : or, choosing her, if for
a moment you were false enough to your one guiding
principle to do so, do I not know that your repentance
and regret would surely follow ? I do; and I re
lease you. With a full heart, for the love of him you
once were.”
He was about to speak ; but with her head turned
from him , she resumed.
"You may — the memory of what is past half makes
me hope you will — have pain in this. A very, very
brief time, and you will dismiss the recollection of it,
gladly, as an unprofitable dream , from which it hap
pened well that you awoke. May you be happy in the
life you have chosen !”
She left him , and they parted.
“ Spirit!” said Scrooge, “ show me no more! Con
duct me home. Why do you delight to torture me? "
“ One shadow more !” exclaimed the Ghost.
“ No more!” cried Scrooge. “ No more. I don't
wish to see it. Show me no more ! ”
But the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his
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arms, and forced him to observe what happened

next.
They were in another scene and place; a room, not
very large or handsome, but full of comfort. Near to
the winter fire sat a beautiful young girl , so like that
last that Scrooge believed it was the same, until he
saw her , now a comely matron , sitting opposite her
daughter. The noise in this room was perfectly tumul
tuous, for there were more children there, than Scrooge
in his agitated state of mind could count; and, unlike
the celebrated herd in the poem , they were not forty
children conducting themselves like one , but every
child was conducting itself like forty. The conse
quences were uproarious beyond belief; but no one
seemed to care; on the contrary , the mother and
daughter laughed heartily, and enjoyed it very much;
and the latter, soon beginning to mingle in the sports,
got pillaged by the young brigandsmost ruthlessly.
What would I not have given to be one of them !
Though I never could have been so rude , no , no ! I
wouldn't for the wealth of all the world have crushed
that braided hair , and torn it down; and for the pre
cious little shoe , I wouldn't have plucked it off, God
bless my soul ! to save my life. As to measuring her
waist in sport as they did , bold young brood, I couldn't
have done it; I should have expected my arm to have
grown round it for a punishment, and never come
straight again. And yet I should have dearly liked, I
own, to have touched her lips; to have questioned her,
that she might have opened them ; to have looked
upon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised
a blush ; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of
which would be a keepsake beyond price: in short, I
should have liked , I do confess, to have had the

lightest licence of a child , and yet to have been man
enough to know its value.
But now a knocking at the door was heard, and
such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing
face and plundered dress was born towards it in the
centre of a flushed and boisterous group , just in time
to greet the father, who came home attended by a man
laden with Christmas toys and presents. Then the
shouting and the struggling, and the onslaught that
was made on the defenceless porter! The scaling him,
with chairs for ladders, to dive into his pockets, despoil
him of brown -paper parcels, hold on tight by his cravat,
hug him round the neck , pommel his back , and kick
his legs in irrepressible affection ! The shouts of won
der and delight with which the development of every
package was received ! The terrible announcement
that the baby had been taken in the act of putting a
doll's frying-pan into his mouth , and was more than
suspected of having swallowed aa fictitious turkey, glued
on a wooden platter! The immense relief of finding
this a false alarm ! The joy, and gratitude, and
ecstasy! They are all indescribable alike. It is enough
that, by degrees, the children and their emotions got
out of the parlour, and, by one stair at a time , up to
the top of the house, where they went to bed , and so
>
subsided.
And now Scrooge looked on more attentively than
ever, when the master of the house , having his
daughter leaning fondly on him , sat down with her
and her mother at his own fireside; and when he
thought that such another creature, quite as graceful
and as full of promise , might have called him father,
and been a spring-time in the haggard winter of his

life, his sight grew very dim indeed .
“ Belle,” said the husband, turning to his wife with
a smile, " I saw an old friend of yours this after
noon .”
“ Who was it ? "
" Guess !"
“ How can I ? Tut, don't I know ," she added,
in the same breath , laughing as he laughed. “ Mr.
Scrooge.”
“ Mr. Scrooge it was. I passed his office window;
and as it was not shut up , and he had a candle inside,
I could scarcely help seeing him . His partner lies
upon the point of death , I hear; and there he sat
alone. Quite alone in the world, I do believe."
“Spirit!" said Scrooge, in a broken voice, " remove
me from this place.”
“ I told you these were shadows of the things that
have been,” said the Ghost. “ That they are what
they are, do not blame me! ”
“Remove me !" Scrooge exclaimed. “ I cannot
bear it !”
He turned upon the Ghost, and seeing that it looked
upon him with a face , in which in some strange way
there were fragments of all the faces it had shown
him , wrestled with it.
“Leave me ! Take me back . Haunt me no longer !”
In the struggle — if that can be called a struggle in
which the Ghost, with no visible resistance on its own
part, was undisturbed by any effort of its adversary
Scrooge observed that its light was burning high and
bright; and dimly connecting that with its influence
over him , he seized the extinguisher- cap , and by a

sudden action pressed it down upon its head.
The Spirit dropped beneath it , so that the extin
guisher covered its whole form ; but though Scrooge
pressed it down with all his force , he could not hide
the light, which streamed from under it, in an un
broken flood upon the ground.
He was conscious of being exhausted , and over
come by an irresistible drowsiness ; and , further, of
being in his own bed-room. He gave the cap a part
ing squeeze , in which his hand relaxed ; and had
barelytime to reel to bed, before he sank into a heavy
sleep.
STAVE III.
The Second of thc Three Spirits.
AWAKING in the middle of a prodigiously tough
snore , and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts to
gether, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the
bell was again upon the stroke of One. He felt that
he was restored to consciousness in the right nick of
time, for the especial purpose of holding a conference
with the second messenger despatched to him through
Jacob Marley's intervention. But, finding that he
turned uncomfortably cold when he began to wonder
which of his curtains this new spectre would draw
back , he put them every one aside with his own
hands, and lying down again, established a sharp look
out all round the bed. For he wished to challenge the
Spirit on the moment of its appearance , and did not
wish to be taken by surprise, and made nervous.
Gentlemen of the free -and -easy sort , who plume
themselves on being acquainted with a move or two ,

and being usually equal to the time-of- day, express
the wide range of their capacity for adventure by
observing that they are good for anything from pitch
and-toss to manslaughter; between which opposite
extremes , no doubt, there lies a tolerably wide and
comprehensive range of subjects. Without venturing
for Scrooge quite as hardily as this, I don't mind
calling on you to believe that he was ready for a good
broad field of strange appearances, and that nothing
between a baby and rhinoceros would have astonished
him very much .
Now , being prepared for almost anything, he was
not by any means prepared for nothing; and, conse
quently , when the Bell struck One , and no shape
appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling.
Five minutes, ten minutes , a quarter of an hour went
by, yet nothing came. All this time, he lay upon his
bed , the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddy
light, which streamed upon it when the clock pro
claimed the hour; and which , being only light, was
more alarming than a dozen ghosts, as he was power
less to make out what it meant, or would be at; and
was sometimes apprehensive that he might be at that
very moment an interesting case of spontaneous com
bustion, without having the consolation of knowing it.
At last, however, he began to think -- as you or I
would have thought at first; for it is always the person
not in the predicament who knows what ought to have
been done in it, and would unquestionably have done
it too — at last, I say, he began to think that the source
and secret of this ghostly light might be in the ad
joining room , from whence, on further tracing it , it
seemed to shine. This idea taking full possession of

his mind, he got up softly and shuffled in his slippers
to the door.
The moment Scrooge's hand was on the lock , a
strange voice called him by his name , and bade him1
enter. He obeyed.
It was his own room . There was no doubt about
that. But it had undergone a surprising transforma
tion. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living
green , that it looked a perfect grove; from every part
of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp
leaves of holly, mistletoe , and ivy reflected back the
light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered
there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the
chimney, as that dull petrifaction of a hearth had
never known in Scrooge's time, or Marley's, or for
many and many a winter season gone. Heaped up on
the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese,
game , poultry , brawn , great joints of meat, sucking
pigs , long wreaths of sausages , mince-pies , plum -pud
dings, barrels of oysters, red - hot chestnuts, cherry
cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense
twelfth -cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made
the chamber dim with their delicious steam . In easy
state upon this couch there sat a jolly Giant, glorious
to see ; who bore a glowing torch , in shape not un
like Plenty's horn , and held it up , high up , to shed
its light on Scrooge, as he came peeping round the
door.
“ Come in !” exclaimed the Ghost. “ Come in ! and
know me better, man !”
Scrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before
this Spirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had
been; and though the Spirit's eyes were clear and

kind, he did not like to meet them .
"
“ I am the Ghost of Christmas Present," said the
Spirit. “Look upon me! ”
Scrooge reverently did so . It was clothed in one
simple deep green robe, or mantle, bordered with
white fur. This garment hung so loosely on the figure,
that its capacious breast was bare, as if disdaining to
be warded or concealed by any artifice. Its feet, observ
able beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also
bare ; and on its head it wore no other covering than
a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles.
Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its
genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery
voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air.
Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard ; but
no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten
up with rust.
“You have never seen the like of me before !" ex
claimed the Spirit.
“ Never ," Scrooge made answer to it.
“Have never walked forth with the younger mem
bers of my family ; meaning (for I am very young) my
elder brothers born in these later years? ” pursued the
Phantom.
“ I don't think I have, ” said Scrooge. “ I am afraid
I have not. Have you had many brothers, Spirit ? ”
“ More than eighteen hundred," said the Ghost.
"
"A tremendous family to provide for, " muttered
Scrooge.
The Ghost of Christmas Present rose.
“ Spirit,” said Scrooge submissively, "conduct me
where you will. I went forth last night on compul
sion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. To

night, if you have aught to teach me , let me profit
by it.”
“Touch my robe! ”
Scrooge did as he was told , and held it fast.
Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy , turkeys, geese,
game, poultry, brawn, meat , pigs, sausages, oysters,
pies, puddings, fruit, and punch, all vanished instantly.
So did the room, the fire, the ruddy glow , the hour of
night, and they stood in the city streets on Christmas
morning, where (for the weatherwas severe) the people
made a rough , but brisk and not unpleasant kind of
music, in scraping the snow from the pavement in front
of their dwellings, and from the tops of their houses,
whence it was mad delight to the boys to see it come
plumping down into the road below , and splitting into
artificial little snow-storms.
The house fronts looked black enough, and the win
dows blacker, contrasting with the smooth white sheet
of snow upon the roofs , and with the dirtier snow
upon the ground; which last deposit had been ploughed
up in deep furrows by the heavy wheels of carts and
waggons; furrows that crossed and re-crossed each other
hundreds of times where the great streets branched
off; and made intricate channels, hard to trace, in the
thick yellow mud and icy water. The sky was gloomy,
and the shortest streets were choked up with a dingy
mist, half thawed , half frozen , whose heavier particles
descended in a shower of sooty atoms, as if all the
chimneys in Great Britain had, by one consent, caught
fire , and were blazing away to their dear hearts' con
tent. There was nothing very cheerful in the climate
or the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness
abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest

summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse in
vain .
For, the people who were shovelling away on the
house-tops were jovial and full of glee ; calling out to
one another from the parapets, and now and then ex
changing a facetious snow-ball-better-natured missile
far than many a wordy jest — laughing heartily if it
went right, and not less heartily if it went wrong.
The poulterers' shops were still half open , and the
fruiterers' were radiant in their glory. There were
great, round , pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped
like the waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at
the doors, and tumbling out in the street in their
apoplectic opulence. There were ruddy, brown -faced,
broad -girthed Spanish onions, shining in the fatness of
their growth like Spanish Friars, and winking from
their shelves in wanton slyness at the girls as they
went by, and glanced demurely at the hung-up mistle
toe. There were pears and apples , clustered high in
blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes,
made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence, to dangle from
conspicuous hooks that people's mouths might water
gratis as they passed ; there were piles of filberts, mossy
and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks
among the woods , and pleasant shufflings ankle deep
through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins,
squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the
oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of
their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching
to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after din
ner. The very gold and silver fish , set forth among
these choice fruits in a bowl, though members of a
dull and stagnant-blooded race, appeared to know that

there was something going on; and, to a fish , went
gasping round and round their little world in slow and
passionless excitement.
The Grocers' ! oh the Grocers'! nearly closed, with
perhaps two shutters down, or one ; but through those
gaps such glimpses! It was not alone that the scales
descending on the counter made a merry sound , or
that the twine and roller parted company so briskly,
or that the canisters were rattled up and down like
juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea
and coffee were so grateful to the nose , or even that
the raisins were so plentiful and rare, the almonds so
extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and
straight, the other spices so delicious , the candied
fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to
make the coldest lookers on feel faint and subsequently
bilious. Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy,
or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness
from their highly -decorated boxes, or that everything
was good to eat and in its Christmas dress; but the
customers were , all so hurried and so eager in the
hopeful promise of the day, that they tumbled up
against each other at the door , crashing their wicker
baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon the counter,
and came running back to fetch them , and committed
hundreds of the like mistakes, in the best humour pos
sible; while the Grocer and his people were so frank
and fresh that the polished hearts with which they
fastened their aprons behind might have been their own,
worn outside for general inspection, and for Christmas
daws to peck at if they chose .
But soon the steeples called good people all, to
church and chapel, and away they came, flocking through

the streets in their best clothes, and with their gayest
faces. And at the same time there emerged from
scores of bye-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, in
numerable people, carrying their dinners to the bakers'
shops. The sight of these poor revellers appeared to
interest the Spirit very much, for he stood with Scrooge
beside him in a baker's doorway, and taking off the
covers as their bearers passed , sprinkled incense on
their dinners from his torch. And it was a very un
common kind of torch , for once or twice when there
were angry words between some dinner -carriers who
had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water
on them from it, and their good humour was restored
directly. For they said , it was a shame to quarrel
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upon Christmas Day. And so it was ! God love it, so

it was !
In time the bells ceased , and the bakers were shut
up; and yet there was a genial shadowing forth of all
these dinners and the progress of their cooking, in
the thawed blotch of wet above each baker's oven ;
where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cook
ing too .
" Is there a peculiar flavour in what you sprinkle
from your torch ? ” asked Scrooge.
"
“ There is. My own. "
“ Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day ?"
asked Scrooge.
" To any kindly given. To a poor one most."
“Why to a poor one most ?” asked Scrooge.
C
“Because it needs it most.'
“Spirit,” said Scrooge, after a moment's thought,
" I wonder you, of all the beings in the many worlds
about us, should desire to cramp these people's oppor.

tunities of innocent enjoyment."
" I ! ” cried the Spirit.
“ You would deprive them of their means of din
ing every seventh day, often the only day on which they
can be said to dine at all ,” said Scrooge. “Wouldn't
you ?”
" I ! ” cried the Spirit.
“ You seek to close these places on the Seventh Day? "
said Scrooge. “ And it comes to the same thing.”
“ I seek !” exclaimed the Spirit.
“ Forgive me if I am wrong. It has been done in
your name, or at least in that of your family,” said
Scrooge.
“ There are some upon this earth of yours," returned
the Spirit, “ who lay claim to know us, and who do their
deeds of passion , pride, ill -will, hatred , envy, bigotry,
and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us
and all our kith and kin , as if they had never lived.
Remember that, and charge their doings on them
selves, not us.”
Scrooge promised that he would; and they went
on , invisible, as they had been before, into the suburbs of
the town. It was a remarkable quality of the Ghost
(which Scrooge had observed at the baker's ) that not
withstanding his gigantic size , he could accommodate
himself to any place with ease; and that he stood
beneath a low roof quite as gracefully and like a
supernatural creature, as it was possible he could
have done in any lofty hall.
And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit
had in showing off this power of his , or else it was
his own kind , generous , hearty nature, and his sym
:
pathy with all poor men , that led him straight to

Scrooge's clerk's; for there he went, and took Scrooge
with him , holding to his robe ; and on the threshold
of the door the Spirit smiled , and stopped to bless
Bob Cratchit's dwelling with the sprinklings of his
torch . Think of that ! Bob had but fifteen “ Bob ”
a-week himself; he pocketed on Saturdays but fifteen
copies of his Christian name; and yet the Ghost of
Christmas Present blessed his four-roomed house !
Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed
out but poorly in a twice-turned gown , but brave in
ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for
sixpence; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda
Cratchit , second of her daughters , also brave in rib
bons ; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into
the saucepan of potatoes , and getting the corners of
his monstrous shirt-collar (Bob's private property, con
ferred upon his son and heir in honour of the day)
into his mouth , rejoiced to find himself so gallantly
attired, and yearned to show his linen in the fashion
able Parks. And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and
girl, came tearing in, screaming that outside the baker's
they had smelt the goose, and known it for their own ;
and basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onion,
these young Cratchits danced about the table, and ex
alted Master Peter Cratchit to the skies, while he (not
proud , although his collars nearly choked him ) blew
the fire, until the slow potatoes bubbling up , knocked
loudly at the saucepan -lid to be let out and peeled.
“What has ever got your precious father then ?”
said Mrs. Cratchit. “ And your brother , Tiny Tim !
And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half
an -hour ! "
* Here's Martha, mother !" said a girl, appearing as

she spoke.
“ Here's Martha , mother !” cried the two young
Cratchits. “ Hurrah ! There's such a goose, Martha ! ”
“ Why , bless your heart alive, my dear, how late
you are!” said Mrs. Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times,
and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with
officious zeal.
“ We'd a deal of work to finish up last night,".
replied the girl, " and had to clear away this morning,
mother ! "
“Well! Never mind so long as you are come,”
said Mrs. Cratchit. “ Sit ye down before the fire, my
dear, and have a warm , Lord bless ye !”
“ No no ! There's father coming," cried the two
young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once. “ Hide,
Martha , hide !”
So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the
father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive
of the fringe, hanging down before him ; and his thread
bare clothes darned up and brushed , to look season
able; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny
Tim , he bore a little crutch , and had his limbs sup
ported by an iron frame!
“ Why, where's our Martha ? " cried Bob Cratchit,
looking round.
“ Not coming," said Mrs. Cratchit.
“ Not coming !" said Bob, with a sudden declension
in his high spirits; for he had been Tim's blood horse
all the way from church, and had come home rampant.
“ Not coming upon Christmas Day !”
Martha didn't like to see him disappointed, if it
were only in joke; so she came out prematurely from
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behind the closet door , and ran into his arms , while
the two young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim , and bore
him off into the wash -house , that he might hear the
pudding singing in the copper.
“ And how did little Tom behave ? ” asked Mrs.
Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity,
and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's
content.
" As good as gold ,” said Bob, “and better. Some
how he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much,
and thinks the strangest things you ever heard . He
told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw
him in the church , because he was a cripple , and it
might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christ
mas Day , who made lame beggars walk and blind
men see. "
Bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this,

and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was
growing strong and hearty.
His active little crutch was heard upon the floor,
and back came Tiny Tim before another word was
spoken , escorted by his brother and sister to his stool
beside the fire; and while Bob , turning up his cuffs
as if, poor fellow , they were capable of being made
more shabby - compounded some hot mixture in a jug
with gin and lemons , and stirred it round and round,
and put it on the hob to simmer; Master Peter and
the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the
goose , with which they soon returned in high pro
cession .
Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought
a goose the rarest of all birds ; a feathered pheno
menon, to which a black swan was a matter of course

--and in truth it was something very like it in that
house. Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy ( ready before
hand in a little saucepan) hissing hot; Master Peter
mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss
Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted
the hot-plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a
tiny corner at the table ; the two young Cratchits set
chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and
mounting guard upon their posts , crammed spoons
into their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose
before their turn came to be helped. At last the
dishes were set on , and grace was said . It was suc
ceeded by a breathless pause, as Mrs. Cratchit, looking
slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge
it in the breast; but when she did, and when the long
expected gush of stuffing issued forth , one murmur of
delight arose all round the board , and even Tiny
Tim , excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the
table with the handle of his knife , and feebly cried
Hurrah !
There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't
believe there ever was such a goose cooked . Its
tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness , were the
themes of universal admiration . Eked out by apple
sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner
for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with
great delight ( surveying one small atom of a bone
upon the dish ), they hadn't ate it all at last ! Yet
every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits
in particular, were steeped in sage and onion to the
eyebrows! But now, the plates being changed by
Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the room alone- too,
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nervous to bear witnesses to take the pudding up,

and bring it in.
Suppose it should not be done enough ! Suppose
it should break in turning out! Suppose somebody
should have got over the wall of the backyard, and
stolen it, while they were merry with the goose - a
supposition at which the two young Cratchits became
livid ! All sorts of horrors were supposed.
Hallo ! A great deal of steam ! The pudding was
out of the copper. A smell like a washing -day! That
was the cloth . A smell like an eating-house and a
pastrycook's next door to each other, with aa laundress's
next door to that! That was the pudding! In half a
minute Mrs. Cratchit entered - flushed , but smiling
proudly — with the pudding, like a speckled cannon
ball, so hard and firm , blazing in half of half -a- quartern
of ignited brandy , and bedight with Christmas holly
stuck into the top.
Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and
calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success
achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs.
Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she
would confess she had her doubts about the quantity
of flour. Everybody had something to say about it,
but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pud
ding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy
to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at
such a thing.
At last the dinner was all done , the cloth was
cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The
compound in the jug being tasted, and considered per
fect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and
a shovel full of chestnuts on the fire. Then all the
Cratchit family drew round the hearth , in what Bob

Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one ; and at
Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass.
Two tumblers and a custard -cup without a handle.
These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as
well as golden goblets would have done; and Bob
served it out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts
on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bob
proposed :
“ A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God
bless us!”
Which all the family re -echoed.
"God bless us every one !" said Tiny Tim, the last
of all.
He sat very close to his father's side, upon his little
stool. Bob held his withered little hand inhis, as if he
loved the child , and wished to keep him by his side,
and dreaded that he might be taken from him.
" Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never
felt before, “ tell me if Tiny Tim will live. ”
“ I see a vacant seat," replied the Ghost, "in the
poor chimney -corner, and a crutch without an owner,
carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered
by the Future , the child will die.”
"
“ No, no ," said Scrooge. " Oh, no, kind Spirit ! say
he will be spared .”
" If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future,
none other of my race," returned the Ghost, “ will
find him here. What then ? If he be like to die, he had
better do it, and decrease the surplus population .”
Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted
by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and
grief.
“ Man , ” said the Ghost, “ if man you be in heart,

not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have
discovered What the surplus is, and where it is. Will
you decide what men shall live, what men shall die?
It may be , that in the sight of Heaven , you are more
worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor
man's child . Oh God ! to hear the Insect on the leaf
pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry
brothers in the dust!”
Scrooge bent before the Ghost's rebuke, and trem
bling cast his eyes upon the ground. But he raised
them speedily, on hearing his own name.
“Mr. Scrooge!" said Bob; “ I'll give you Mr. Scrooge,
the Founder of the Feast !""
“The Founder of the Feast indeed !” cried Mrs.
Cratchit, reddening. “ I wish I had him here. I'd give
him a piece of my mind to feast upon , and I hope
he'd have a good appetite for it.”
“ My dear ," said Bob , "the children ! Christmas
Day." >
" It should be Christmas Day, I am sure ," said she ,
“ on which one drinks the health of such an odious,
stingy, hard, unfeeling man as Mr. Scrooge. You know
he is, Robert! Nobody knows it better than you do,
poor fellow ? ”
“My dear ," was Bob's mild answer. “ Christmas
Day.” "
“ I'll drink his health for your sake and the Day's,"
said Mrs. Cratchit, “ not for his. Long life to him ! A
merry Christmas and a happy new year! He'll be very
merry and very happy, I have no doubt!”
The children drank the toast after her. It was the
first of their proceedings which had no heartiness in it.
Tiny Tim drank it last of all , but he didn't care two

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pence for it. Scrooge was the Ogre of the family. The
mention of his name cast a dark shadow on the party,
which was not dispelled for full five minutes.
After it had passed away, they were ten times
merrier than before, from the mere relief of Scrooge
the Baleful being done with. Bob Cratchit told them
how he had a situation in his eye for Master Peter,
which would bring in , if obtained, full five -and - six
pence weekly. The two young Cratchits laughed tre
mendously at the idea of Peter's being a man of busi
ness; and Peter himself looked thoughtfully at the fire
from between his collars, as if he were deliberating
what particular investments he should favour when
he came into the receipt of that bewildering income.
Martha, who was a poor apprentice at aa milliner's, then
told them what kind of work she had to do , and how
many hours she worked at a stretch, and how she
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meant to lie a -bed to-morrow morning for a good long

rest; to -morrow being a holiday she passed at home.
Also how she had seen a countess and a lord some
days before, and how the lord " was much about as
tall as Peter ;" at which Peter pulled up his collars so
high that you couldn't have seen his head if you had
been there. All this time the chestnuts and the jug
went round and round ; and bye and bye they had a
song, about a lost child travelling in the snow , from
Tiny Tim , who had a plaintive little voice , and sang
it very well indeed.
There was nothing of high mark in this. They were
not a handsome family ; they were not well dressed ;
their shoes were far from being waterproof; their
clothes were scanty ; and Peter might have known, and
very likely did , the inside of a pawnbroker's. But,

they were happy, grateful, pleased with one another,
and contented with the time; and when they faded ,
and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the
Spirit's torch at parting, Scrooge had his eye upon
them , and especially on Tiny Tim, until the last.
By this time it was getting dark and snowing pretty
heavily; and as Scrooge and the Spirit went along the
streets, the brightness of the roaring fires in kitchens,
parlours, and all sorts of rooms, was wonderful. Here,
the flickering of the blaze showed preparations for a
cosy dinner, with hot plates baking through and through
before the fire, and deep red curtains, ready to be drawn
to shut out cold and darkness. There, all the children
of the house were running out into the snow to meet
their married sisters , brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts,
and be the first to greet them . Here , again , were
shadows on the window -blind of guests assembling;
and there a group of handsome girls , all hooded and
fur-booted , and all chattering at once , tripped lightly
off to some near neighbour's house; where, wo upon
the single man who saw them enter- artful witches,
well they knew it — in a glow !
But, if you had judged from the numbers of people
on their way to friendly gatherings, you might have
thought that no one was at home to give them wel
come when they got there, instead of every house ex
pecting company, and piling up its fires half-chimney
high. Blessings on it , how the Ghost exulted ! How
it bared its breadth of breast, and opened its capacious
palm , and floated on , outpouring, with a generous
hand, its bright and harmless mirth on everything
within its reach ! The very lamplighter, who ran on
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before, dotting the dusky street with specks of light,

and who was dressed to spend the evening somewhere,
laughed out loudly as the Spirit passed , though little
kenned the lamplighter that he had any company but
Christmas !
And now, without a word of warning from the
Ghost, they stood upon a bleak and desert moor,
where monstrous masses of rude stone were cast
about, as though it were the burial-place of giants;
and water spread itself wheresoever it listed; or would
have done so , but for the frost that held it prisoner;
and nothing grew but moss and furze, and coarse,
rank grass. Down in the west the setting sun had left
a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the desolation
for an instant, like a sullen eye , and frowning lower,
lower, lower yet, was lost in the thick gloom of
darkest night.
“ What place is this ?" asked Scrooge.
“ A place where miners live, who labour in the
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bowels of the earth , " returned the Spirit. “But they
know me. See !”
A light shone from the window of a hut, and
swiftly. they advanced towards it. Passing through
the wall of mud and stone , they found a cheerful
company assembled round a glowing fire. An old,
old man and woman , with their children and their
children's children , and another generation beyond
that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire. The
old man , in a voice that seldom rose above the howl
ing of the wind upon the barren waste , was singing
them a Christmas song; it had been a very old song
when he was a boy ; and from time to time they all
joined in the chorus. So surely as they raised their
voices, the old man got quite blithe and loud ; and so
surely as they stopped, his vigour sank again.
The Spirit did not tarry here , but bade Scrooge
hold his robe, and passing on above the moor, sped
whither ? Not to sea ? To sea .. To Scrooge's horror,
looking back, he saw the last of the land, a frightful
range of rocks , behind them ; and his ears were
deafened by the thundering of water, as it rolled, and

roared , and raged among the dreadful caverns it had
worn , and fiercely tried to undermine the earth .
Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some
league or so from shore, on which the waters chafed
and dashed , the wild year through , there stood a
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solitary lighthouse. Great heaps ofsea-weed clung to

its base, and storm - birds — born of the wind one might
suppose, as sea -weed of the water - rose and fell about
it, like the waves they skimmed .
But even here , two men who watched the light
had made a fire , that through the loophole in the
thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness on the
awful sea . Joining their horny hands over the rough
table at which they sat, they wished each other Merry
Christmas in their can of grog ; and one of them : the
elder too, with his face all damaged and scarred with
hard weather, as the figure -head of an old ship might
be : struck up a sturdy song that was like a gale in
itself.
Again the Ghost sped on , above the black and
heaving sea - on, on-until, being far away, as he told
Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship . They
stood beside the helmsman at the wheel , the look-out
in the bow , the officers who had the watch ; dark,
ghostly figures in their several stations; but every
man among them hummed a Christmas tune, or had

a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath to his
companion of some by-gone Christmas Day, with
homeward hopes belonging to it. And every man on
board , waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a
kinder word for another on that day than on any day
in the year; and had shared to some extent in its
festivities; and had remembered those he cared for
at a distance, and had known that they delighted to
remember him .
It was a great surprise to Scrooge , while listening
to the moaning of the wind , and thinking what a
solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely
darkness over an unknown abyss, whose depths were
secrets as profound as Death : it was a great surprise
to Scrooge, while thus engaged , to hear a hearty laugh.
It was a much greater surprise to Scrooge to recognise
it as his own nephew's, and to find himself in a bright,
dry, gleaming room , with the Spirit standing smiling
by his side , and looking at that same nephew with
approving affability!
" Ha! ha !” laughed Scrooge's nephew . "Ha , ha,
ha ! ”
If you should happen, by any unlikely chance, to
know a man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge's
nephew , all I can say is , I should like to know him
too. Introduce him to me , and I'll cultivate his ac
quaintance.
It is a fair, even -handed , noble adjustment of
things, that while there is infection in disease and
sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly
.contagious as laughter and good -humour. When
Scrooge's nephew laughed in this way: holding his
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sides , rolling his head , and twisting his face into the
most extravagant contortions : Scrooge's niece, by
marriage, laughed as heartily as he. And their assem
bled friends being not a bit behindhand , roared out
lustily.
" Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha ! ”
“He said that Christmas was a humbug, as I live !"
cried Scrooge's nephew . "He believed it too !”
“ More shame for him , Fred ! ” said Scrooge's niece,
indignantly. Bless those women ! they never do any
thing by halves. They are always in earnest.
She was very pretty ; exceedingly pretty. With a
dimpled, surprised -looking, capital face; a ripe little
mouth , that seemed made to be kissed — as no doubt
it was ; all kinds of good little dots about her chin ,
that melted into one another when she laughed ; and
the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little
creature's head. Altogether she was what you would
have called provoking,you know ; but satisfactory, too.
Oh, perfectly satisfactory.
“ He's aa comical old fellow ," said Scrooge's nephew,
" that's the truth ; and not so pleasant as he might be.
However, his offences carry their own punishment, and
I have nothing to say against him .”
“ I'm sure he is very rich, Fred ,” hinted Scrooge's
niece. “At least, you always tell me so .”
“What of that, my dear !” said Scrooge's nephew .
“His wealth is of no use to him . He don't do any
good with it. He don't make himself comfortable
with it. He hasn't the satisfaction of thinking — ha,
ha, ha !-that he is ever going to benefit Us with it."
“ I have no patience with him ," observed Scrooge's
niece. Scrooge's niece's sisters, and all the other

ladies, expressed the same opinion.
“ Oh , I have!” said Scrooge's nephew. “ I am
sorry for him ; I couldn't be angry with him if I tried.
Who suffers by his ill whims! Himself, always. Here ,
be takes it into his head to dislike us , and he won't
come and dine with us. What's the consequence ? He
don't lose much of a dinner . ”
“Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner," in
terrupted Scrooge's niece. Everybody else said the
same, and they must be allowed to have been compe
tent judges, because they had just had dinner ; and
with the dessert upon the table, were clustered round
the fire, by lamplight.
“ Welll I am very glad to hear it ,” said Scrooge's
nephew , “because I haven't any great faith in these
young housekeepers. What do you say, Topper ? ”
Topper had clearly got his eye uponone ofScrooge's
niece's sisters, for he answered that a bachelor was a
wretched outcast, who had no right to express an
opinion on the subject. Whereat Scrooge's niece's
sister - the plump one with the lace tucker: not the
one with the roses - blushed .
“ Do go on , Fred ,” said Scrooge's niece, clapping
her hands. “He never finishes what he begins to say !
He is a ridiculous low !”
Scrooge's nephew revelled in another laugh, and as
it was impossible to keep the infection off; though the
plump sister tried hard to do it with aromatic vinegar;
his example was unanimously followed .
" I was only going to say," said Scrooge's nephew ,
" that the consequence of his taking a dislike to us,
and not making merry with us , is, as I think, that he
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loses some pleasant moments, which could do him no

harm . I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than
he can find in his own thoughts, either in his mouldy
old office, or his dusty chambers. I mean to give him
the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not,
for I pity him . He may rail at Christmas till he dies,
but he can't help thinking better of it - I defy him
if he finds me going there, in good temper, year after
year, and saying, “Uncle Scrooge, how are you ? ' If
it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk
fifty pounds, that's something; and I think I shook
him , yesterday.”
It was their turn to laugh now , at the notion of his
shaking Scrooge. But being thoroughly good -natured ,
and not much caring what they laughed at , so that
they laughed at any rate, he encouraged them in their
merriment, and passed the bottle, joyously.
After tea, they had some music. For they were a
musical family, and knew what they were about, when
they sung a Glee or Catch, I can assure you : especially
Topper, who could growl away in the bass likea good
one, and never swell the large veins in his forehead, or
get red in the face over it. Scrooge's niece played well
upon the harp ; and played among other tunes a
simple little air (a mere nothing: you might learn to
whistle it in two minutes), which had been familiar to
the child who fetched Scrooge from the boarding
school, as he had been reminded by the Ghost of
Christmas Past. When this strain of music sounded,
all the things that Ghost had shown him , came upon
his mind; he softened more and more; and thought
that if he could have listened to it often , years ago ,
he might have cultivated the kindnesses of life for his
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own happiness with his own hands , without resorting

to the sexton's spade that buried Jacob Marley.
But they didn't devote the whole evening to music.
After a while they played at forfeits; for it is good to
be children sometimes , and never better than at
Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child him
self. Stop ! There was first a game at blind-man's
buff. Of course there was. And I no more believe
Topper was really blind than I believe he had eyes in
his boots. My opinion is , that it was a done thing
between him and Scrooge's nephew ; and that the
Ghost of Christmas Present knew it. The way he
went after that plump sister in the lace tucker, was an
outrage on the credulity of human nature. Knocking
down the fire-irons, tumbling over the chairs, bumping
up against the piano, smothering himself amongst the
curtains, wherever she went, there went he ! He always
knew where the plump sister was. He wouldn't catch
anybody else. If you had fallen up against him , (as
some of them did) on purpose , he would have made
a feint of endeavouring to seize you , which would
have been an affront to your understanding, and would
instantly have sidled off in the direction of the plump
sister. She often cried out that it wasn't fair; and it
really was not. But when at last, he caught her; when ,
in spite of all her silken rustlings, and her rapid
flutterings past him , he got her into a corner whence
there was no escape ; then his conduct was the most
execrable. For his pretending not to know her ; his
pretending that it was necessary to touch her head
dress , and further to assure himself of her identity by
pressing a certain ring upon her finger, and a certain
chain about her neck ; was vile, monstrous ! No doubt
she told him her opinion of it , when , another blind

man being in office, they were so very confidential
together, behind the curtains.
Scrooge's niece was not one of the blind -man's
buff party , but was made comfortable with a large
chair and footstool, in a snug corner, where the Ghost
and Scrooge were close behind her. But she joined
in the forfeits, and loved her love to admiration with
all the letters of the alphabet. Likewise at the game
of How , When, and Where, she was very great, and,
to the secret joy of Scrooge's nephew, beat her sisters
hollow : though they were sharp girls too , as Topper
could have told you. There might have been twenty
people there, young and old, but they all played, and
so did Scrooge; for, wholly forgetting in the interest
he had in what was going on, that his voice made no
sound in their ears, he sometimes came out with his
guess quite loud , and very often guessed right, too;
for the sharpest needle, best Whitechapel, warranted
not to cut in the eye, was not sharper than Scrooge;
blunt as he took it in his head to be.
The Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this
mood, and looked upon him with such favour, that
he begged like a boy to be allowed to stay until the
guests departed. But this the Spirit said could not be
done.
“ Here is a new game," said Scrooge. “ One half
hour, Spirit, only one ! ”
It was a Game called Yes and No, where Scrooge's
nephew had to think of something, and the rest must
find out what; he only answering to their questions
yes or no, as the case was. The brisk fire of question
ing to which he was exposed , elicited from him that
he was thinking of an animal, a live animal, rather a

disagreeable animal, a savage animal, an animal that
growled and grunted sometimes, and talked sometimes,
and lived in London, and walked about the streets,
and wasn't made a show of, and wasn't led by any
body, and didn't live in a menagerie, and was never
killed in a market, and was not a horse, or an ass, or
a cow, or a bull , or a tiger, or a dog, or a pig, or a
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cat, or a bear. At every fresh question that was put

to him , this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laugh
ter; and was so inexpressibly tickled , that he was
obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. At last the
plump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out:
“ I have found it out! I know what it is, Fred ! I
know what it is ! ”
“ What is it ? ” cried Fred.
“ It's your uncle Scro-0-0-0-oge !”
Which it certainly was. Admiration was the uni
versal sentiment, though some objected that the reply
to " Is it a bear?” ought to have been “ Yes ; " inas
much as an answer in the negative was sufficient to
have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Scrooge, sup
posing they had ever had any tendency that way.
"He has given us plenty of merriment, I am
sure," said Fred, “ and it would be ungrateful not to
drink his health. Here is a glass of mulled wine
ready to our hand at the moment; and I say , 'Uncle
Scrooge!'”
“ Well! Uncle Scrooge !" they cried.
“ A Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to the
old man , whatever he is !” said Scrooge's nephew.
“ He wouldn't take it from me, but may he have it,
nevertheless. Uncle Scrooge! "
A Christmas Carol, 6
Uncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay

and light of heart, that he would have pledged the
unconscious company in return, and thanked them in
an inaudible speech, if the Ghost had given him time.
But the whole scene passed off in the breath of the
last word spoken by his nephew ; and he and the
Spirit were again upon their travels.
Much they saw , and far they went and many
homes they visited , but always with a happy end.
The Spirit stood beside sick beds , and they were
cheerful; on foreign lands, and they were close at
home; by struggling men , and they were patient in
their greater hope; by poverty , and it was rich . In
almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery's every refuge,
where vain man in his little brief authority had not
made fast the door, and barred the Spirit out , he left
his blessing, and taught Scrooge his precepts.
It was a long night, if it were only a night; but
Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas
Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of
time they passed together. It was strange, too, that
while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form ,
the Ghost grew older , clearly ' older. Scrooge had
observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they
left a children's Twelfth Night party, when, looking at
the Spirit as they stood together in an open place , he
noticed that its hair was gray.
“ Are spirits' lives so short ?" asked Scrooge.
"My life upon this globe is very brief," replied the
Ghost. " It ends to -night.”
" To- night !" cried Scrooge.
“ To -night at midnight. Hark ! The time is draw
ing near.”
A CHRISTMAS CAROL 83
The chimes were ringing the three quarters past

eleven at that moment.
“ Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask ,"
said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe,
"but I see something strange, and not belonging to
yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or
a claw ? "
" It might be a claw , for the flesh there is upon it,"
was the Spirits sorrowful reply. “ Look here."
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two chil
dren; wretched , abject, frightful, hideous, miserable.
They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the out
side of its garment.
" Oh , Man ! look here. Look, look , down here ! ”
exclaimed the Ghost.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow , meagre,
ragged , scowling, wolfish ; but prostrate, too, in their
humility. Where graceful youth should have filled
their features out, and touched them with its freshest
tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had
pinched, and twisted them , and pulled them into
shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned , de
vils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no
degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade,
through all the mysteries of wonderful creation , has
monsters half so horrible and dread.
Scrooge started back , appalled. Having them
shown to him in this way , he tried to say they were
fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather
than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.
" Spirit! are they yours ? ” Scrooge could say no
more.
“ They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down
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upon them . “And they cling to me , appealing from

their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is
Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree,
but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see
that written which is Doom , unless the writing be
erased. Deny it ! ” cried the Spirit, stretching out its
hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye !
Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it
worse ! And bide the end !”
"Have they no refuge or resource ? " cried Scrooge.
"Are there no prisons!" said the Spirit, turning on
him for the last time with his own words. “Are there
no workhouses ? "
The bell struck twelve.
Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw
it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he re
membered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and
lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom , draped
and hooded coming, like a mist along the ground, to
wards him .
STAVE IV .
The Last of the Spirits.
THE Phantom slowly , gravely, silently, approached.

When it came near him , Scrooge bent down upon his
knee; for in the very air through which this Spirit
moved it seemed to scatter gloom and mystery.
It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which
concealed its head, its face, its form ,> and left nothing
of it visible, save one outstretched hand. But for this
it would have been difficult to detach its figure from
the night, and separate it from the darkness by which

it was surrounded.
He felt that it was tall and stately when it came
beside him , and that its mysterious presence filled him
with a solemn dread. He knew no more , for the
Spirit neither spoke nor moved .
"I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas
Yet To Come? ” said Scrooge.
The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with
its hand.
“ You are about to show me shadows of the things
that have not happened , but will happen in the time
before us," Scrooge pursued . "Is that so, Spirit ? ”
The upper portion of the garment was contracted
for an instant in its folds, as if the Spirit had inclined
its head. That was the only answer he received.
Although well used to ghostly company by this
time, Scrooge feared the silent shape so much that his
legs trembled beneath him , and he found that he
could hardly stand when he prepared to follow it.
The Spirit paused a moment, as observing his condi
tion, and giving him time to recover.
But Scrooge was all the worse for this. It thrilled
him with a vague uncertain horror, to know that be
hind the dusky shroud , there were ghostly eyes in
tently fixed upon him , while he , though he stretched
his own to the utmost, could see nothing but a spec
tral hand and one great heap of black.
“ Ghost of the Future!” he exclaimed , " I fear you
more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know
your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live
to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to
bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart.

Will you not speak to me? "
It gave him no reply. The hand was pointed
straight before them .
" Lead on !” said Scrooge. " Lead on ! The night
is waning fast, and it is precious time to me , I know .
Lead on, Spirit !”
The Phantom moved away as it had come towards
him. Scrooge followed in the shadow of its dress,
which bore him up, he thought, and carried him
along.
They scarcely seemed to enter the city; for the
city rather seemed to spring up about them , and en
compass them of its own act . But there they were
in the heart of it; on ' Change, amongst the mer
chants; who hurried up and down , and chinked the
money in their pockets, and conversed in groups, and
looked at their watches, and trifled thoughtfully with
their great gold seals; and so forth , as Scrooge had
seen them often .
The Spirit stopped beside one little knot of busi
ness men. Observing that the hand was pointed to
them , Scrooge advanced to listen to their talk .
“ No,” said a great fat man with a monstrous chin,
“ I don't know much about it either way. I only know
he's dead.”
“ When did he die ? ” inquired another.
" Last night, I believe."
“ Why, what was the matter with him ? " asked a
third, taking a vast quantity of snuff out of a very
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large snuff-box. “ I thought he'd never die ."

“God knows,” said the first with a yawn.
“ What has he done with his money ? " asked aa red
faced gentleman with a pendulous excrescence on the

end of his nose , that shook like the gills of a turkey
cock .
" I haven't heard,” said the man with the large
chin , yawning again . "Left it to his company, per >
haps. He hasn't left it to me. That's all I know . "
This pleasantry was received with a general laugh.
“ It's likely to be a very cheap funeral," said the
same speaker; "for upon my life I don't know of any
body to go to it. Suppose we make up a party and
volunteer ? "
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“ I don't mind going if a lunch is provided ," ob
served the gentleman with the excrescence on his
nose. “But I must be fed, if I make one." "
Another laugh .
“Well , I am the most disinterested among you,
after all,” said the first speaker, "for never wear
black gloves, and I never eat lunch . But I'll offer to

go , if anybody else will. When I come to think of
it, I'm not at all sure that I wasn't his most particular
friend; for we used to stop and speak whenever we
met. Bye, bye !"
Speakers and listeners strolled away , and mixed
with other groups. Scrooge knew the men , and looked
towards the Spirit for an explanation .
The Phantom glided on into a street. Its finger
pointed to two persons meeting. Scrooge listened
again, thinking that the explanation might lie here.
He knew these men , also, perfectly. They were
men of business: very wealthy, and of great import
ance . He had made a point always of standing well
in their esteem : in a business point of view , that is ;
strictly in a business point of view .
“ How are you ?” said one.

“ How are you ? " returned the other.
“ Well! ” said the first. “ Old Scratch has got his
own at last, hey ?"
" So I am told , ” returned the second. "Cold,
isn't it ! ”
“ Seasonable for Christmas time. You are not a
skater, I suppose ?”
“ No. No. Something else to think of. Good
morning !”
Not another word. That was their meeting, their
conversation, and their parting.
Scrooge was at first inclined to be surprised that
the Spirit should attach importance to conversations
apparently so trivial; but feeling assured that they
must have some hidden purpose, he set himself to con
sider what it was likely to be. They could scarcely
be supposed to have any bearing on the death of
Jacob , his old partner , for that was Past, and this
Ghost's province was the Future. Nor could he think
of any one immediately connected with himself, to
whom he could apply them . But nothing doubting
that to whomsoever they applied they had some latent
moral for his own improvement, he resolved to trea
sure up every word he heard, and everything he saw ;
and especially to observe the shadow of himself when
it appeared. For he had an expectation that the con
duct of his future self would give him the clue he
missed, and would render the solution of these riddles
easy .
He looked about in that very place for his own
image; but another man stood in his accustomed corner,
and though the clock pointed to his usual time of day
for being there, he saw no likeness of himself among

the multitudes that poured in through the Porch. It
gave him little surprise, however; for he had been re
volving in his mind a change of life, and thought and
hoped he saw his new -born resolutions carried out
in this.
Quiet and dark , beside him stood the Phantom ,
with its outstretched hand. When he roused himself
from his thoughtful quest, he fancied from the turn of
the hand, and its situation in reference to himself, that
the Unseen Eyes were looking at him keenly. It made
him shudder, and feel very cold.
They left the busy scene, and went into an ob
scure part of the town , where Scrooge had never
penetrated before, although he recognised its situation,
and its bad repute. The ways were foul and narrow ;
the shops and houses wretched ; the people half-naked,
drunken, slipshod, ugly. Alleys and archways, like so
many cesspools, disgorged their offences of smell, and
dirt, and life, upon the straggling streets; and the whole
quarter reeked with crime, with filth and misery.
Far in this den of infamous resort, there was a low
browed, beetling shop, below a pent-house roof, where
iron , old rags, bottles , bones, and greasy offal, were
bought. Upon the floor within , were piled up heaps
of rusty keys, nails, chains, hinges, files, scales, weights,
and refuse iron of all kinds. Secrets that few would
like to scrutinise were bred and hidden in mountains
of unseemly rags, masses ofcorrupted fat, and sepulchres
of bones. Sitting in among the wares he dealt in , by
a charcoal stove, made of old bricks, was a grey -haired
rascal , nearly seventy years of age; who had screened
himself from the cold air without, by a frousy curtain
ing of miscellaneous tatters, hung upon a line ; and

smoked his pipe in all the luxury of calm retirement.
Scrooge and the Phantom came into the presence
of this man, just as a woman with a heavy bundle
slunk into the shop. But she had scarcely entered ,
when another woman , similarly laden, came in too;
and she was closely followed by a man in faded black,
who was no less startled by the sight of them , than
they had been upon the recognition of each other.
After a short period of blank astonishment, in which
the old man with the pipe had joined them , they all
three burst into a laugh.
“ Let the charwoman alone to be the first ! ” cried
she who had entered first. “ Let the laundress alone
to be the second; and let the undertaker's man alone
to be the third. Look here, old Joe, here's a chance !
If we haven't all three met here without meaning it!”
“ You couldn't have met in a better place ," said
old Joe, removing his pipe from his mouth . “ Come
into the parlour. You were made free of it long ago,
you know ; and the other two an't strangers. Stop till
I shut the door of the shop. Ah ! How it skreeks!
There an't such a rusty bit of metal in the place as
its own hinges, I believe; and I'm sure there's no such
old bones here, as mine. Ha, ha ! We're all suitable
to our calling, we're well matched. Come into the
parlour.. Come into the parlour."
The parlour was the space behind the screen of
rags. The old man raked the fire together with an old
stair-rod, and having trimmed his smoky lamp ( for it
was night), with the stem of his pipe, put it into his
mouth again .
While he did this , the woman who had already
spoken threw her bundle on the floor and sat down in

a flaunting manner on a stool; crossing her elbows on
her knees, and looking with a bold defiance at the
other two.
“ What odds then ! What odds , Mrs. Dilber ?” said
the woman . “ Every person has a right to take care of
themselves. He always did !”
“ That's true, indeed ! ” said the laundress. “ No
man more so."
“ Why then , don't stand staring as if you was afraid,
woman; who's the wiser ? We're not going to pick holes
in each other's coats, I suppose ?”
“ No, indeed ! ” said Mrs. Dilber and the man to
gether. “ We should hope not."
“Very well , then !” cried the woman . “That's
enough. Who's the worse for the loss of a few things
like these ? Not a dead man, I suppose."
“ No, indeed," said Mrs. Dilber, laughing.
“If he wanted to keep 'em after he was dead , a
wicked old screw ," pursued the woman , " why wasn't
he natural in his lifetime ? If he had been , he'd have
had somebody to look after him when he was struck
with Death, instead of lying gasping out his last there,
alone by himself.”
“It's the truest word that ever was spoke," said Mrs.
Dilber. “ It's a judgment on him .”"
“ I wish it was a little heavier judgment,” replied
the woman ; "and it should have been, you may depend
upon it, if I could have laid my hands on anything
else. Open that bundle, old Joe, and let me know the
value of it. Speak out plain. I'm not afraid to be the
first, nor afraid for them to see it. We knew pretty
well that we were helping ourselves, before we met

here, I believe. It's no sin . Open the bundle, Joe.”
But the gallantry of her friends would not allow of
this; and the man in faded black , mounting the breach
first, produced his plunder. It was not extensive. A
seal or two, a pencil- case, a pair of sleeve buttons, and
a brooch of no great value, were all. They were seve
rally examined and appraised by old Joe, who chalked
the sums he was disposed to give for each, upon the
wall , and added them up into a total when he found
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that there was nothing more to come.

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“That's your account, ” said Joe , “and I wouldn't
give another sixpence, if I was to be boiled for not
doing it. Who's next? "
Mrs. Dilber was next. Sheets and towels , a little
wearing apparel, two old -fashioned silver teaspoons, a
pair of sugar-tongs, and a few boots. Her account
was stated on the wall in the same manner.
“ I always give too much to ladies. It's a weakness
of mine, and that's the way I ruin myself,” said old
Joe. “That's your account. If you asked me for an
other penny, and made it an open question, I'd repent
of being so liberal, and knock off half- a -crown. ”
“And now undo my bundle , Joe ,” said the first
woman .
Joe went down on his knees for the greater con

venience of opening it, and having unfastened a great
many knots , dragged out a large heavy roll of some
dark stuff.
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“What do you call this?” said Joe. “ Bed -curtains! "
“ Ah ! ” returned the woman , laughing and leaning
forward on her crossed arms. " Bed -curtains !”
“ You don't mean to say you took 'em down, rings

and all, with him lying there?” said Joe.
“Yes I do," replied the woman . “Why not ? ”
“You were born to make your fortune ,” said Joe,
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"and you'll certainly do it. ”
" I certainly sha’n't hold my hand , when I can get
anything in it by reaching it out, for the sake of such
a man as He was, II promise you , Joe," returned the
woman coolly. “Don't drop that oil upon the blankets,
now . ”
“His blankets ? ” asked Joe.
“Whose else's do you think ?” replied the woman.
"He isn't likely to take cold without ' em , I dare
say . "
" I hope he didn't die of anything catching ? Eh ? ”
said old Joe, stopping in his work, and looking up.
“Don't you be afraid of that,” returned the woman.
“I an't so fond of his company that I'd loiter about
him for such things, if he did . Ah ! You may look
through that shirt till your eyes ache ; but you won't
find a hole in it, nor a threadbare place. It's the best
he had, and a fine one too. They'd have wasted it, if
it hadn't been for me.”
“ What do you call wasting of it ?" asked old Joe.
“ Putting it on him to be buried in , to be sure,”
replied the woman with a laugh. “ Somebody was fool
enough to do it, but I took it off again. If calico an't
good enough for such a purpose, it isn't good enough
for anything. It's quite as becoming to the body. He
can't look uglier than he did in that one."
Scrooge listened to this dialogue in horror. As they
sat grouped about their spoil, in the scanty light afforded
by the old man's lamp, he viewed them with a detestas
tion and disgust, which could hardly have been greater,

though they had been obscene demons, marketing the
corpse itself.
“Ha, ha !" laughed the same woman , when old Joe
producing a flannel bag with money in it, told out
their several gains upon the ground. “ This is the end
of it , you see ? He frightened every one away from
him when he was alive, to profit us when he was dead !
Ha, ha, ha !”
“ Spirit!” said Scrooge, shuddering from head to
foot. “ I see , I see. The case of this unhappy man
might be my own. My life tends that way , now.
Merciful Heaven , what is this !"
He recoiled in terror, for the scene had changed,
and now he almost touched a bed: a bare, uncurtained
bed : on which , beneath a ragged sheet, there lay a
something covered up , which, though it was dumb,
announced itself in awful language.
The room was very dark, too dark to be observed
with any accuracy, though Scrooge glanced round it in
obedience to a secret impulse , anxious to know what
kind of room it was. A pale light, rising in the outer
air, fell straight upon the bed : and on it, plundered
and bereft, unwatched , unwept, uncared for, was the
body of this man .
Scrooge glanced towards the Phantom . Its steady
hand was pointed to the head. The cover was so
carelessly adjusted that the slightest raising of it, the
motion of a finger upon Scrooge's part, would have
disclosed the face. He thought of it, felt how easy it
would be to do, and longed to do it ; but had no more
power to withdraw the veil than to dismiss the spectre
at his side.
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Oh cold , cold , rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine

altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast
at thy command: for this is thy dominion ! But of the
loved , revered , and honoured head , thou canst not
turn one hair to thy dread purposes , or make one
feature odious. It is not that the hand is heavy and
will fall down when released; it is not that the heart
and pulse are still; but that the hand was open,
generous, and true; the heart brave, warm , and tender;
and the pulse a man's. Strike, Shadow , strike ! And
see his good deeds springing from the wound , to sow
the world with life immortal!
No voice pronounced these words in Scrooge's ears,
and yet he heard them when he looked upon the bed.
He thought, if this man could be raised up now , what
would be his foremost thoughts ? Avarice, hard-deal
ing, griping cares ? They have brought him to a rich
end, truly ?
He lay, in the dark, empty house , with not a man,
a woman, or a child, to say he was kind to me in this
or that, and for the memory of one kind word I will
be kind to him . A cat was tearing at the door , and
there was a sound of gnawing rats beneath the hearth
stone. What they wanted in the room of death , and
why they were so restless and disturbed , Scrooge did
not dare to think .
“ Spirit ! ” he said , " this is a fearful place. In
leaving it, I shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let
us go !”
Still the Ghost pointed with an unmoved finger to
the head.
"I understand you," Scrooge returned , " and I would
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do it, if I could. But I have not the power, Spirit. I

have not the power .”
Again it seemed to look upon him.
“ If there is any person in the town, who feels emo
tion caused by this man's death ," said Scrooge, quite
agonised , " show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech
you ! ”
The phantom spread its dark robe before him for
a moment, like a wing; and withdrawing it, revealed a
room by daylight, where a mother and her children
were.
She was expecting some one, and with anxious

eagerness; for she walked up and down the room;
started at every sound; looked out from the window ;
glanced at the clock ; tried, but in vain , to work with
her needle; and could hardly bear the voices of her
children in their play.
At length the long -expected knock was heard . She
hurried to the door , and met her husband; a man
whose face was care -worn and depressed , though he
was young. There was a remarkable expression in it
now; a kind of serious delight ofwhich he felt ashamed,
and which he struggled to repress .
He sat down to the dinner that had been hoarding
for him by the fire, and when she asked him faintly
what news (which was not until after a long silence),
he appeared embarrassed how to answer. .
“ Is it good,” she said, “ or bad ? ”-to help him.

" Bad," he answered .
“ We are quite ruined ? ”
“ No. There is hope yet, Caroline.”
“ If he relents , ” she said , amazed , “ there is !
Nothing is past hope, if such a miracle has happened . ”
“He is past relenting," said her husband. " He is

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dead .”
She was a mild and patient creature, if her face
spoke truth ; but she was thankful in her soul to hear
it, and she said so , with clasped hands. She prayed
forgiveness the next moment , and was sorry ; but the
first was the emotion of her heart.
“What the half -drunken woman , whom I told you
of last night, said to me, when I tried to see him and
obtain a week's delay ; and what I thought was a mere
excuse to avoid me; turns out to have been quite true.
He was not only very ill, but dying, then .”
“ To whom will our debt be transferred ? ”
“ I don't know . But before that time we shall be
ready with the money; and even though we were not,
it would be bad fortune indeed to find so merciless a
creditor in his successor. We may sleep to -night with
light hearts, Caroline !"
Yes. Soften it as they would, their hearts were
lighter. The children's faces, hushed and clustered
round to hear what they so little understood, were
brighter; and it was a happier house for this man's
death ! The only emotion that the Ghost could show
him , caused by the event, was one of pleasure.
“Let me see some tenderness connected with a
death ,” said Scrooge; " or that dark chamber, Spirit,
which weleft just now , will be for ever present to me.”
The Ghost conducted him through several streets
familiar to his feet; and as they went along, Scrooge
looked here and there to find himself, but nowhere
was he to be seen. They entered poor Bob Cratchit's
house; the dwelling he had visited before; and found
the mother and the children seated round the fire.
A Christmas Carol, 7
MAS
98 A CHRIST CAROL .
Quiet. Very quiet. The noisy little Cratchits were

as still as statues in one corner, and sat looking up at
Peter, who had a book before him . The mother and
her daughters were engaged in sewing. But surely
they were very quiet!
“And he took a child, and set him in the midst
of them .' '
Where had Scrooge heard those words ? He had
not dreamed them . The boy must have read them
out, as he and the Spirit crossed the threshold . Why
did he not go on?
The mother laid her work upon the table, and put
her hand up to her face.
“ The colour hurts my eyes,” she said.
The colour? Ah, poor Tiny Tim !
“ They're better now again ," said Cratchit's wife.
“ It makes them weak by candle-light; and I wouldn't
show weak eyes to your father when he comes home,
for the world . It must be near his time."
" Past it rather," Peter answered, shutting up his
book. “ But I think he has walked a little slower than
he used, these few last evenings, mother.”
They were very quiet again. At last she said, and
in a steady, cheerful voice, that only faltered once :
“ I have known him walk with I have known him
walk with Tiny Tim upon his shoulder, very fast in
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deed . "
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“And so have I,” cried Peter. “ Often . "
“ And so have I,” exclaimed another. So had all.
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" But he was very light to carry," she resumed,
intent upon her work, “and his father loved him so,
that it was no trouble: no trouble. And there is your
father at the door ! ”
She hurried out to meet him ; and little Bob in his

comforter - he had need of it, poor fellow - came in.
His tea was ready for him on the hob, and they all
tried who should help him to it most. Then the two
young Cratchits got upon his knees and laid, each
child , a little cheek against his face, as if they said
" Don't mind it, father. Don't be grieved !”
Bob was very cheerful with them , and spoke plea
santly to all the family. He looked at the work upon
the table, and praised the industry and speed of Mrs.
Cratchit and the girls. They would be done long be
fore Sunday, he said .
" Sunday! You went to -day, then , Robert ? " said
his wife.
“Yes, my dear," returned Bob. “ I wish you could
have gone. It would have done you good to see how
green a place it is. But you'll see it often. I pro
mised him that I would walk there on a Sunday. My
little, little child !” cried Bob. “ My little child !”
He broke down all at once. He couldn't help it.
If he could have helped it, he and his child would
have been farther apart perhaps than they were.
He left the room, and went up stairs into the room
above, which was lighted cheerfully, and hung with
Christmas. There was a chair set close beside the
child , and there were signs of some one having been
there, lately. Poor Bob sat down in it, and when he
had thought a little and composed himself, he kissed
the little face. He was reconciled to what had hap
pened, and went down again quite happy.
They drew about the fire, and talked ; the girls and
mother working still. Bob told them of the extraor
dinary kindness of Mr. Scrooge's nephew , whom he
had scarcely seen but once, and who, meeting him in

the street that day, and seeing that he looked a little
- " just a little down you know ,” said Bob, enquired
what had happened to distress him. “ On which ,"
said Bob, “ for he is the pleasantest-spoken gentleman
you ever heard, I told him. 'I am heartily sorry for
it, Mr. Cratchit,' he said, “ and heartily sorry for your
good wife.' By the bye, how he ever knew that, I don't
know ."
“Knew what, my dear ?” "
“ Why, that you were a good wife,” replied Bob.
" Everybody knows that !” said Peter.
“ Very well observed, my boy !” cried Bob . “ I
hope they do. 'Heartily sorry,' he said, ' for your
good wife. If I can be of service to you in any way,'
he said, giving me his card, 'that's where I live. Pray
come to me.' Now , it wasn't, ” cried Bob, "for the
sake of anything he might be able to do for us, so
much as for his kind way, that this was quite delight
ful. It really seemed as if he had known our Tiny
Tim , and felt with us."
“I'm sure he's a good soul! " said Mrs. Cratchit.
“ You would be surer of it, my dear," returned Bob,
" if you saw and spoke to him. I shouldn't be at all
surprised - mark what I say !—if he got Peter a better
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situation.”
" Only hear that, Peter, " said Mrs. Cratchit.
“ And then,” cried one of the girls, “Peter will be
keeping company with some one, and setting up for
himself.”
“ Get along with you ! " retorted Peter, grinning.
“It's just as likely as not,” said Bob, “one of these
days; though there's plenty of time for that, my dear,
A CHRISTMAS CAROL. IOI
But however and whenever we part from one another,

I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim
-shall we-or this first parting that there was among
-
us ? "
“Never, father !” cried they all.
" And I know ," said Bob, " I know , my dears, that
when we recollect how patient and how mild he was;
although he was a little, little child ; we shall not
quarrel easily among ourselves, and forget poor Tiny
Tim in doing it."
" No, never, father ! " they all cried again.
“ I am very happy," said little Bob, “ I am very
happy !"
Mrs. Cratchit kissed him, his daughters kissed him ,
the two young Cratchits kissed him, and Peter and
himself shook hands. Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish
essence was from God !
“ Spectre," said Scrooge, " something informs me
that our parting moment is at hand. I know it, but I
know not how. Tell me what man that was whom
we saw lying dead ? ”
The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come conveyed
him, as before — though at a different time, he thought:
indeed, there seemed no order in these latter visions,
save that they were in the Future-into the resorts of
business men, but showed him not himself. Indeed,
the Spirit did not stay for anything, but went straight
on, as to the end just now desired, until besought by
Scrooge to tarry for a moment.
“ This court,"" said Scrooge, " through which we
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hurry now , is where my place of occupation is, and has

been for a length of time. I see the house. Let me
behold what I shall be, in days to come!"
The Spirit stopped; the hand was pointed else

where.
“The house is yonder," Scrooge exclaimed. “ Why
do you point away? ”
The inexorable finger underwent no change.
Scrooge hastened to the window of his office, and
looked in. It was an office still, but not his. The
furniture was not the same, and the figure in the chair
was not himself. The Phantom pointed as before.
He joined it once again, and wondering why and
whither he had gone , accompanied it until they
reached an iron gate. He paused to look round be
fore entering
A churchyard. Here, then , the wretched man whose
name he had now to learn, lay underneath the ground.
It was a worthy place. Walled in by houses; overrun
by grass and weeds, the growth of vegetation's death,
not life ; choked up with too much burying; fat with
repleted appetite. A worthy place !
The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed
down to One. He advanced towards it trembling. The
Phantom was exactly as it had been, but he dreaded
that he saw new meaning in its solemn shape.
“Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you
point,” said Scrooge, " answer me one question. Are
these the shadows of the things that will be, or are
they shadows of the things that May be, only ? ”
Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by
which it stood.
“Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to
which, if persevered in , they must lead ," said Scrooge.
“But if the courses be departed from , the ends will
change. Say it is thus with what you show me!”
The Spirit was immovable as ever.

Scrooge crept towards it, trembling as he went;
and following the finger, read upon the stone of the
neglected grave his own name, EBENEZER SCROOGE.
“Am I that man who lay upon the bed ? ” he cried,
upon his knees.
The finger pointed from the grave to him , and
back again.
“ No, Spirit! Oh no, no ! "
The finger still was there.
“ Spirit !” he cried, tight clutching at its robe, "hear
me ! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man
I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show
me this, if I am past all hope !"
For the first time the hand appeared to shake.
" Good Spirit ,” he pursued , as down upon the
ground he fell before it : “ Your nature intercedes for
me, and pities me. Assure me that I yet may change
these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life ?”
The kind hand trembled.
“ I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to
keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present,
and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive
within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they
teach . Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on
this stone ! ”
In his agony, he caught the spectral hand. It
sought to free itself, but he was strong in his entreaty,
and detained it. The Spirit, stronger yet, repulsed him.
Holding up his hands in a last prayer to have his
fate reversed , he saw an alteration in the Phantom's
hood and dress. It shrunk , collapsed , and dwindled
down into a bedpost.
STAVE V.
The End of it.
Yes ! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was
his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of
all, the Time before him was his own , to make
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amends in !
" I will live in the Past, the Present,> and the
Future ! ” Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of
bed. “ The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
Oh Jacob Marley ! Heaven , and the Christmas Time
be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob;
on my knees !”
He was so fluttered and so glowing with good
intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer
to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his
conflict with the Spirit, and his face was wet with
tears.
"They are not torn down ," cried Scrooge, folding
one of his bed -curtains in his arms, “they are not
torn down, rings and all. They are here — I am here
—the shadows of the things that would have been,
may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will! ”
His hands were busy with his garments all this
time; turning them inside out, putting them on upside
down , tearing them , mislaying them , making them
parties to every kind of extravagance.
“ I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing
and crying in the same breath ; and making a perfect
Laocoon of himself with his stockings. " I am as light
as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry
as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man,
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year

to all the world! Hallo here ! Whoop ! Hallo !”
He had frisked into the sitting -room , and was now
standing there: perfectly winded .
“ There's the saucepan that the gruel was in!” cried
Scrooge, starting off again , and going round the fire
place. “ There's the door by which the Ghost of Jacob
Marley entered! There's the corner where the Ghost
of Christmas Present sat! There's the window where I
saw the wandering Spirits! It's all right, it's all true, it
all happened. Ha ha ha!”
Really, for a man who had been out of practice
for so many years, it was a splendid laugh , a most
illustrious laugh. The father of a long , long line of
brilliant laughs!
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“ I don't know what day of the month it is," said
Scrooge. “ I don't know how long I have been among
the Spirits. I don't know anything. I'm quite a baby.
Never mind. I don't care. I'd rather be a baby.
Hallo ! Whoop! Hallo here ! ”
He was checked in his transports by the churches
ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard .
Clash , clang, hammer ; ding, dong , bell. Bell , dong,
ding; hammer, clang, clash ! Oh, glorious, glorious !
Running to the window , he opened it, and put out
his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring,
cold ; cold , piping for the blood to dance to ; Golden
sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells.
Oh, glorious. Glorious!
" What's to -day ? " cried Scrooge, calling downward
to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered
in to look about him .
" Eh? ” returned the boy, with all his might ofwonder.
“ What's to -day, my fine fellow ? ” said Scrooge.

" To-day ,” replied the boy. “ Why , CHRISTMAS
DAY.”
“ It's Christmas Day !” said Scrooge to himself. “ I
haven't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one
night. They can do anything they like. Of course
they can . Of course they can . Hallo , my fine
fellow ! ”
“ Hallo !" returned the boy.
“ Do you know the Poulterer's, in the next street
but one, at the corner? ” Scrooge inquired.
“ I should hope I did,” replied the lad.
“ An intelligent boy ! " said Scrooge. “ A remark
able boy! Do you know whether they've sold the prize
Turkey that was hanging up there ?-Not the little
prize Turkey : the big one? ”
“ What, the one as big as me?” returned the boy.
“ What a delightful boy !” said Scrooge. “It's a
pleasure to talk to him . Yes, my buck !”"
“It's hanging there now," replied the boy. >
" Is it ?" said Scrooge. “Go and buy it. "
“ Walk -ER !” exclaimed the boy.
“ No, no, ” said Scrooge, “ I am in earnest. Go and
buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may give
them the directions where to take it. Come back with
the man, and I'll give you a shilling. Come back with
him in less than five minutes, and I'll give you half - a
crown ! ”
The boy was off like a shot. He must have had a
steady hand at a trigger who could have got a shot
off half so fast.
" I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's," whispered Scrooge,
rubbing his hands, and splitting with a laugh. " He
sha'n't know who sends it. It's twice the size of Tiny
Tim . Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending
it to Bob's will be !"
The hand in which he wrote the address was not a
steady one; but write it he did , somehow , and went
down stairs to open the street door, ready for the
coming of the poulterer's man . As he stood there,
waiting his arrival, the knocker caught his eye.
“ I shall love it as long as I live ! " cried Scrooge,
patting it with his hand. " I scarcely ever looked at
it before. What an honest expression it has in its face!
It's a wonderful knocker !—Here's the Turkey. Hallo!
Whoop! How are you ! Merry Christmas ! ”
It was a Turkey ! He never could have stood upon
his legs, that bird. He would have snapped 'em short
off in a minute, like sticks of sealing-wax.
“ Why , it's impossible to carry that to Camden
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Town,” said Scrooge. “ You must have a cab.”
The chuckle with which he said this , and the
chuckle with which he paid for the Turkey , and the
chuckle with which he paid for the cab, and the chuckle
with which he recompensed the boy, were only to
be exceeded by the chuckle with which he sat down
breathless in his chair again , and chuckled till he
cried.
Shaving was not an easy task , for his hand con
tinued to shake very much ; and shaving requires atten
tion, even when you don't dance while you are at it. But
if he had cut the end of his nose off, he would have put
a piece of sticking -plaister over it, and been quite
satisfied.
He dressed himself “ all in his best ," and at last
got out into the streets. The people were by this time
108 A CHRISTMAS CAROL
pouring forth , as he had seen them with the Ghost of

Christmas Present; and walking with his hands behind
him , Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted
smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant, in a word,
that three or four good -humouredfellows said “ Good
morning, sir ! A merry Christmas to you ! ” And
Scrooge said often afterwards, that of all the blithe
sounds he had ever heard , those were the blithest in
his ears .
He had not gone far, when coming on towards him
he beheld the portly gentleman , who had walked into
his counting-house the day before , and said “ Scrooge
and Marley's, I believe ?” It sent a pang across his
heart to think how this old gentleman would look upon
him when they met; but he knew what path lay straight
before him , and he took it.
“ My dear sir,” said Scrooge , quickening his pace,
and taking the old gentleman by both his hands.
"How do you do ? I hope you succeeded yesterday.
A merry Christmas to you,
It was very kind of you.
sir ! ”
“ Mr. Scrooge?”
" Yes , " said Scrooge. “ That is my name , and I
fear it may not be pleasant to you. Allow me to ask
your pardon . And will you have the goodness " -here
Scrooge whispered in his ear.
“ Lord bless me!" cried the gentleman , as if his
breath were taken away. “ My dear Mr. Scrooge , are
you serious ?"
“If you please ,” said Scrooge. “ Not a farthing less.
A great many back-payments are included in it, I
assure you. Will you do me that favour ? "
" My dear sir," said the other, shaking hands with

him. “ I don't know what to say to such munifi— "
" Don't say anything,> please ," retorted Scrooge.
“ Come and see me. Will you come and see me?"
“ I will!” cried the old gentleman . And it was
clear he meant to do it.
" Thank’ee ,” said Scrooge. “ I am much obliged
to you. I thank you fifty times. Bless you !"
He went to church , and walked about the streets
and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and
patted the children on the head , and questioned beg
gars , and looked down into the kitchens of houses,
and up to the windows; and found that everything
could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed that
any walk - that any thing - could give him so much
happiness. In the afternoon, he turned his steps
towards his nephew's house.
He passed the door a dozen times , before he had
the courage to go up and knock . But he made a
dash, anddid it:
“Is your master at home, my dear ? ” said Scrooge
to the girl. Nice girl! Very.
“ Yes, sir. ”
" Where is he, my love ? ” said Scrooge.
“ He's in the dining -room , sir, along with mistress.
I'll show you up stairs, if you please.”
“ Thank'ee. He knows me, " said Scrooge, with his
hand already on the dining-room lock . “I'll go in
here, my dear.”
He turned it gently, and sidled his face in , round
the door. They were looking at the table (which was
spread out in great array ); for these young house
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keepers are always nervous on such points , and like

to see that everything is right.
“ Fred !” said Scrooge.
Dear heart alive, how his niece by marriage started !
Scrooge had forgotten , for the moment, about her sit
ting in the corner with the footstool, or he wouldn't
have done it, on any account.
“ Why bless my soul! ” cried Fred, “ who's that? "
“ It's I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to
dinner. Will you let me in, Fred ? ”
Let him in ! It is a mercy he didn't shake his arm
off. He was at home in five minutes. Nothing could
be heartier. His niece looked just the same. So did
Topper when he came. So did the plump sister, when
she came. So did every one when they came. Won
derful party, wonderful games, wonderful unanimity,
won -der -ful happiness !
But he was early at the office next morning. Oh
he was early there. If he could only be there first,
and catch Bob Cratchit coming late! That was the
thing he had set his heart upon.
And he did it; yes he did ! The clock struck nine.
No Bob. A quarter-past. No Bob. He was full eigh
teen minutes and a half, behind his time. Scrooge sat
with his door wide open, that he might see him come
into the Tank.
His hat was off, before he opened the door; his
comforter too. He was on his stool in a jiffy ; driving
away with his pen , as if he were trying to overtake
nine o'clock .
" Hallo ! " growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice
as near as he could feign it. “ What do you mean by
coming here at this time of day ?"
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“ I am very sorry, sir," said Bob. “I am behind

my time.”
“You are !” repeated Scrooge. “ Yes. I think you
are.. Step this way, sir, if you please."
“It's only once a year , sir ,” pleaded Bob , appear
ing from the Tank. “It shall not be repeated. I was
making rather merry yesterday, sir."
“ Now , I'll tell you what, my friend,” said Scrooge,
"I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer.
And therefore ," he continued, leaping from his stool,
and giving Bob such a dig in the waistcoat that he
staggered back into the Tank again: " and therefore I
am about to raise your salary !”
Bob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler.
He had a momentary idea of knocking Scrooge down
with it, holding him , and calling to the people in the
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court for help and a strait -waistcoat.

“A merry Christmas , Bob !” said Scrooge, with an
earnestness that could not be mistaken , as he clapped
him on the back. “A merrier Christmas, Bob , my
good fellow , than I have given you for many a year!
I'll raise your salary, and endeavour to assist your
struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this
very afternoon , over a Christmas bowl of smoking
bishop, Bob ! Make up the fires, and buy another
coal-scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit ! ”
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all,
and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim , who did NOT
die , he was a second father. He became as good a
friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the
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good old city knew , or any other good old city, town,
or borough , in the good old world. Some people
laughed to see the alteration in him , but he let them
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laugh, and little heeded them ; for he was wise enough

to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for
good , at which some people did not have their fill of
laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as
these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as
well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins,
as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own
heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him .
He had no further intercourse with Spirits , but
lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle ever , after
wards; and it was always said of him , that he knew
how to keep Christmas well , if any man alive pos
sessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us,
and all of us ! And so , as Tiny Tim observed , God
bless Us, Every Anal
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A GHOST STORY OF CHRISTMAS.

CHRISTMAS CAROL IN PROSE

A GHOST STORY OF CHRISTMAS.

I ENDEAVOUR in this Ghostly little book , to raise

MARLEY was dead , to begin with.. There is no

scraping , clutching, covetous, old sinner ! Hard and

always about with him ; he iced his office in the dog

the pavement stones to warm them . The city clocks

" Christmas a humbug, uncle !” said Scrooge's

“ There are many things from which I might have

“ Because I fell in love."

in Scrooge's office. They had books and papers in

something had occurred to stop them in their useful

services to go before horses in carriages, and conduct

would have roared to lusty purpose. The owner of

Scrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action,

white comforter dangling below his waist ( for he

on Marley since his last mention of his seven -years'

thunder. Every room above, and every cask in the

guard , old shoes, two fish -baskets, washing -stand on

building. It was with great astonishment, and with a

observing him , and looking through his waistcoat,

“ How now !” said Scrooge, caustic and cold as

“You don't believe in me," observed the Ghost.

“ Why do you doubt your senses ? "

Ghost. " I made it link by link , and yard by yard ; I

will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you ?”

" Slow !" the Ghost repeated.

the cause of all its unavailing grief, and flung it heavily

" I - I think I'd rather not," said Scrooge.

Scrooge followed to the window : desperate in his

WHEN Scrooge awoke , it was so dark , that, look

because “ Three days after sight of this First of Ex

“ The hour itself,” said Scrooge, triumphantly, "and

jet of light, by which all this was visible; and which

not enough that you are one of those whose passions

wall, and stood upon an open country road, with fields

fields were so full of merry music, that the crisp air

in the place , which associated itself somehow with

And the Sultan's Groom turned upside down by the

and the room became a little darker and more dirty.

She clapped her hands and laughed , and tried to

" She died a woman," said the Ghost, “and had, as

Scrooge's former self, now grown a young man,

one vast substantial smile. In came the three Miss

there was a great piece of Cold Boiled, and there were

"Nothing particular," said Scrooge.

arms, and forced him to observe what happened

should have liked , I do confess, to have had the

and been a spring-time in the haggard winter of his

over him , he seized the extinguisher- cap , and by a

themselves on being acquainted with a move or two ,

seemed to shine. This idea taking full possession of

been; and though the Spirit's eyes were clear and

sion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. To

abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest

dull and stagnant-blooded race, appeared to know that

church and chapel, and away they came, flocking through