I HAVE endeavoured 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.

Their faithful Friend and Servant, C. D. December, 1843.


Stave I Marley's Ghost Stave II The First of the Three Spirits Stave III The Second of the Three Spirits Stave IV The Last of the Spirits

Stave V The End of It


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 undertaker, 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 permit 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 dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent 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

made his eyes red. The cold within him froze his old features. Scrooge! a squeezing. and on his eyebrows. Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-stone. shrivelled his cheek. scraping. he iced his office in . above the warehouse door Scrooge and Marley. stiffened his gait. old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint. It was all the same to him. grasping. his thin lips blue. and his wiry chin.spot--say Saint Paul's Churchyard for instance-literally to astonish his son's weak mind. covetous. and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head. secret. and solitary as an oyster. wrenching. and sometimes Marley. nipped his pointed nose. years afterwards. from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire. He carried his own low temperature always about with him. There it stood. and self-contained. Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name. The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the business called Scrooge Scrooge. clutching. but he answered to both names.

no wintry weather chill him. no children asked him what it was o'clock. how are you When will you come to see me No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle. and snow.the dog-days. no man or woman ever once in all his life inquired the way to such and such a place. of Scrooge. and when they saw him coming on. Even the blind men's dogs appeared to know him. could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose. no pelting rain less open to entreaty. No wind that blew was bitterer than he. and sleet. No . Foul weather didn't know where to have him. My dear Scrooge. The heaviest rain. with gladsome looks. and then would wag their tails as though they said. would tug their owners into doorways and up courts. and hail. No warmth could warm. and Scrooge never did. Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say. and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas. External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. They often came down handsomely.

and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them. beating their hands upon their breasts. It was cold. bleak. Once upon a time--of all the good days in the year. go wheezing up and down. The fog came pouring in at every chink and keyhole. biting weather foggy withal and he could hear the people in the court outside. but it was quite dark already-it had not been light all day--and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices.eye at all is better than an evil eye. To see the dingy cloud come drooping down. like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air. and was so dense without. on Christmas Eve--old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. The city clocks had only just gone three. was what the knowing ones call nuts to Scrooge. that although the court was of the narrowest. obscuring . warning all human sympathy to keep its distance. the houses opposite were mere phantoms. dark master! But what did Scrooge care! It was the very thing he liked. To edge his way along the crowded paths of life.

But he couldn't replenish it. one might have thought that Nature lived hard by. but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one coal. the master predicted that it would be necessary for them to part. The door of Scrooge's counting-house was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk. Humbug! . in which effort. It was the voice of Scrooge's nephew. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter. who in a dismal little cell beyond. and so surely as the clerk came in with the shovel. Scrooge had a very small fire. and tried to warm himself at the candle. who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach. Bah! said Scrooge. and was brewing on a large scale. a sort of tank. not being a man of a strong imagination. was copying letters. A merry Christmas. for Scrooge kept the coal-box in his own room. uncle! God save you! cried a cheerful voice. he failed.everything.

Bah! again. his eyes sparkled. You don't mean that. Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment. said. I am sure I do. . Come. that he was all in a glow. this nephew of Scrooge's. uncle! said Scrooge's nephew. uncle! said the nephew. Don't be cross. Christmas a humbug. his face was ruddy and handsome.He had so heated himself with rapid walking in the fog and frost. What right have you to be dismal What reason have you to be morose You're rich enough. and followed it up with Humbug. then. Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry What reason have you to be merry You're poor enough. and his breath smoked again. returned the nephew gaily. said Scrooge.

but not an hour richer. Keep it! repeated Scrooge's nephew. every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips. keep Christmas in your own way. a time for finding yourself a year older. He should! Uncle! pleaded the nephew. and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. .What else can I be. and let me keep it in mine. 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. But you don't keep it. when I live in such a world of fools as this Merry Christmas! Out upon merry Christmas! What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money. should be boiled with his own pudding. said Scrooge indignantly. returned the uncle. Nephew! returned the uncle sternly.

said Scrooge. the only time I know of. though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket. returned the nephew. and will do me good. I dare say.Let me leave it alone. by which I have not profited. I believe that it has done me good. if anything belonging to it can be apart from that--as a good time. charitable. Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you! There are many things from which I might have derived good. in the long calendar of the year. uncle. And therefore. forgiving. God bless it! . and I say. and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely. a kind. Christmas among the rest. when it has come round--apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin. then. and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave. pleasant time. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time.

He went the whole length of the expression. and you'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation! You're quite a powerful speaker. Why Why did you get married said Scrooge. Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety. said Scrooge. Because I fell in love. Scrooge said that he would see him--yes. indeed he did. he added.The clerk in the Tank involuntarily applauded. Let me hear another sound from you. . uncle. turning to his nephew. sir. Come! Dine with us to-morrow. and extinguished the last frail spark for ever. and said that he would see him in that extremity first. But why cried Scrooge's nephew. I wonder you don't go into Parliament. Don't be angry. he poked the fire.

and I'll keep my Christmas humour to the last. I want nothing from you. So A Merry Christmas. with all my heart. I am sorry. Why give it as a reason for not coming now Good afternoon. to find you so resolute. but you never came to see me before that happened. We have never had any quarrel. Good afternoon! Nay. to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas. uncle! . uncle. as if that were the only one thing in the world more ridiculous than a merry Christmas. said Scrooge. said Scrooge.Because you fell in love! growled Scrooge. I ask nothing of you. why cannot we be friends Good afternoon.

. notwithstanding. cold as he was. I'll retire to Bedlam. with their hats off. and a wife and family. He stopped at the outer door to bestow the greetings of the season on the clerk. There's another fellow.Good afternoon! said Scrooge. had let two other people in. for he returned them cordially. His nephew left the room without an angry word. with fifteen shillings a week. pleasant to behold. and bowed to him. muttered Scrooge. who overheard him my clerk. who. was warmer than Scrooge. in letting Scrooge's nephew out. talking about a merry Christmas. They were portly gentlemen. And A Happy New Year! Good afternoon! said Scrooge. in Scrooge's office. This lunatic. and now stood. They had books and papers in their hands.

and shook his head. presenting his credentials. taking up a pen. referring to his list. Scrooge replied. it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and destitute. We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner. and handed the credentials back. At this festive season of the year. Scrooge. I believe. Mr. or Mr. Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. said one of the gentlemen. for they had been two kindred spirits. At the ominous word liberality. It certainly was. Marley Mr. said the gentleman. He died seven years ago.Scrooge and Marley's. Scrooge. said the gentleman. Scrooge frowned. Marley has been dead these seven years. this very night. who suffer .

Oh! I was afraid. I wish I could say they were not. laying down the pen again. Are they still in operation They are. The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour. from what you said at first. Are there no prisons asked Scrooge. Still.greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries. said the gentleman. sir. Plenty of prisons. And the Union workhouses demanded Scrooge. then said Scrooge. returned the gentleman. sir. hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts. that something had occurred to stop them in their . Both very busy.

because it is a time. and those who are badly off must go there. when Want is keenly felt. said Scrooge. that is my answer. and means of warmth. . We choose this time. Since you ask me what I wish. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned--they cost enough. and Abundance rejoices. returned the gentleman. I don't make merry myself at Christmas and I can't afford to make idle people merry. gentlemen.useful course. Under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude. I'm very glad to hear it. a few of us are endeavouring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink. You wish to be anonymous I wish to be left alone. of all others. What shall I put you down for Nothing! Scrooge replied. said Scrooge.

that people ran about with flaring links. they had better do it. Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so. the gentlemen withdrew. and many would rather die. and decrease the surplus population. gentlemen! Seeing clearly that it would be useless to pursue their point. Besides--excuse me--I don't know that. Mine occupies me constantly. observed the gentleman. and in a more facetious temper than was usual with him. If they would rather die. and not to interfere with other people's. Scrooge resumed his labours with an improved opinion of himself. said Scrooge.Many can't go there. Good afternoon. Scrooge returned. proffering their . It's not my business. But you might know it. It's enough for a man to understand his own business.

with which it was next to impossible to believe that such dull principles as bargain and sale had anything to do. and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds. and turned to misanthropic ice. at the corner of the court. The cold became intense. Poulterers' and grocers' trades became a splendid joke a glorious pageant. whose gruff old bell was always peeping slily down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall. and conduct them on their way. became invisible. In the main street. in the stronghold of the . The brightness of the shops where holly sprigs and berries crackled in the lamp heat of the windows. The Lord Mayor. The ancient tower of a church. its overflowings sullenly congealed. made pale faces ruddy as they passed.services to go before horses in carriages. 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. with tremulous vibrations afterwards as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there. The water-plug being left in solitude.

The owner of one scant young nose. If the good Saint Dunstan had but nipped the Evil Spirit's nose with a touch of such weather as that. searching. Piercing. gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to keep Christmas as a Lord Mayor's household should. gnawed and mumbled by the hungry cold as bones are gnawed by dogs. biting cold. then indeed he would have roared to lusty purpose.mighty Mansion House. whom he had fined five shillings on the previous Monday for being drunk and bloodthirsty in the streets. stooped down at Scrooge's keyhole to regale him with a Christmas carol but at the first sound of God bless you. and colder. . Foggier yet. merry gentleman! May nothing you dismay! Scrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action. while his lean wife and the baby sallied out to buy the beef. stirred up to-morrow's pudding in his garret. and even the little tailor. instead of using his familiar weapons.

who instantly snuffed his candle out. I suppose said Scrooge. and tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the Tank. you don't think me ill-used. and put on his hat. you'd think yourself ill-used. sir. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it. I'll be bound The clerk smiled faintly. and it's not fair. If quite convenient. said Scrooge. said Scrooge. . And yet. It's not convenient. At length the hour of shutting up the counting-house arrived. With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted from his stool. when I pay a day's wages for no work. You'll want all day to-morrow.that the singer fled in terror. leaving the keyhole to the fog and even more congenial frost.

Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern. The office was closed in a twinkling. and the clerk.The clerk observed that it was only once a year. to play at blindman's-buff. went down a slide on Cornhill. A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every twenty-fifth of December! said Scrooge. at the end of a lane of boys. and then ran home to Camden Town as hard as he could pelt. with the long ends of his white comforter dangling below his waist (for he boasted no great-coat). in honour of its being Christmas Eve. Be here all the earlier next morning. buttoning his great-coat to the chin. and having read all the newspapers. But I suppose you must have the whole day. and Scrooge walked out with a growl. The clerk promised that he would. and beguiled the rest of the evening with his . twenty times.

except that it was very large. that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door. He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms. went home to bed. who knew its every stone. The fog and frost so hung about the black old gateway of the house. and dreary enough.banker's-book. It was old enough now. playing at hide-and-seek with other houses. and forgotten the way out again. The yard was so dark that even Scrooge. in a lowering pile of building up a yard. was fain to grope with his hands. that Scrooge had seen it. Now. for nobody lived in it but Scrooge. where it had so little business to be. It is also a fact. that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house. the other rooms being all let out as offices. night and morning. during his whole residence in that place. that it seemed as if the Genius of the Weather sat in mournful meditation on the threshold. it is a fact. also that Scrooge had as little of what .

they were perfectly motionless. and its livid colour. That. The hair was curiously stirred. Marley's face. saw in the knocker. It was not angry or ferocious. how it happened that Scrooge. though the eyes were wide open. even including--which is a bold word--the corporation. since his last mention of his seven years' dead partner that afternoon. but its horror seemed to be in spite of the face and beyond its control. And then let any man explain to me. and. made it horrible. without its undergoing any intermediate process of change--not a knocker. if he can.is called fancy about him as any man in the city of London. but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead. like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. and livery. but Marley's face. aldermen. but had a dismal light about it. as if by breath or hot air. It was not in impenetrable shadow as the other objects in the yard were. Let it also be borne in mind that Scrooge had not bestowed one thought on Marley. rather than a part of . having his key in the lock of the door.

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 relinquished, 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 recollection of the face to desire to do that.

Sitting-room, bedroom, 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 himself 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

seven years dead. he sat down again. and yet that face of Marley. came like the ancient Prophet's rod. Apostles putting off to sea in butter-boats. Queens of Sheba. Angelic messengers descending through the air on clouds like feather-beds. and walked across the room. He was obliged to sit close to it. with power to shape some picture on its surface from the disjointed fragments of his thoughts. designed to illustrate the Scriptures. Belshazzars. The fireplace was an old one. there would have been a copy of old Marley's head on every one. Abrahams. built by some Dutch merchant long ago. There were Cains and Abels. and swallowed up the whole. hundreds of figures to attract his thoughts. before he could extract the least sensation of warmth from such a handful of fuel. and paved all round with quaint Dutch tiles. After several turns. and brood over it. Humbug! said Scrooge. As he . If each smooth tile had been a blank at first. Pharaoh's daughters.bitter night.

and communicated for some purpose now forgotten with a chamber in the highest story of the building. that as he looked. and then he heard the noise much louder. his glance happened to rest upon a bell. and with a strange.threw his head back in the chair. then coming up the stairs. or a minute. a disused bell. and so did every bell in the house. together. he saw this bell begin to swing. that hung in the room. as if some person were dragging a heavy chain over the casks in the wine-merchant's cellar. but soon it rang out loudly. The bells ceased as they had begun. The cellar-door flew open with a booming sound. inexplicable dread. deep down below. then coming straight . It swung so softly in the outset that it scarcely made a sound. but it seemed an hour. Scrooge then remembered to have heard that ghosts in haunted houses were described as dragging chains. This might have lasted half a minute. It was with great astonishment. They were succeeded by a clanking noise. on the floors below.

His body was transparent. observing him. I won't believe it. His colour changed though. padlocks. it came on through the heavy door. Marley's Ghost! and fell again. ledgers. and the hair upon his head. Upon its coming in. It was long. The chain he drew was clasped about his middle. deeds. and his coat-skirts. and wound about him like a tail. It's humbug still! said Scrooge.towards his door. the tassels on the latter bristling. the dying flame leaped up. as though it cried. keys. when. without a pause. Marley in his pigtail. and heavy purses wrought in steel. . and passed into the room before his eyes. I know him. and looking through his waistcoat. usual waistcoat. like his pigtail. tights and boots. and it was made (for Scrooge observed it closely) of cash-boxes. could see the two buttons on his coat behind. The same face the very same. so that Scrooge.

Who were you then said Scrooge. he was still incredulous. You're particular. He was going . but he had never believed it until now. What do you want with me Much!--Marley's voice. caustic and cold as ever. and saw it standing before him. which wrapper he had not observed before. How now! said Scrooge.Scrooge had often heard it said that Marley had no bowels. raising his voice. no doubt about it. Though he looked the phantom through and through. though he felt the chilling influence of its death-cold eyes. and fought against his senses. Who are you Ask me who I was. nor did he believe it even now. No. and marked the very texture of the folded kerchief bound about its head and chin. for a shade.

to say to a shade. as if he were quite used to it. but substituted this. . 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. But the ghost sat down on the opposite side of the fireplace. Do it. Scrooge asked the question. Can you--can you sit down asked Scrooge. as more appropriate. it might involve the necessity of an embarrassing explanation. then. Jacob Marley. observed the Ghost. You don't believe in me. I can. In life I was your partner. looking doubtfully at him.

said Scrooge. a crumb of cheese. a fragment of an underdone potato. You may be an undigested bit of beef. whatever you are! Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes. said Scrooge. as a means of distracting his own attention. There's more of gravy than of grave about you. a little thing affects them. by any means waggish then. The truth is. What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of your senses I don't know. said Scrooge. in his heart. and keeping down his terror. a blot of mustard.I don't. Why do you doubt your senses Because. nor did he feel. for the spectre's voice disturbed the very marrow in his bones. A slight disorder of the stomach makes them cheats. that he tried to be smart. .

To sit. But I see it. staring at those fixed glazed eyes. Scrooge felt. notwithstanding. its hair. I have but to swallow . and wishing. said the Ghost. You are not looking at it. were still agitated as by the hot vapour from an oven. the very deuce with him. for the reason just assigned. There was something very awful. Well! returned Scrooge. for though the Ghost sat perfectly motionless. and skirts. replied the Ghost. and tassels. said Scrooge. returning quickly to the charge. would play. too. in the spectre's being provided with an infernal atmosphere of its own. to divert the vision's stony gaze from himself. You see this toothpick said Scrooge. in silence for a moment. though it were only for a second. I do. Scrooge could not feel it himself. but this was clearly the case.

and clasped his hands before his face. But how much greater was his horror. Mercy! he said. and be for the rest of my days persecuted by a legion of goblins. I tell you! humbug! At this the spirit raised a frightful cry. all of my own creation. to save himself from falling in a swoon. Dreadful apparition. do you believe in me or not I do. its lower jaw dropped down upon its breast! Scrooge fell upon his knees. why do you trouble me Man of the worldly mind! replied the Ghost. said Scrooge. But why do spirits . I must.this. as if it were too warm to wear indoors. Humbug. and shook its chain with such a dismal and appalling noise. that Scrooge held on tight to his chair. when the phantom taking off the bandage round its head.

I girded it on of my own free will. trembling. that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen. Is its pattern strange to you . and of my own free will I wore it. and shook its chain and wrung its shadowy hands. replied the Ghost. and yard by yard. but might have shared on earth. it is condemned to do so after death. I made it link by link. and why do they come to me It is required of every man. You are fettered. the Ghost returned. and travel far and wide.walk the earth. woe is me!--and witness what it cannot share. and turned to happiness! Again the spectre raised a cry. said Scrooge. Tell me why I wear the chain I forged in life. It is doomed to wander through the world--oh. and if that spirit goes not forth in life.

in the expectation of finding himself surrounded by some fifty or sixty fathoms of iron cable but he could see nothing. A very little more is all permitted to me. pursued the Ghost.Scrooge trembled more and more. since. Old Jacob Marley. I cannot rest. he said. imploringly. Jacob! I have none to give. the Ghost replied. You have laboured on it. the weight and length of the strong coil you bear yourself It was full as heavy and as long as this. I cannot linger anywhere. It comes from other regions. to other kinds of men. My spirit never walked . I cannot stay. Nor can I tell you what I would. tell me more. Jacob. Speak comfort to me. and is conveyed by other ministers. seven Christmas Eves ago. Ebenezer Scrooge. Or would you know. It is a ponderous chain! Scrooge glanced about him on the floor.

but without lifting up his eyes. And travelling all the time! The whole time. though with humility and deference. Slow! the Ghost repeated. and weary journeys lie before me! It was a habit with Scrooge. Scrooge observed. to put his hands in his breeches pockets. You must have been very slow about it. Incessant torture of remorse.beyond our counting-house--mark me!--in life my spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing hole. Seven years dead. mused Scrooge. whenever he became thoughtful. Pondering on what the Ghost had said. Jacob. said the Ghost. he did so now. no peace. . or getting off his knees. in a business-like manner. No rest.

for this earth must pass into eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is all developed. on hearing this. that ages of incessant labour by immortal creatures. cried the phantom.You travel fast said Scrooge. bound. On the wings of the wind. The Ghost. not to know. replied the Ghost. that the Ward would have been justified in indicting it for a nuisance. Not to know that no space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity . You might have got over a great quantity of ground in seven years. said Scrooge. set up another cry. Oh! captive. Not to know that any Christian spirit working kindly in its little sphere. and clanked its chain so hideously in the dead silence of the night. whatever it may be. and double-ironed. will find its mortal life too short for its vast means of usefulness.

and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode! Were there no poor homes to . Jacob. I suffer most. and benevolence. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down. the spectre said. forbearance. and flung it heavily upon the ground again. my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business! It held up its chain at arm's length. as if that were the cause of all its unavailing grief. Mankind was my business. At this time of the rolling year. charity. Business! cried the Ghost. were. all. faltered Scrooge. The common welfare was my business.misused! Yet such was I! Oh! such was I! But you were always a good man of business. wringing its hands again. who now began to apply this to himself. mercy.

That is no light part of my penance. said Scrooge. and wiped the perspiration from his brow. It was not an agreeable idea. I have sat invisible beside you many and many a day. and began to quake exceedingly.which its light would have conducted me! Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going on at this rate. pursued the Ghost. I will. that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. Jacob! Pray! How it is that I appear before you in a shape that you can see. My time is nearly gone. But don't be hard upon me! Don't be flowery. I may not tell. Hear me! cried the Ghost. A . Scrooge shivered. I am here to-night to warn you.

Thank'ee! You will be haunted. . It is. in a faltering voice. by Three Spirits. said the Ghost. when the bell tolls One. said Scrooge. Without their visits. Ebenezer. Expect the first to-morrow. Is that the chance and hope you mentioned. Jacob he demanded. you cannot hope to shun the path I tread.chance and hope of my procuring. said Scrooge. You were always a good friend to me. I--I think I'd rather not. Scrooge's countenance fell almost as low as the Ghost's had done. resumed the Ghost.

and look that. you remember what has passed between us! When it had said these words. . so that when the spectre reached it. as before. when the jaws were brought together by the bandage. and bound it round its head. Scrooge knew this. and found his supernatural visitor confronting him in an erect attitude. and have it over. with its chain wound over and about its arm. the spectre took its wrapper from the table. Jacob hinted Scrooge. it was wide open. The apparition walked backward from him. He ventured to raise his eyes again. The third upon the next night when the last stroke of Twelve has ceased to vibrate. Look to see me no more. and at every step it took. the window raised itself a little. for your own sake. by the smart sound its teeth made. Expect the second on the next night at the same hour.Couldn't I take 'em all at once.

Scrooge stopped. he became sensible of confused noises in the air. The spectre. after listening for a moment. Marley's Ghost held up its hand. none were free. Not so much in obedience. as in surprise and fear for on the raising of the hand. warning him to come no nearer. which he did. incoherent sounds of lamentation and regret.It beckoned Scrooge to approach. wandering hither and thither in restless haste. and floated out upon the bleak. joined in the mournful dirge. wailings inexpressibly sorrowful and self-accusatory. dark night. Every one of them wore chains like Marley's Ghost. some few (they might be guilty governments) were linked together. Many had been personally known to Scrooge in their lives. He . The air was filled with phantoms. When they were within two paces of each other. Scrooge followed to the window desperate in his curiosity. and moaning as they went. He looked out.

whom it saw below. from the emotion he had undergone. and examined the door by which the Ghost had entered.had been quite familiar with one old ghost. and had lost the power for ever. The misery with them all was. Scrooge closed the window. or the lateness of the hour. Whether these creatures faded into mist. upon a door-step. who cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant. or his glimpse of the Invisible World. He tried to say Humbug! but stopped at the first syllable. But they and their spirit voices faded together. he could not tell. or the dull conversation of the Ghost. for good. that they sought to interfere. as he had locked it with his own hands. much in need of repose. or mist enshrouded them. and the night became as it had been when he walked home. in human matters. and the bolts were undisturbed. And being. with a monstrous iron safe attached to its ankle. in a white waistcoat. It was double-locked. went straight to . clearly. or the fatigues of the day.

that looking out of bed. without undressing. The clock was wrong. . then stopped. He was endeavouring to pierce the darkness with his ferret eyes. To his great astonishment the heavy bell went on from six to seven. and regularly up to twelve. and fell asleep upon the instant. An icicle must have got into the works. and from seven to eight. Its rapid little pulse beat twelve and stopped. Twelve! He touched the spring of his repeater. to correct this most preposterous clock. when the chimes of a neighbouring church struck the four quarters. STAVE II THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS WHEN Scrooge awoke.bed. So he listened for the hour. Twelve! It was past two when he went to bed. it was so dark. he could scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of his chamber.

would have become a mere United States' security if there were no days to count by. It isn't possible that anything has happened to the sun. because three days after sight of this First of Exchange pay to Mr. that I can have slept through a whole day and far into another night. All he could make out was.Why. Ebenezer Scrooge or his order. and groped his way to the window. and the more he endeavoured . it isn't possible. He was obliged to rub the frost off with the sleeve of his dressing-gown before he could see anything. and thought. and could see very little then. and taken possession of the world. and thought it over and over and over. and this is twelve at noon! The idea being an alarming one. and so forth. the more perplexed he was. Scrooge went to bed again. and making a great stir. The more he thought. said Scrooge. and could make nothing of it. that it was still very foggy and extremely cold. and that there was no noise of people running to and fro. This was a great relief. he scrambled out of bed. and thought. as there unquestionably would have been if night had beaten off bright day.

not to think. counting. the more he thought. and presented the same problem to be worked all through. He resolved to lie awake until the hour was passed. to its first position. Every time he resolved within himself. At length it broke upon his listening ear. said Scrooge. after mature inquiry. on a sudden. considering that he could no more go to sleep than go to Heaven. Was it a dream or not Scrooge lay in this state until the chime had gone three quarters more. and missed the clock. . dong! A quarter past. The quarter was so long. Marley's Ghost bothered him exceedingly. his mind flew back again. this was perhaps the wisest resolution in his power. that it was all a dream. Ding. and. that the Ghost had warned him of a visitation when the bell tolled one. when he remembered. that he was more than once convinced he must have sunk into a doze unconsciously. like a strong spring released.

Ding. found himself face to face with the . and Scrooge. said Scrooge. which it now did with a deep. by a hand. Ding. melancholy ONE. said Scrooge. Not the curtains at his feet. nor the curtains at his back. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside. dong! Half-past! said Scrooge. but those to which his face was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside. hollow. Light flashed up in the room upon the instant. dull. triumphantly. I tell you. starting up into a half-recumbent attitude. and nothing else! He spoke before the hour bell sounded. and the curtains of his bed were drawn. dong! The hour itself. dong! A quarter to it.Ding.

in singular contradiction of that wintry emblem. It wore a tunic of the purest white. in its duller moments. the sheen of which was beautiful. Its hair. and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it. was white as if with age. and round its waist was bound a lustrous belt. The arms were very long and muscular. It was a strange figure--like a child yet not so like a child as like an old man. most delicately formed. a great extinguisher for a cap. bare. as if its hold were of uncommon strength.unearthly visitor who drew them as close to it as I am now to you. and being diminished to a child's proportions. and the tenderest bloom was on the skin. Its legs and feet. It held a branch of fresh green holly in its hand. . But the strangest thing about it was. had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. were. like those upper members. which it now held under its arm. and which was doubtless the occasion of its using. by which all this was visible. the hands the same. and I am standing in the spirit at your elbow. which hung about its neck and down its back. and. viewed through some supernatural medium. that from the crown of its head there sprung a bright clear jet of light. which gave him the appearance of having receded from the view.

as if instead of being so close beside him. now with one leg. I am! The voice was soft and gentle. it would be itself again. .Even this. And in the very wonder of this. so the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness being now a thing with one arm. when Scrooge looked at it with increasing steadiness. was not its strangest quality. no outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away. Who. and what are you Scrooge demanded. For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another. though. Singularly low. it were at a distance. now a pair of legs without a head. sir. now with twenty legs. whose coming was foretold to me asked Scrooge. now a head without a body of which dissolving parts. at another time was dark. distinct and clear as ever. and what was light one instant. Are you the Spirit.

He then made bold to inquire what business brought him there. Perhaps. and begged him to be covered. Your past.I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. and force me through whole trains of years to wear it low upon my brow! Scrooge reverently disclaimed all intention to offend or any knowledge of having wilfully bonneted the Spirit at any period of his life. . What! exclaimed the Ghost. Long Past inquired Scrooge observant of its dwarfish stature. but he had a special desire to see the Spirit in his cap. Scrooge could not have told anybody why. if anybody could have asked him. with worldly hands. the light I give Is it not enough that you are one of those whose passions made this cap. would you so soon put out. No.

Your welfare! said the Ghost. The Spirit must have heard him thinking. dressing-gown. but could not help thinking that a night of unbroken rest would have been more conducive to that end. and nightcap. for it said immediately Your reclamation. He rose but finding that the Spirit . then. and that he had a cold upon him at that time. 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. Take heed! It put out its strong hand as it spoke. Scrooge expressed himself much obliged. though gentle as a woman's hand. that bed was warm. and clasped him gently by the arm. that he was clad but lightly in his slippers. and the thermometer a long way below freezing. The grasp. was not to be resisted.

cold. with snow upon the ground. as he looked about him. for it was a clear. I was a boy here! The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. with fields on either hand. The city had entirely vanished. and stood upon an open country road. winter day. I am a mortal. clasped his robe in supplication.made towards the window. Bear but a touch of my hand there. though it had been light and instantaneous. He was conscious . and liable to fall. laying it upon his heart. I was bred in this place. they passed through the wall. and you shall be upheld in more than this! As the words were spoken. appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. The darkness and the mist had vanished with it. Good Heaven! said Scrooge. Its gentle touch. Scrooge remonstrated. clasping his hands together. Not a vestige of it was to be seen. said the Spirit.

of a thousand odours floating in the air. Scrooge recognising every gate. until a little market-town appeared in the distance. long. You recollect the way inquired the Spirit. and post. and hopes. and cares long. And what is that upon your cheek Scrooge muttered. They walked along the road. that it was a pimple. Remember it! cried Scrooge with fervour. Strange to have forgotten it for so many years! observed the Ghost. with its bridge. each one connected with a thousand thoughts. I could walk it blindfold. and begged the Ghost to lead him where he would. and winding river. and tree. Let us go on. forgotten! Your lip is trembling. with an unusual catching in his voice. said the Ghost. . and joys. its church.

and as they came. driven by farmers. that the crisp air laughed to hear it! These are but shadows of the things that have been. who called to other boys in country gigs and carts. neglected by his friends. All these boys were in great spirits. said the Ghost. and his heart leap up as they went past! Why was he filled with gladness when he heard them give each other Merry Christmas. 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. Why was he rejoiced beyond all bounds to see them! Why did his cold eye glisten. They have no consciousness of us. is left there still. until the broad fields were so full of merry music. said the Ghost.Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their backs. and shouted to each other. A solitary child. . Scrooge knew and named them every one. as they parted at cross-roads and bye-ways. The jocund travellers came on.

the Ghost and Scrooge. cold. to a door at the back of the house. and glancing through the open doors of many rooms. and their gates decayed. and vast. which associated itself somehow with too much getting up by candle-light. their walls were damp and mossy. a chilly bareness in the place. Fowls clucked and strutted in the stables. Nor was it more retentive of its ancient state. and disclosed a long. melancholy room. but one of broken fortunes. They left the high-road. They went. and not too much to eat. made barer still by . across the hall. and the coach-houses and sheds were over-run with grass. their windows broken. and a bell hanging in it. for the spacious offices were little used. on the roof. There was an earthy savour in the air.Scrooge said he knew it. It was a large house. by a well-remembered lane. And he sobbed. they found them poorly furnished. with a little weathercock-surmounted cupola. It opened before them. for entering the dreary hall. within. and soon approached a mansion of dull red brick. bare.

not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar. and Scrooge sat down upon a form. I know! One Christmas time. The Spirit touched him on the arm. . it's Ali Baba! Scrooge exclaimed in ecstasy. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire. not a clicking in the fire. not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door. with an axe stuck in his belt. and gave a freer passage to his tears. It's dear old honest Ali Baba! Yes. but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with a softening influence. Suddenly a man. and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be. Not a latent echo in the house. Why. and leading by the bridle an ass laden with wood. not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind. no. when yonder solitary child was left here all alone. yes. not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the panelling. and pointed to his younger self.lines of plain deal forms and desks. in foreign garments wonderfully real and distinct to look at stood outside the window. intent upon his reading.

for the first time. would have been a surprise to his business friends in the city. just like that. Robin Crusoe' The man thought he was dreaming. and his wild brother. there they go! And what's his name. in a most extraordinary voice between laughing and crying. you know. Orson. There goes Friday. and to see his heightened and excited face. where have you been. there he is upon his head! Serve him right. said Scrooge. at the Gate of Damascus. there he is! Poor Robin Crusoe. There's the Parrot! cried Scrooge. who was put down in his drawers. when he came home again after sailing round the island. he called him. indeed. What business had he to be married to the Princess! To hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of his nature on such subjects. don't you see him! And the Sultan's Groom turned upside down by the Genii. Green body and yellow tail.he did come. I'm glad of it. It was the Parrot. 'Poor Robin Crusoe. but he wasn't. running for his life to the little creek! Halloa! Hoop! Halloo! . with a thing like a lettuce growing out of the top of his head. Poor boy! And Valentine. asleep.

The panels shrunk. Nothing. Scrooge muttered. Nothing. and looking about him. fragments of plaster fell out of the ceiling. he said. Poor boy! and cried again. in pity for his former self.Then. and waved its hand saying as it did so. There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night. but how . putting his hand in his pocket. I should like to have given him something that's all. Let us see another Christmas! Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words. with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his usual character. and the room became a little darker and more dirty. I wish. after drying his eyes with his cuff but it's too late now. What is the matter asked the Spirit. said Scrooge. and the naked laths were shown instead. the windows cracked. The Ghost smiled thoughtfully.

but walking up and down despairingly. that there he was. that everything had happened so. Home. for good and all.all this was brought about. clapping her tiny hands. It opened. Home. home! Home. and with a mournful shaking of his head. He was not reading now. Father is so much kinder . little Fan returned the boy. dear brother. Yes! said the child. and bending down to laugh. and often kissing him. He only knew that it was quite correct. glanced anxiously towards the door. for ever and ever. I have come to bring you home. Scrooge knew no more than you do. To bring you home. when all the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays. and a little girl. brimful of glee. dear brother! said the child. addressed him as her Dear. and putting her arms about his neck. much younger than the boy. Scrooge looked at the Ghost. home. came darting in. alone again.

nothing loth to go. and have the merriest time in all the world. that I was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come home. She clapped her hands and laughed. you should. Then she began to drag him. and stood on tiptoe to embrace him. Bring down Master Scrooge's box. but first. towards the door. And you're to be a man! said the child.than he used to be. who glared on Master Scrooge with a ferocious condescension. but being too little. accompanied her. opening her eyes. and threw him into a dreadful state of mind by shaking hands with him. and he said Yes. in her childish eagerness. and tried to touch his head. A terrible voice in the hall cried. You are quite a woman. He then conveyed him and his . we're to be together all the Christmas long. laughed again. and sent me in a coach to bring you. that home's like Heaven! He spoke so gently to me one dear night when I was going to bed. little Fan! exclaimed the boy. and he. and are never to come back here. there! and in the hall appeared the schoolmaster himself.

sending out a meagre servant to offer a glass of something to the postboy.sister into the veriest old well of a shivering best-parlour that ever was seen. the children bade the schoolmaster good-bye right willingly. who answered that he thanked the gentleman. and a block of curiously heavy cake. 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. But she had a large heart! So she had. Always a delicate creature. said the Ghost. whom a breath might have withered. You're right. cried Scrooge. I will not gainsay it. Master Scrooge's trunk being by this time tied on to the top of the chaise. and getting into it. Spirit. were waxy with cold. but if it was the same tap as he had tasted before. and the celestial and terrestrial globes in the windows. where the maps upon the wall. he had rather not. Here he produced a decanter of curiously light wine. and administered instalments of those dainties to the young people at the same time. God forbid! .

and all the strife and tumult of a real city were. they were now in the busy thoroughfares of a city. that here too it was Christmas time again. and had. children.She died a woman. but it was evening. as I think. The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door. where shadowy carts and coaches battled for the way. True. Scrooge returned. where shadowy passengers passed and repassed. It was made plain enough. and asked Scrooge if he knew it. Although they had but that moment left the school behind them. Your nephew! Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind. said the Ghost. . Yes. One child. said the Ghost. and the streets were lighted up. by the dressing of the shops. and answered briefly.

sitting behind such a high desk. Dick Wilkins. Scrooge cried in great excitement Why. it's old Fezziwig! Bless his heart. that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling. Was I apprenticed here! They went in. from his shoes to his organ of benevolence. rich.Know it! said Scrooge. which pointed to the hour of seven. fat. now grown a young man. At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig. . there! Ebenezer! Dick! Scrooge's former self. to be sure! said Scrooge to the Ghost. oily. He rubbed his hands. came briskly in. and called out in a comfortable. accompanied by his fellow-'prentice. it's Fezziwig alive again! Old Fezziwig laid down his pen. jovial voice Yo ho. laughed all over himself. and looked up at the clock. adjusted his capacious waistcoat.

Clear away. with a sharp clap of his hands. yes. my boys! said Fezziwig. panting like race-horses.Bless me. two. six--barred 'em and pinned 'em--seven. He was very much attached to me. There he is. It was done in a minute. my lads. No more work to-night. 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. with wonderful agility. cried old Fezziwig. Hilli-ho! cried old Fezziwig. Poor Dick! Dear. was Dick. skipping down from the high desk. Ebenezer! Clear away! There was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away. or couldn't have cleared away. Christmas. Dick. nine--and came back before you could have got to twelve. Every movable was packed off. Dick! Chirrup. as if . three--had 'em up in their places--four. and let's have lots of room here! Hilli-ho. Ebenezer! Let's have the shutters up. five. Christmas Eve. with old Fezziwig looking on. dear! Yo ho. eight.

In came the boy from over the way. In came the three Miss Fezziwigs. In they all came. beaming and lovable. as you would desire to see upon a winter's night. who was suspected of not having board enough from his master. Away they all went.it were dismissed from public life for evermore. some shyly. trying to hide himself behind the girl from next door but one. the baker. and made an orchestra of it. and the warehouse was as snug. some pushing. fuel was heaped upon the fire. some awkwardly. some boldly. one vast substantial smile. In came a fiddler with a music-book. anyhow and everyhow. Fezziwig. and warm. and tuned like fifty stomach-aches. In came the six young followers whose hearts they broke. and dry. in they all came. with her cousin. who was proved to have had her ears pulled by her mistress. and went up to the lofty desk. In came Mrs. the lamps were trimmed. In came all the young men and women employed in the business. with her brother's particular friend. In came the housemaid. some pulling. the floor was swept and watered. twenty couple at once. hands half round and back again . the milkman. some gracefully. In came the cook. and bright a ball-room. one after another.

upon his reappearance. when the fiddler (an artful dog. new top couple starting off again. and there were forfeits. and more dances. There were more dances. down the middle and up again. or perish. and there was a great piece of Cold Boiled. cried out.the other way. 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. on a shutter. Then . old Fezziwig. But scorning rest. round and round in various stages of affectionate grouping. especially provided for that purpose. he instantly began again. and not a bottom one to help them! When this result was brought about. and there were mince-pies. Well done! and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter. and he were a bran-new man resolved to beat him out of sight. exhausted. though there were no dancers yet. and there was cake. as if the other fiddler had been carried home. and plenty of beer. old top couple always turning up in the wrong place. all top couples at last. and there was negus. as soon as they got there. clapping his hands to stop the dance. and there was a great piece of Cold Roast. But the great effect of the evening came after the Roast and Boiled.

old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. corkscrew. people who were not to be trifled with. and back again to your place. and I'll use it. Top couple. and had no notion of walking. what would have become of them next. she was worthy to be his partner in every sense of the term. . three or four and twenty pair of partners. and came upon his feet again without a stagger. with a good stiff piece of work cut out for them. When the clock struck eleven. If that's not high praise. As to her. thread-the-needle. A positive light appeared to issue from Fezziwig's calves. Fezziwig cut--cut so deftly. advance and retire. people who would dance. tell me higher. Fezziwig. that he appeared to wink with his legs. You couldn't have predicted. They shone in every part of the dance like moons. four times--old Fezziwig would have been a match for them. too. But if they had been twice as many--ah. Fezziwig. bow and curtsey. Fezziwig had gone all through the dance. at any given time. And when old Fezziwig and Mrs. this domestic ball broke up. both hands to your partner. and so would Mrs.

which were under a counter in the back-shop. and with his former self. and became conscious that it was looking full upon him. He corroborated everything. enjoyed everything. said the Ghost. that he remembered the Ghost.Mr. and thus the cheerful voices died away. wished him or her a Merry Christmas. while the light upon its head burnt very clear. to make these silly folks so full of gratitude. and shaking hands with every person individually as he or she went out. When everybody had retired but the two 'prentices. . and underwent the strangest agitation. and the lads were left to their beds. they did the same to them. when the bright faces of his former self and Dick were turned from them. His heart and soul were in the scene. Fezziwig took their stations. During the whole of this time. Small! echoed Scrooge. one on either side of the door. and Mrs. remembered everything. It was not until now. Scrooge had acted like a man out of his wits. A small matter.

Why! Is it not He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money three or four perhaps. self. heated by the remark. It isn't that. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy. not his latter. in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up what then The happiness he gives. and stopped. . Spirit.The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices. said. Is that so much that he deserves this praise It isn't that. He felt the Spirit's glance. What is the matter asked the Ghost. to make our service light or burdensome. said Scrooge. who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig and when he had done so. is quite as great as if it cost a fortune. Say that his power lies in words and looks. and speaking unconsciously like his former. a pleasure or a toil.

No. No. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years. a man in the prime of life. . restless motion in the eye. greedy. His former self turned down the lamps as he gave utterance to the wish.Nothing particular. My time grows short. Quick! This was not addressed to Scrooge. and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall. said Scrooge. which showed the passion that had taken root. That's all. observed the Spirit. or to any one whom he could see. and Scrooge and the Ghost again stood side by side in the open air. I think the Ghost insisted. Something. He was older now. but it produced an immediate effect. said Scrooge. but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. I should like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk just now. There was an eager. For again Scrooge saw himself.

she said. softly. All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty. which sparkled in the light that shone out of the Ghost of Christmas Past. very little.He was not alone. A golden one. and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth! You fear the world too much. and if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come. Another idol has displaced me. as I would have tried to do. This is the even-handed dealing of the world! he said. but sat by the side of a fair young girl in a mourning-dress in whose eyes there were tears. What Idol has displaced you he rejoined. It matters little. I have no just cause to grieve. I have seen your . gently. she answered. To you.

we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. . Even if I have grown so much wiser. That which promised happiness when we were one in heart.nobler aspirations fall off one by one. Your own feeling tells you that you were not what you are. is fraught with misery now that we are two. what then I am not changed towards you. in good season. It is enough that I have thought of it. How often and how keenly I have thought of this. until. You are changed. he said impatiently. Am I Our contract is an old one. Have I not What then he retorted. engrosses you. I was a boy. you were another man. I will not say. she returned. until the master-passion. Gain. She shook her head. I am. It was made when we were both poor and content to be so. When it was made.

upon him. another Hope as its great end. I would gladly think otherwise if I could. she answered. in an altered spirit.and can release you. No. I know how strong and irresistible it must be. in spite of himself. no! He seemed to yield to the justice of this supposition. But he said with a struggle. looking mildly. In everything that made my love of any worth or value in your sight. If this had never been between us. But if you . in another atmosphere of life. said the girl. In what. but with steadiness. would you seek me out and try to win me now Ah. Have I ever sought release In words. Heaven knows! When I have learned a Truth like this. tell me. You think not. Never. then In a changed nature.

You may--the memory of what is past half makes me hope you will--have pain in this. and you will dismiss the recollection of it. choosing her. May you be happy in the life you have chosen! She left him. Why do you delight to torture me . show me no more! Conduct me home. can even I believe that you would choose a dowerless girl--you who. do I not know that your repentance and regret would surely follow I do. in your very confidence with her. yesterday. With a full heart.were free to-day. very brief time. weigh everything by Gain or. for the love of him you once were. and they parted. He was about to speak. as an unprofitable dream. from which it happened well that you awoke. but with her head turned from him. gladly. if for a moment you were false enough to your one guiding principle to do so. to-morrow. she resumed. Spirit! said Scrooge. and I release you. A very.

but every child was conducting itself like forty. and forced him to observe what happened next. Show me no more! But the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his arms. and enjoyed it very much. The consequences were uproarious beyond belief. No more. and the latter. Near to the winter fire sat a beautiful young girl. They were in another scene and place.One shadow more! exclaimed the Ghost. but full of comfort. but no one seemed to care. until he saw her. The noise in this room was perfectly tumultuous. for there were more children there. so like that last that Scrooge believed it was the same. sitting opposite her daughter. a room. on the contrary. now a comely matron. I don't wish to see it. they were not forty children conducting themselves like one. No more! cried Scrooge. than Scrooge in his agitated state of mind could count. and. soon beginning to . unlike the celebrated herd in the poem. the mother and daughter laughed heartily. not very large or handsome.

no. bold young brood. no! I wouldn't for the wealth of all the world have crushed that braided hair. I wouldn't have plucked it off. and never raised a blush. I should have expected my arm to have grown round it for a punishment. that she might have opened them. But now a knocking at the door was heard. to have looked upon the lashes of her downcast eyes. and yet to have been man enough to know its value. I do confess. and for the precious little shoe. and torn it down. got pillaged by the young brigands most ruthlessly. to have had the lightest licence of a child. I should have liked. to have questioned her. I couldn't have done it. and never come straight again. to have let loose waves of hair. I own. and such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered dress was borne towards it the centre of a flushed .mingle in the sports. as they did. As to measuring her waist in sport. an inch of which would be a keepsake beyond price in short. God bless my soul! to save my life. And yet I should have dearly liked. What would I not have given to be one of them! Though I never could have been so rude. to have touched her lips.

and so subsided. where they went to bed. despoil him of brown-paper parcels. hold on tight by his cravat. who came home attended by a man laden with Christmas toys and presents. And now Scrooge looked on more attentively than ever. and was more than suspected of having swallowed a fictitious turkey. Then the shouting and the struggling. sat down with her and her mother at his . It is enough that by degrees the children and their emotions got out of the parlour. having his daughter leaning fondly on him. and kick his legs in irrepressible affection! The shouts of wonder 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. glued on a wooden platter! The immense relief of finding this a false alarm! The joy. pommel his back. and by one stair at a time. and the onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter! The scaling him with chairs for ladders to dive into his pockets. and gratitude. hug him round his neck. when the master of the house.and boisterous group. up to the top of the house. and ecstasy! They are all indescribable alike. just in time to greet the father.

Mr. Who was it Guess! How can I Tut. I saw an old friend of yours this afternoon. Scrooge it was. might have called him father. quite as graceful and as full of promise. said the husband. remove me . I hear. and as it was not shut up. laughing as he laughed. I passed his office window. Belle. turning to his wife with a smile. and been a spring-time in the haggard winter of his life. Quite alone in the world. his sight grew very dim indeed. Spirit! said Scrooge in a broken voice. I could scarcely help seeing him. I do believe.own fireside. Scrooge. and he had a candle inside. and there he sat alone. and when he thought that such another creature. His partner lies upon the point of death. don't I know she added in the same breath. Mr.

. 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. he seized the extinguisher-cap. Leave me! Take me back. in which in some strange way there were fragments of all the faces it had shown him. said the Ghost. I told you these were shadows of the things that have been. Haunt me no longer! In the struggle. and dimly connecting that with its influence over him. wrestled with it. do not blame me! Remove me! Scrooge exclaimed. I cannot bear it! He turned upon the Ghost. That they are what they are.from this place. and by a sudden action pressed it down upon its head. and seeing that it looked upon him with a face.

further. but though Scrooge pressed it down with all his force. before he sank into a heavy sleep. He was conscious of being exhausted. he could not hide the light which streamed from under it. in an unbroken flood upon the ground. in which his hand relaxed. He felt that he was restored to consciousness in the right nick of time. and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together. But finding that he turned uncomfortably cold when he began to wonder which . and had barely time to reel to bed. He gave the cap a parting squeeze. so that the extinguisher covered its whole form. and. STAVE III THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS AWAKING in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore. Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One.The Spirit dropped beneath it. and overcome by an irresistible drowsiness. of being in his own bedroom. for the especial purpose of holding a conference with the second messenger despatched to him through Jacob Marley's intervention.

there lies a tolerably wide and comprehensive range of subjects. who plume themselves on being acquainted with a move or two. he put them every one aside with his own hands. no doubt. Gentlemen of the free-and-easy sort. and no shape appeared. and did not wish to be taken by surprise. and that nothing between a baby and rhinoceros would have astonished him very much. when the Bell struck One. established a sharp look-out all round the bed.of his curtains this new spectre would draw back. Now. express the wide range of their capacity for adventure by observing that they are good for anything from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter. and being usually equal to the time-of-day. between which opposite extremes. For he wished to challenge the Spirit on the moment of its appearance. and made nervous. I don't mind calling on you to believe that he was ready for a good broad field of strange appearances. being prepared for almost anything. and lying down again. Without venturing for Scrooge quite as hardily as this. consequently. he was not by any means prepared for nothing. he was taken with a . and.

yet nothing came. for it is always the person not in the predicament who knows what ought to have been done in it. He obeyed. he began to think that the source and secret of this ghostly light might be in the adjoining room. and was sometimes apprehensive that he might be at that very moment an interesting case of spontaneous combustion. was more alarming than a dozen ghosts. or would be at. I say.violent fit of trembling. however. without having the consolation of knowing it. being only light. This idea taking full possession of his mind. as he was powerless to make out what it meant. All this time. he lay upon his bed. he began to think--as you or I would have thought at first. . the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddy light. and which. At last. it seemed to shine. on further tracing it. a quarter of an hour went by. from whence. and bade him enter. a strange voice called him by his name. ten minutes. and would unquestionably have done it too--at last. he got up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door. Five minutes. which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed the hour. The moment Scrooge's hand was on the lock.

There was no doubt about that. mince-pies. as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there. sucking-pigs. geese. game. cherry-cheeked apples. as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge's time. there sat a jolly Giant. great joints of meat. bright gleaming berries glistened. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. plum-puddings. were turkeys. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green. high up. that it looked a perfect grove. in shape not unlike Plenty's horn. or for many and many a winter season gone. poultry. to shed its light on Scrooge. In easy state upon this couch. that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. juicy oranges. luscious pears. who bore a glowing torch. red-hot chestnuts. . and seething bowls of punch. glorious to see. long wreaths of sausages. to form a kind of throne. as he came peeping round the door. and ivy reflected back the light. from every part of which. and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney. brawn. The crisp leaves of holly. Heaped up on the floor. and held it up.It was his own room. mistletoe. or Marley's. barrels of oysters. immense twelfth-cakes.

This garment hung so loosely on the figure. and its joyful air. Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard. that its capacious breast was bare. set here and there with shining icicles. and on its head it wore no other covering than a holly wreath. its open hand. its unconstrained demeanour. Come in! and know me better. bordered with white fur. he did not like to meet them. Its feet. and hung his head before this Spirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been. but no sword . I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. observable beneath the ample folds of the garment. It was clothed in one simple green robe. Look upon me! Scrooge reverently did so.Come in! exclaimed the Ghost. its sparkling eye. Its dark brown curls were long and free. were also bare. free as its genial face. and though the Spirit's eyes were clear and kind. as if disdaining to be warded or concealed by any artifice. its cheery voice. man! Scrooge entered timidly. said the Spirit. or mantle.

and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust. You have never seen the like of me before! exclaimed the Spirit. Spirit More than eighteen hundred. Spirit. said the Ghost. I went forth last night on compulsion. and I learnt . Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family. said Scrooge submissively. A tremendous family to provide for! muttered Scrooge. Have you had many brothers. conduct me where you will. I am afraid I have not. I don't think I have. The Ghost of Christmas Present rose. Scrooge made answer to it. meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later years pursued the Phantom.was in it. said Scrooge. Never.

and held it fast. sausages. puddings. So did the room. Holly. and they stood in the city streets on Christmas morning. all vanished instantly. . pies. meat. oysters. whence it was mad delight to the boys to see it come plumping down into the road below. ivy. if you have aught to teach me. but brisk and not unpleasant kind of music. turkeys. game. geese. the hour of night. and with the dirtier snow upon the ground. poultry. the ruddy glow. The house fronts looked black enough. pigs. and from the tops of their houses. contrasting with the smooth white sheet of snow upon the roofs. in scraping the snow from the pavement in front of their dwellings. and punch. To-night. the fire. fruit.a lesson which is working now. where (for the weather was severe) the people made a rough. let me profit by it. and the windows blacker. Touch my robe! Scrooge did as he was told. brawn. and splitting into artificial little snow-storms. red berries. mistletoe.

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' content. 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 housetops were jovial and full of glee; calling out to one another from the parapets, and now and then exchanging a facetious snowball--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 into 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 mistletoe. 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, squat 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 dinner. 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 possible; while the Grocer and his people were so frank and fresh that the polished hearts with which

And it was a very uncommon kind of torch. and away they came. and with their gayest faces. to church and chapel. it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day. and . And so it was! God love it. For they said. for he stood with Scrooge beside him in a baker's doorway. And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye-streets. But soon the steeples called good people all. and the bakers were shut up. sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch. carrying their dinners to the bakers' shops. lanes. innumerable people. and nameless turnings. and their good humour was restored directly. for once or twice when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other. The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much.they fastened their aprons behind might have been their own. worn outside for general inspection. and taking off the covers as their bearers passed. he shed a few drops of water on them from it. and for Christmas daws to peck at if they chose. flocking through the streets in their best clothes. so it was! In time the bells ceased.

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

Forgive me if I am wrong. envy. It has been done in your name. There are some upon this earth of yours. who are as strange to us and all our kith and . often the only day on which they can be said to dine at all. pride. hatred. I seek! exclaimed the Spirit. I! cried the Spirit. You would deprive them of their means of dining every seventh day. who lay claim to know us. Wouldn't you I! cried the Spirit. and who do their deeds of passion. You seek to close these places on the Seventh Day said Scrooge. And it comes to the same thing. and selfishness in our name. ill-will. returned the Spirit. said Scrooge. said Scrooge. or at least in that of your family.enjoyment. bigotry.

It was a remarkable quality of the Ghost (which Scrooge had observed at the baker's). and on the threshold of the door the Spirit smiled. And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit had in showing off this power of his. holding to his robe. or else it was his own kind. Think of that! Bob had but fifteen Bob a-week himself. and stopped to bless Bob Cratchit's dwelling with the sprinkling of his torch. he could accommodate himself to any place with ease. and his sympathy with all poor men. Scrooge promised that he would. hearty nature. invisible. and took Scrooge with him. as they had been before. Remember that. and yet the Ghost of Christmas Present . as if they had never lived. that led him straight to Scrooge's clerk's. generous.kin. he pocketed on Saturdays but fifteen copies of his Christian name. and that he stood beneath a low roof quite as gracefully and like a supernatural creature. and charge their doings on themselves. into the suburbs of the town. and they went on. not us. for there he went. as it was possible he could have done in any lofty hall. that notwithstanding his gigantic size.

and she laid the cloth. and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt collar (Bob's private property. . and basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onion. also brave in ribbons. Cratchit's wife. these young Cratchits danced about the table. assisted by Belinda Cratchit. which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence. conferred upon his son and heir in honour of the day) into his mouth. came tearing in.blessed his four-roomed house! Then up rose Mrs. and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable Parks. although his collars nearly choked him) blew the fire. dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown. and exalted Master Peter Cratchit to the skies. second of her daughters. while he (not proud. rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired. until the slow potatoes bubbling up. boy and girl. while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes. Cratchit. screaming that outside the baker's they had smelt the goose. but brave in ribbons. and known it for their own. And now two smaller Cratchits. knocked loudly at the saucepan-lid to be let out and peeled.

and had to clear away this morning. And your brother. Sit ye down before the fire. mother! cried the two young Cratchits.What has ever got your precious father then said Mrs. and have a warm. my dear. mother! said a girl. We'd a deal of work to finish up last night. kissing her a dozen times. Cratchit. Here's Martha. my dear. cried the two young . and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal. Cratchit. appearing as she spoke. Tiny Tim! And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half-an-hour Here's Martha. Lord bless ye! No. bless your heart alive. Martha! Why. replied the girl. Cratchit. how late you are! said Mrs. said Mrs. mother! Well! Never mind so long as you are come. Hurrah! There's such a goose. no! There's father coming.

the father. Cratchit. Alas for Tiny Tim. hide! So Martha hid herself. and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. he bore a little crutch. and in came little Bob. said Mrs. Hide. who were everywhere at once. and had come home rampant. to look seasonable. with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe. and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! Why. if it were only in joke. Not coming upon Christmas Day! Martha didn't like to see him disappointed. with a sudden declension in his high spirits. Not coming! said Bob. for he had been Tim's blood horse all the way from church. so she came out prematurely from behind the closet . Not coming.Cratchits. Martha. hanging down before him. where's our Martha cried Bob Cratchit. looking round. and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed.

said Bob. As good as gold. who made lame beggars walk. that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper. escorted by . And how did little Tim behave asked Mrs. and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty. sitting by himself so much. while the two young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim. and blind men see. because he was a cripple. and bore him off into the wash-house. that he hoped the people saw him in the church. and better. and ran into his arms. He told me. His active little crutch was heard upon the floor. Cratchit. and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content. coming home. when she had rallied Bob on his credulity. and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. and back came Tiny Tim before another word was spoken. and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day. Bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this.door. Somehow he gets thoughtful.

. not forgetting themselves. as Mrs. turning up his cuffs--as if. and while Bob. It was succeeded by a breathless pause. they were capable of being made more shabby--compounded some hot mixture in a jug with gin and lemons. Martha dusted the hot plates. to which a black swan was a matter of course--and in truth it was something very like it in that house. Mrs. Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour. crammed spoons into their mouths.his brother and sister to his stool before the fire. and mounting guard upon their posts. At last the dishes were set on. Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds. Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce. Cratchit made the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot. Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table. and stirred it round and round and put it on the hob to simmer. poor fellow. lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped. Master Peter. a feathered phenomenon. with which they soon returned in high procession. and grace was said. the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody. and the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the goose.

looking slowly all along the carving-knife. and the youngest Cratchits in particular. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish). the plates being changed by Miss Belinda. and even Tiny Tim. were the themes of universal admiration. it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family. but when she did. and when the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth. Its tenderness and flavour. indeed. as Mrs. size and cheapness. one murmur of delight arose all round the board. Mrs. Suppose it should not be done enough! Suppose it should break in turning out! Suppose somebody should have got . Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes. they hadn't ate it all at last! Yet every one had had enough. Cratchit left the room alone--too nervous to bear witnesses--to take the pudding up and bring it in. and feebly cried Hurrah! There never was such a goose. excited by the two young Cratchits. beat on the table with the handle of his knife.Cratchit. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked. were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows! But now. prepared to plunge it in the breast.

but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. Everybody had something to say about it. It would have . blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy. and calmly too. while they were merry with the goose--a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid! All sorts of horrors were supposed. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind. and stolen it. but smiling proudly--with the pudding. and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top. Oh. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. Cratchit since their marriage. that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other. Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. Mrs. a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said. so hard and firm. like a speckled cannon-ball.over the wall of the back-yard. Cratchit entered--flushed. with a laundress's next door to that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour.

been flat heresy to do so. Two tumblers. however. God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim. and considered perfect. in what Bob Cratchit called a circle. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. meaning half a one. and the fire made up. my dears. These held the hot stuff from the jug. apples and oranges were put upon the table. the hearth swept. and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass. The compound in the jug being tasted. and Bob served it out with beaming looks. the last of all. while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. and a custard-cup without a handle. the cloth was cleared. God bless us! Which all the family re-echoed. Then Bob proposed A Merry Christmas to us all. . Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth. as well as golden goblets would have done. and a shovel-full of chestnuts on the fire. At last the dinner was all done.

Bob held his withered little hand in his. I see a vacant seat. and decrease the surplus population. and a crutch without an owner. as if he loved the child. said Scrooge. will find him here. he had better do it. returned the Ghost. No. the child will die. and dreaded that he might be taken from him. said Scrooge. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future. in the poor chimney-corner. tell me if Tiny Tim will live. Oh. none other of my race. kind Spirit! say he will be spared. carefully preserved. and wished to keep him by his side. Spirit. with an interest he had never felt before. replied the Ghost. no. no.He sat very close to his father's side upon his little stool. . What then If he be like to die. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future.

on hearing his own name. reddening. But he raised them speedily. and Where it is. I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon. that in the sight of Heaven. Scrooge. Man. what men shall die It may be. Will you decide what men shall live. and trembling cast his eyes upon the ground. I wish I had him here. I'll give you Mr. not adamant. Scrooge! said Bob. said the Ghost. the Founder of the Feast! The Founder of the Feast indeed! cried Mrs. Mr. and I hope he'd have a good .Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit. 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. forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is. and was overcome with penitence and grief. you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. if man you be in heart. Cratchit.

I am sure. Long life to him! A merry Christmas and a happy new year! He'll be very merry and very happy. on which one drinks the health of such an odious. It was the first of their proceedings which had no heartiness. You know he is. but he didn't care twopence for it. Scrooge. was Bob's mild answer. not for his. unfeeling man as Mr. It should be Christmas Day. My dear. hard. Cratchit. The mention of his name cast a dark shadow on the party. Scrooge was the Ogre of the family. said Mrs. I have no doubt! The children drank the toast after her. . said she. Christmas Day. stingy. said Bob. Tiny Tim drank it last of all. which was not dispelled for full five minutes. the children! Christmas Day.appetite for it. I'll drink his health for your sake and the Day's. Robert! Nobody knows it better than you do. poor fellow! My dear.

then told them what kind of work she had to do. if obtained. at which Peter pulled up his collars so high that you couldn't have seen his head if you had been there. Martha. as if he were deliberating what particular investments he should favour when he came into the receipt of that bewildering income. Also how she had seen a countess and a lord some days before. who was a poor apprentice at a milliner's.After it had passed away. and by-and-bye they had a song. they were ten times merrier than before. full five-and-sixpence weekly. who had a plaintive little voice. All this time the chestnuts and the jug went round and round. The two young Cratchits laughed tremendously at the idea of Peter's being a man of business. and how the lord was much about as tall as Peter. and how she meant to lie abed to-morrow morning for a good long rest. about a lost child travelling in the snow. Bob Cratchit told them how he had a situation in his eye for Master Peter. and how many hours she worked at a stretch. which would bring in. from the mere relief of Scrooge the Baleful being done with. . and Peter himself looked thoughtfully at the fire from between his collars. from Tiny Tim. to-morrow being a holiday she passed at home.

the brightness of the roaring fires in kitchens. with hot plates baking through and through before the fire. and as Scrooge and the Spirit went along the streets. the inside of a pawnbroker's. brothers. their clothes were scanty. aunts. By this time it was getting dark. the flickering of the blaze showed preparations for a cosy dinner. Here. and when they faded. They were not a handsome family. and snowing pretty heavily. and be the first to greet them. until the last. their shoes were far from being water-proof. they were not well dressed. and especially on Tiny Tim. and all sorts of rooms. There all the children of the house were running out into the snow to meet their married sisters. ready to be drawn to shut out cold and darkness. was wonderful. There was nothing of high mark in this. again. parlours. and Peter might have known. cousins. and deep red curtains. they were happy. pleased with one another. and contented with the time. Here.and sang it very well indeed. . But. and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the Spirit's torch at parting. and very likely did. uncles. grateful. Scrooge had his eye upon them.

Blessings on it. and there a group of handsome girls. how the Ghost exulted! How it bared its breadth of breast. though little kenned the lamplighter that he had any company but Christmas! And now. and opened its capacious palm. and who was dressed to spend the evening somewhere. if you had judged from the numbers of people on their way to friendly gatherings. all hooded and fur-booted. who ran on before. laughed out loudly as the Spirit passed. with a generous hand. outpouring. and floated on. woe upon the single man who saw them enter--artful witches.were shadows on the window-blind of guests assembling. without a word of warning from the Ghost. where monstrous masses . dotting the dusky street with specks of light. where. tripped lightly off to some near neighbour's house. its bright and harmless mirth on everything within its reach! The very lamplighter. they stood upon a bleak and desert moor. and all chattering at once. you might have thought that no one was at home to give them welcome when they got there. well they knew it--in a glow! But. instead of every house expecting company. and piling up its fires half-chimney high.

of rude stone were cast about. who labour in the bowels of the earth. Passing through the wall of mud and stone. all decked out gaily in their holiday attire. returned the Spirit. What place is this asked Scrooge. and water spread itself wheresoever it listed. The old man. old man and woman. lower. An old. and another generation beyond that. A place where Miners live. with their children and their children's children. was singing them a . they found a cheerful company assembled round a glowing fire. lower yet. as though it were the burial-place of giants. in a voice that seldom rose above the howling of the wind upon the barren waste. and nothing grew but moss and furze. Down in the west the setting sun had left a streak of fiery red. See! A light shone from the window of a hut. and swiftly they advanced towards it. but for the frost that held it prisoner. was lost in the thick gloom of darkest night. like a sullen eye. and frowning lower. or would have done so. But they know me. and coarse rank grass. which glared upon the desolation for an instant.

Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks. the wild year through. To Scrooge's horror. But even here. two men who watched the light had made . The Spirit did not tarry here. and raged among the dreadful caverns it had worn. and so surely as they stopped. he saw the last of the land. and passing on above the moor. as it rolled and roared. sped--whither Not to sea To sea. and storm-birds --born of the wind one might suppose. Great heaps of sea-weed clung to its base. as sea-weed of the water--rose and fell about it. some league or so from shore. there stood a solitary lighthouse. the old man got quite blithe and loud. and his ears were deafened by the thundering of water. a frightful range of rocks. on which the waters chafed and dashed. but bade Scrooge hold his robe. and fiercely tried to undermine the earth. So surely as they raised their voices. looking back. behind them. like the waves they skimmed.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. his vigour sank again.

and one of them the elder. the officers who had the watch. and had remembered those he cared for at a distance. had had a kinder word for another on that day than on any day in the year. on--until. being far away. they lighted on a ship. or had a Christmas thought. They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel. or spoke below his breath to his companion of some bygone Christmas Day. waking or sleeping. Joining their horny hands over the rough table at which they sat. as he told Scrooge. dark. too. the look-out in the bow. from any shore. but every man among them hummed a Christmas tune. and had shared to some extent in its festivities. that through the loophole in the thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness on the awful sea. And every man on board. good or bad. as the figure-head of an old ship might be struck up a sturdy song that was like a Gale in itself. and had known that they delighted . with homeward hopes belonging to it. ghostly figures in their several stations. Again the Ghost sped on. above the black and heaving sea --on.a fire. they wished each other Merry Christmas in their can of grog. with his face all damaged and scarred with hard weather.

to know a man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge's nephew. dry. and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknown abyss. It was a great surprise to Scrooge.to remember him. while thus engaged. It is a fair. while listening to the moaning of the wind. Ha. by any unlikely chance. It was a much greater surprise to Scrooge to recognise it as his own nephew's and to find himself in a bright. ha! If you should happen. that while there is infection in disease and sorrow. whose depths were secrets as profound as Death it was a great surprise to Scrooge. to hear a hearty laugh. there is nothing . ha! laughed Scrooge's nephew. noble adjustment of things. Introduce him to me. ha. and looking at that same nephew with approving affability! Ha. and I'll cultivate his acquaintance. all I can say is. even-handed. with the Spirit standing smiling by his side. I should like to know him too. gleaming room.

laughed as heartily as he. When Scrooge's nephew laughed in this way holding his sides. Bless those women. that seemed made to be kissed--as no doubt it was. Fred! said Scrooge's niece. that melted into one another when she laughed.in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humour. by marriage. and twisting his face into the most extravagant contortions Scrooge's niece. Ha. indignantly. With a dimpled. capital face. He believed it too! More shame for him. ha. they never do anything by halves. She was very pretty exceedingly pretty. roared out lustily. ha! Ha. Altogether she was what . surprised-looking. ha! He said that Christmas was a humbug. rolling his head. a ripe little mouth. as I live! cried Scrooge's nephew. and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature's head. ha. They are always in earnest. all kinds of good little dots about her chin. And their assembled friends being not a bit behindhand.

you would have called provoking. perfectly satisfactory. I'm sure he is very rich. and all the other ladies. you know. He hasn't the satisfaction of thinking--ha. He don't do any good with it. ha!--that he is ever going to benefit US with it. observed Scrooge's niece. that's the truth and not so pleasant as he might be. His wealth is of no use to him. At least you always tell me so. I am sorry for . Fred. expressed the same opinion. ha. too. said Scrooge's nephew. and I have nothing to say against him. hinted Scrooge's niece. his offences carry their own punishment. He don't make himself comfortable with it. Scrooge's niece's sisters. Oh. but satisfactory. I have no patience with him. What of that. my dear! said Scrooge's nephew. I have! said Scrooge's nephew. Oh. However. He's a comical old fellow.

What's the consequence He don't lose much of a dinner. with the dessert upon the table. I couldn't be angry with him if I tried. Topper Topper had clearly got his eye upon one of Scrooge's niece's sisters. Well! I'm very glad to hear it. Here. and they must be allowed to have been competent judges. because I haven't great faith in these young housekeepers. and. Whereat Scrooge's niece's sister--the plump one with the lace tucker not the one with the roses--blushed. Everybody else said the same. .him. I think he loses a very good dinner. Indeed. clapping her hands. because they had just had dinner. Fred. for he answered that a bachelor was a wretched outcast. by lamplight. said Scrooge's niece. always. who had no right to express an opinion on the subject. interrupted Scrooge's niece. said Scrooge's nephew. Do go on. he takes it into his head to dislike us. were clustered round the fire. Who suffers by his ill whims! Himself. and he won't come and dine with us. What do you say.

as I think.He never finishes what he begins to say! He is such a ridiculous fellow! Scrooge's nephew revelled in another laugh. but he can't help thinking better of it--I defy him--if he finds me going there. in good temper. and I think I shook him yesterday. whether he likes it or not. I was only going to say. He may rail at Christmas till he dies. and as it was impossible to keep the infection off. and not making merry with us. or his dusty chambers. though the plump sister tried hard to do it with aromatic vinegar. his example was unanimously followed. for I pity him. that he loses some pleasant moments. is. which could do him no harm. that the consequence of his taking a dislike to us. . I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts. said Scrooge's nephew. I mean to give him the same chance every year. that's something. how are you If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds. year after year. either in his mouldy old office. and saying Uncle Scrooge.

when they sung a Glee or Catch. he softened more and more. After tea. I can assure you especially Topper. For they were a musical family. he might have cultivated the kindnesses of life for his own happiness with his own hands. as he had been reminded by the Ghost of Christmas Past. Scrooge's niece played well upon the harp. and passed the bottle joyously. When this strain of music sounded. who could growl away in the bass like a good one. years ago. But being thoroughly good-natured. and played among other tunes a simple little air (a mere nothing you might learn to whistle it in two minutes).It was their turn to laugh now at the notion of his shaking Scrooge. they had some music. or get red in the face over it. came upon his mind. and thought that if he could have listened to it often. and knew what they were about. and not much caring what they laughed at. which had been familiar to the child who fetched Scrooge from the boarding-school. and never swell the large veins in his forehead. all the things that Ghost had shown him. he encouraged them in their merriment. so that they laughed at any rate. without resorting to the sexton's spade that buried Jacob .

wherever she went. and it really was not. Of course there was.Marley. bumping against the piano. The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker. when its mighty Founder was a child himself. He wouldn't catch anybody else. there went he! He always knew where the plump sister was. on purpose. Knocking down the fire-irons. and never better than at Christmas. which would have been an affront to your understanding. She often cried out that it wasn't fair. But they didn't devote the whole evening to music. And I no more believe Topper was really blind than I believe he had eyes in his boots. . and that the Ghost of Christmas Present knew it. was an outrage on the credulity of human nature. tumbling over the chairs. My opinion is. smothering himself among the curtains. After a while they played at forfeits. If you had fallen up against him (as some of them did). Stop! There was first a game at blind-man's buff. and would instantly have sidled off in the direction of the plump sister. that it was a done thing between him and Scrooge's nephew. for it is good to be children sometimes. he would have made a feint of endeavouring to seize you.

and further to assure himself of her identity by pressing a certain ring upon her finger. beat her sisters hollow though they were sharp girls too. monstrous! No doubt she told him her opinion of it. behind the curtains. and to the secret joy of Scrooge's nephew. then his conduct was the most execrable. When.But when at last. she was very great. he got her into a corner whence there was no escape. For his pretending not to know her. but they all played. But she joined in the forfeits. and Where. Scrooge's niece was not one of the blind-man's buff party. he caught her. young and old. in spite of all her silken rustlings. and loved her love to admiration with all the letters of the alphabet. and a certain chain about her neck. but was made comfortable with a large chair and a footstool. Likewise at the game of How. for . they were so very confidential together. There might have been twenty people there. when. in a snug corner. as Topper could have told you. where the Ghost and Scrooge were close behind her. was vile. when. another blind-man being in office. and her rapid flutterings past him. his pretending that it was necessary to touch her head-dress. and so did Scrooge.

only one! It was a Game called Yes and No. Here is a new game. was not sharper than Scrooge. that he begged like a boy to be allowed to stay until the guests departed. elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal.wholly forgetting in the interest he had in what was going on. One half hour. But this the Spirit said could not be done. The brisk fire of questioning to which he was exposed. warranted not to cut in the eye. a savage animal. and the rest must find out what. a live animal. for the sharpest needle. he only answering to their questions yes or no. blunt as he took it in his head to be. and very often guessed quite right. said Scrooge. as the case was. best Whitechapel. The Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this mood. and talked sometimes. he sometimes came out with his guess quite loud. too. an animal that growled and grunted sometimes. and looked upon him with such favour. Spirit. . rather a disagreeable animal. that his voice made no sound in their ears. where Scrooge's nephew had to think of something.

and was never killed in a market. Scrooge.and lived in London. Fred! I know what it is! What is it cried Fred. and wasn't made a show of. and didn't live in a menagerie. or a cat. falling into a similar state. It's your Uncle Scro-o-o-o-oge! Which it certainly was. or a tiger. and was not a horse. or a pig. that he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. and wasn't led by anybody. this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laughter. inasmuch as an answer in the negative was sufficient to have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Admiration was the universal sentiment. At last the plump sister. or a cow. or a bear. or an ass. cried out I have found it out! I know what it is. supposing they had ever had any tendency . or a dog. and walked about the streets. and was so inexpressibly tickled. or a bull. At every fresh question that was put to him. though some objected that the reply to Is it a bear ought to have been Yes.

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!

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 grey.

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 drawing near.

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 Spirit's sorrowful reply. Look here.

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

and glared out menacing. looking down upon . Where angels might have sat enthroned. said the Spirit. and twisted them. had pinched. look. too. like that of age. has monsters half so horrible and dread. he tried to say they were fine children. scowling. through all the mysteries of wonderful creation. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out. but prostrate. Look. meagre. appalled. but the words choked themselves. in any grade.Oh. They are Man's. and pulled them into shreds. They were a boy and girl. no perversion of humanity. no degradation. ragged. rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude. Scrooge started back. down here! exclaimed the Ghost. Spirit! are they yours Scrooge could say no more. wolfish. Man! look here. No change. and touched them with its freshest tints. Having them shown to him in this way. Yellow. devils lurked. a stale and shrivelled hand. in their humility.

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

its face. silently. Scrooge bent down upon his knee. and separate it from the darkness by which it was surrounded. He knew no more. and that its mysterious presence filled him with a solemn dread. for the Spirit neither spoke nor moved.STAVE IV THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS THE Phantom slowly. It was shrouded in a deep black garment. I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come said Scrooge. But for this it would have been difficult to detach its figure from the night. its form. for in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed to scatter gloom and mystery. approached. which concealed its head. . When it came near him. He felt that it was tall and stately when it came beside him. gravely. and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand.

Although well used to ghostly company by this time. It thrilled him with a vague uncertain horror. Spirit The upper portion of the garment was contracted for an instant in its folds. You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened. though he stretched his own to the utmost. as observing his condition. The Spirit paused a moment. and giving him time to recover. while he. Scrooge pursued. but will happen in the time before us. and he found that he could hardly stand when he prepared to follow it. That was the only answer he received. could see nothing but a spectral hand and one great heap . as if the Spirit had inclined its head. Is that so. to know that behind the dusky shroud.The Spirit answered not. but pointed onward with its hand. But Scrooge was all the worse for this. Scrooge feared the silent shape so much that his legs trembled beneath him. there were ghostly eyes intently fixed upon him.

which bore him up.of black. Will you not speak to me It gave him no reply. I am prepared to bear you company. But as I know your purpose is to do me good. Scrooge followed in the shadow of its dress. Lead on. I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. and it is precious time to me. They scarcely seemed to enter the city. Lead on! The night is waning fast. Ghost of the Future! he exclaimed. and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was. and encompass them of its . I know. Spirit! The Phantom moved away as it had come towards him. The hand was pointed straight before them. he thought. for the city rather seemed to spring up about them. and carried him along. Lead on! said Scrooge. and do it with a thankful heart.

own act. Why. and chinked the money in their pockets. either way. I only know he's dead. who hurried up and down. and conversed in groups. Observing that the hand was pointed to them. No. amongst the merchants. and so forth. on 'Change. in the heart of it. Last night. But there they were. and looked at their watches. and trifled thoughtfully with their great gold seals. Scrooge advanced to listen to their talk. The Spirit stopped beside one little knot of business men. said a great fat man with a monstrous chin. what was the matter with him asked a third. . When did he die inquired another. I believe. as Scrooge had seen them often. I thought he'd never die. taking a vast quantity of snuff out of a very large snuff-box. I don't know much about it.

God knows. . with a yawn. What has he done with his money asked a red-faced gentleman with a pendulous excrescence on the end of his nose. Another laugh. said the first. if I make one. yawning again. said the same speaker. I haven't heard. Suppose we make up a party and volunteer I don't mind going if a lunch is provided. said the man with the large chin. observed the gentleman with the excrescence on his nose. He hasn't left it to me. It's likely to be a very cheap funeral. that shook like the gills of a turkey-cock. for upon my life I don't know of anybody to go to it. That's all I know. This pleasantry was received with a general laugh. perhaps. Left it to his company. But I must be fed.

for we used to stop and speak whenever we met. Scrooge knew the men. I am the most disinterested among you. and of great importance. bye! Speakers and listeners strolled away. that is. strictly in a business point of view. for I never wear black gloves. after all. thinking that the explanation might lie here. . Bye.Well. if anybody else will. He knew these men. perfectly. and I never eat lunch. The Phantom glided on into a street. But I'll offer to go. Scrooge listened again. I'm not at all sure that I wasn't his most particular friend. Its finger pointed to two persons meeting. and looked towards the Spirit for an explanation. said the first speaker. When I come to think of it. and mixed with other groups. They were men of business very wealthy. He had made a point always of standing well in their esteem in a business point of view. also. 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're 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 consider 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 treasure 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 conduct 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 revolving 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 obscure 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 of corrupted fat, and sepulchres of bones. Sitting in among the wares he dealt in, by a

than they had been upon the recognition of each other. Let the charwoman alone to be the first! cried she who had entered first. who had screened himself from the cold air without. Scrooge and the Phantom came into the presence of this man. hung upon a line. After a short period of blank astonishment. Let the laundress alone to be the second. who was no less startled by the sight of them. was a grey-haired rascal. and let the undertaker's man alone to be the third. in which the old man with the pipe had joined them. they all three burst into a laugh. But she had scarcely entered. came in too. here's a chance! If we haven't all three met here without meaning it! . and she was closely followed by a man in faded black. and smoked his pipe in all the luxury of calm retirement.charcoal stove. when another woman. Look here. by a frousy curtaining of miscellaneous tatters. nearly seventy years of age. made of old bricks. similarly laden. just as a woman with a heavy bundle slunk into the shop. old Joe.

I believe. the woman who had already spoken threw her bundle on the floor. Stop till I shut the door of the shop. put it in his mouth again. Come into the parlour. You were made free of it long ago. Mrs. removing his pipe from his mouth. . as mine. said old Joe. crossing her elbows on her knees. and sat down in a flaunting manner on a stool. Come into the parlour. and the other two an't strangers.You couldn't have met in a better place. The parlour was the space behind the screen of rags. Ha. Ah! How it skreeks! There an't such a rusty bit of metal in the place as its own hinges. What odds then! What odds. with the stem of his pipe. you know. The old man raked the fire together with an old stair-rod. and looking with a bold defiance at the other two. Come into the parlour. we're well matched. ha! We're all suitable to our calling. and having trimmed his smoky lamp (for it was night). Dilber said the woman. and I'm sure there's no such old bones here. Every person has a right to take care of themselves. While he did this.

No. indeed. That's enough. Dilber and the man together. don't stand staring as if you was afraid. No man more so. woman.He always did. why wasn't he natural in his lifetime If he had been. who's the wiser We're not going to pick holes in each other's coats. indeed! said Mrs. I suppose No. pursued the woman. then! cried the woman. Dilber. instead of lying . he'd have had somebody to look after him when he was struck with Death. That's true. laughing. a wicked old screw. Who's the worse for the loss of a few things like these Not a dead man. We should hope not. said Mrs. Very well. If he wanted to keep 'em after he was dead. Why then. I suppose. indeed! said the laundress.

It's no sin. who chalked the sums he was disposed to give for each. and let me know the value of it. before we met here. produced his plunder. and the man in faded black. Open the bundle. and a brooch of no great value. nor afraid for them to see it. upon the wall. . replied the woman. Dilber. They were severally examined and appraised by old Joe. It was not extensive. I believe. But the gallantry of her friends would not allow of this. and it should have been. a pair of sleeve-buttons. A seal or two. if I could have laid my hands on anything else. and added them up into a total when he found there was nothing more to come. We know pretty well that we were helping ourselves. I wish it was a little heavier judgment. It's the truest word that ever was spoke. I'm not afraid to be the first. alone by himself. Joe.gasping out his last there. Open that bundle. mounting the breach first. It's a judgment on him. said Mrs. Speak out plain. you may depend upon it. were all. old Joe. a pencil-case.

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

replied the woman. Bed-curtains! You don't mean to say you took 'em down. and you'll certainly do it. His blankets asked Joe. laughing and leaning forward on her crossed arms. when I can get anything in it by reaching it out. for the sake of such a man as He was. with him lying there said Joe. I promise you. Don't drop that oil upon the blankets. I dare say. returned the woman coolly. said Joe. Yes I do. Joe. Bed-curtains! Ah! returned the woman. rings and all. I certainly shan't hold my hand.What do you call this said Joe. . He isn't likely to take cold without 'em. Whose else's do you think replied the woman. Why not You were born to make your fortune. now.

Scrooge listened to this dialogue in horror. stopping in his work. What do you call wasting of it asked old Joe. it isn't good enough for anything. nor a threadbare place. Ah! you may look through that shirt till your eyes ache. As they sat grouped about their spoil. They'd have wasted it. Putting it on him to be buried in. He can't look uglier than he did in that one.I hope he didn't die of anything catching Eh said old Joe. It's quite as becoming to the body. Don't you be afraid of that. It's the best he had. but you won't find a hole in it. but I took it off again. if it hadn't been for me. to be sure. If calico an't good enough for such a purpose. replied the woman with a laugh. returned the woman. and a fine one too. I an't so fond of his company that I'd loiter about him for such things. if he did. Somebody was fool enough to do it. in the scanty light afforded by . and looking up.

though it was dumb. to profit us when he was dead! Ha. ha. The case of this unhappy man might be my own. I see. This is the end of it. now. The room was very dark. which. shuddering from head to foot. and now he almost touched a bed a bare. you see! He frightened every one away from him when he was alive. when old Joe. ha! Spirit! said Scrooge. Ha. told out their several gains upon the ground. though they had been obscene demons. beneath a ragged sheet. he viewed them with a detestation and disgust. announced itself in awful language. My life tends that way. marketing the corpse itself. for the scene had changed. too dark to be observed with .the old man's lamp. Merciful Heaven. ha! laughed the same woman. uncurtained bed on which. which could hardly have been greater. what is this! He recoiled in terror. producing a flannel bag with money in it. I see. there lay a something covered up.

and true. felt how easy it would be to do. uncared for. generous. rising in the outer air. and on it. Oh cold. It is not that the hand is heavy and will fall down when released. would have disclosed the face. . The cover was so carelessly adjusted that the slightest raising of it. unwept. the heart brave. the motion of a finger upon Scrooge's part. but that the hand WAS open. it is not that the heart and pulse are still. and longed to do it. cold. unwatched.any accuracy. dreadful Death. and honoured head. anxious to know what kind of room it was. Its steady hand was pointed to the head. thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes. though Scrooge glanced round it in obedience to a secret impulse. but had no more power to withdraw the veil than to dismiss the spectre at his side. Scrooge glanced towards the Phantom. or make one feature odious. revered. set up thine altar here. rigid. warm. was the body of this man. A pale light. and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command for this is thy dominion! But of the loved. plundered and bereft. fell straight upon the bed. He thought of it.

strike! And see his good deeds springing from the wound. and there was a sound of gnawing rats beneath the hearth-stone. to sow the world with life immortal! No voice pronounced these words in Scrooge's ears. and the pulse a man's.and tender. What they wanted in the room of death. hard-dealing. a woman. and why they were so restless and disturbed. He thought. Let us go! Still the Ghost pointed with an unmoved finger to the . in the dark empty house. or a child. griping cares They have brought him to a rich end. what would be his foremost thoughts Avarice. and yet he heard them when he looked upon the bed. A cat was tearing at the door. with not a man. Scrooge did not dare to think. Spirit! he said. Strike. I shall not leave its lesson. this is a fearful place. trust me. In leaving it. if this man could be raised up now. and for the memory of one kind word I will be kind to him. truly! He lay. to say that he was kind to me in this or that. Shadow.

.head. started at every sound. who feels emotion caused by this man's death. said Scrooge quite agonised. and withdrawing it. for she walked up and down the room. I beseech you! The Phantom spread its dark robe before him for a moment. but in vain. to work with her needle. Spirit. show that person to me. Spirit. and could hardly bear the voices of the children in their play. I have not the power. Scrooge returned. I understand you. If there is any person in the town. and with anxious eagerness. glanced at the clock. if I could. She was expecting some one. Again it seemed to look upon him. where a mother and her children were. revealed a room by daylight. like a wing. But I have not the power. looked out from the window. and I would do it. tried.

Bad. If he relents. there is! Nothing is past hope. There was a remarkable expression in it now. amazed. There is hope yet. and when she asked him faintly what news (which was not until after a long silence). though he was young. she said. a man whose face was careworn and depressed. a kind of serious delight of which he felt ashamed. . We are quite ruined No. Is it good she said. if such a miracle has happened. and met her husband. He sat down to the dinner that had been hoarding for him by the fire. She hurried to the door. he appeared embarrassed how to answer. Caroline. or bad--to help him. and which he struggled to repress.At length the long-expected knock was heard. he answered.

. and she said so. We may sleep to-night with light hearts. What the half-drunken woman whom I told you of last night.He is past relenting. their hearts were lighter. it would be a bad fortune indeed to find so merciless a creditor in his successor. and what I thought was a mere excuse to avoid me. said her husband. Soften it as they would. He was not only very ill. turns out to have been quite true. But before that time we shall be ready with the money. To whom will our debt be transferred I don't know. but she was thankful in her soul to hear it. but dying. and even though we were not. then. She was a mild and patient creature if her face spoke truth. but the first was the emotion of her heart. when I tried to see him and obtain a week's delay. He is dead. She prayed forgiveness the next moment. said to me. with clasped hands. Caroline! Yes. and was sorry.

or that dark chamber. the dwelling he had visited before. and found the mother and the children seated round the fire. Spirit. and it was a happier house for this man's death! The only emotion that the Ghost could show him. The mother and her daughters were engaged in sewing. Very quiet. But surely they were very quiet! . Scrooge looked here and there to find himself. who had a book before him. Quiet. Let me see some tenderness connected with a death. were brighter. will be for ever present to me. The Ghost conducted him through several streets familiar to his feet. and as they went along. said Scrooge. but nowhere was he to be seen. The noisy little Cratchits were as still as statues in one corner. was one of pleasure. and sat looking up at Peter. caused by the event. which we left just now.The children's faces. hushed and clustered round to hear what they so little understood. They entered poor Bob Cratchit's house.

said Cratchit's wife. for the world. and put her hand up to her face. It makes them weak by candle-light. The colour Ah. and I wouldn't show weak eyes to your father when he comes home. Peter answered. shutting up his book. as he and the Spirit crossed the threshold.' Where had Scrooge heard those words He had not dreamed them. . It must be near his time. poor Tiny Tim! They're better now again. Past it rather. she said. The boy must have read them out. Why did he not go on The mother laid her work upon the table. But I think he has walked a little slower than he used.'And He took a child. The colour hurts my eyes. and set him in the midst of them.

And so have I. father. Then the two young Cratchits got upon his knees and laid. intent upon her work. And there is your father at the door! She hurried out to meet him. she resumed. and little Bob in his comforter --he had need of it. mother. as if they said. against his face. that it was no trouble no trouble. And so have I. Don't be . exclaimed another. poor fellow--came in. that only faltered once I have known him walk with--I have known him walk with Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. cheerful voice. At last she said. But he was very light to carry. and his father loved him so.these few last evenings. each child a little cheek. and in a steady. and they all tried who should help him to it most. So had all. cried Peter. very fast indeed. Don't mind it. His tea was ready for him on the hob. They were very quiet again. Often.

It would have done you good to see how green a place it is. My little. Yes. I wish you could have gone. If he could have helped it. and went up-stairs into the room above. returned Bob. little child! cried Bob. and praised the industry and speed of Mrs. I promised him that I would walk there on a Sunday. . My little child! He broke down all at once. and spoke pleasantly to all the family. But you'll see it often. Cratchit and the girls. Robert said his wife. he and his child would have been farther apart perhaps than they were. my dear. and hung with Christmas. They would be done long before Sunday. Sunday! You went to-day. He couldn't help it. then. He left the room. he said. which was lighted cheerfully. He looked at the work upon the table.grieved! Bob was very cheerful with them.

Everybody knows that! said Peter.' By the bye. that you were a good wife. how he ever knew that.There was a chair set close beside the child. Cratchit. 'I am heartily sorry for it. inquired what had happened to distress him. and who. Bob told them of the extraordinary kindness of Mr. replied Bob. They drew about the fire. 'and heartily sorry for your good wife. Scrooge's nephew. On which. and seeing that he looked a little--just a little down you know. and talked. he kissed the little face. whom he had scarcely seen but once. . and there were signs of some one having been there. I told him. my dear Why.' he said. lately. said Bob. and when he had thought a little and composed himself. meeting him in the street that day. Mr. He was reconciled to what had happened. Knew what. for he is the pleasantest-spoken gentleman you ever heard. and went down again quite happy. Poor Bob sat down in it. the girls and mother working still. said Bob. I don't know.

Peter. my boy! cried Bob. It really seemed as if he had known our Tiny Tim. I shouldn't be at all surprised-mark what I say!--if he got Peter a better situation. grinning. returned Bob. 'that's where I live. and setting up for himself. it wasn't. You would be surer of it. giving me his card. Peter will be keeping company with some one.' he said. so much as for his kind way. I'm sure he's a good soul! said Mrs. Get along with you! retorted Peter. cried one of the girls. Pray come to me. I hope they do. my dear. Cratchit. cried Bob. and felt with us. 'Heartily sorry. And then. Cratchit.' Now.Very well observed. . that this was quite delightful. said Mrs. Only hear that. 'for your good wife.' he said. If I can be of service to you in any way. if you saw and spoke to him. for the sake of anything he might be able to do for us.

I am very happy! Mrs. said Bob. said little Bob. the two young Cratchits kissed him. Cratchit kissed him. thy childish essence was from God! . I am very happy. my dears. although he was a little. little child. we shall not quarrel easily among ourselves. But however and whenever we part from one another. Spirit of Tiny Tim. though there's plenty of time for that. No. father! they all cried again. and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it. that when we recollect how patient and how mild he was. his daughters kissed him. my dear. And I know. father! cried they all. I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim--shall we--or this first parting that there was among us Never. and Peter and himself shook hands. never. one of these days.It's just as likely as not. said Bob. I know.

Spectre. Tell me what man that was whom we saw lying dead The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come conveyed him. said Scrooge. is where my place of occupation is. Indeed. Why do you point away . in days to come! The Spirit stopped. The house is yonder. but showed him not himself. save that they were in the Future--into the resorts of business men. he thought indeed. but I know not how. something informs me that our parting moment is at hand. Let me behold what I shall be. as to the end just now desired. there seemed no order in these latter visions. I see the house. but went straight on. I know it. Scrooge exclaimed. as before--though at a different time. This court. and has been for a length of time. the Spirit did not stay for anything. until besought by Scrooge to tarry for a moment. through which we hurry now. said Scrooge. the hand was pointed elsewhere.

The inexorable finger underwent no change. A worthy place! The Spirit stood among the graves. lay underneath the ground. Scrooge hastened to the window of his office. but he dreaded that he saw new . overrun by grass and weeds. and the figure in the chair was not himself. accompanied it until they reached an iron gate. He advanced towards it trembling. A churchyard. It was an office still. and looked in. Here. the growth of vegetation's death. Walled in by houses. fat with repleted appetite. but not his. He paused to look round before entering. The Phantom was exactly as it had been. He joined it once again. the wretched man whose name he had now to learn. It was a worthy place. not life. and wondering why and whither he had gone. and pointed down to One. The Phantom pointed as before. then. choked up with too much burying. The furniture was not the same.

said Scrooge. if persevered in. But if the courses be departed from. only Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood. trembling as he went. EBENEZER SCROOGE. or are they shadows of things that May be. Am I that man who lay upon the bed he cried. they must lead. upon . Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point. Say it is thus with what you show me! The Spirit was immovable as ever. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be. said Scrooge.meaning in its solemn shape. Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends. to which. read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name. Scrooge crept towards it. and following the finger. answer me one question. the ends will change.

Good Spirit. if I am past all hope! For the first time the hand appeared to shake. by an altered life! The kind hand trembled. he pursued. and pities me. hear me! I am not the man I was. tight clutching at its robe. as down upon the ground he fell before it Your nature intercedes for me. No. . I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. The finger pointed from the grave to him. and back again. Spirit! Oh no.his knees. no! The finger still was there. Spirit! he cried. Why show me this. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me.

but he was strong in his entreaty. and the Future. Oh. he saw an alteration in the Phantom's hood and dress. STAVE V THE END OF IT YES! and the bedpost was his own. the room was his own. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. stronger yet. and detained it. and the Future! . and try to keep it all the year. repulsed him. Holding up his hands in a last prayer to have his fate reversed. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. collapsed. I will live in the Past. the Present. and dwindled down into a bedpost. The Spirit. Best and happiest of all. It sought to free itself. to make amends in! I will live in the Past. he caught the spectral hand. tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone! In his agony.I will honour Christmas in my heart. the Present. It shrunk. the Time before him was his own. The bed was his own.

The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. making them parties to every kind of extravagance. that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms. I know they will! His hands were busy with his garments all this time. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit.Scrooge repeated. they are not torn down. and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my knees. putting them on upside down. cried Scrooge. as he scrambled out of bed. laughing and . mislaying them. old Jacob. They are not torn down. rings and all. on my knees! He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions. They will be. and his face was wet with tears. may be dispelled. tearing them. I don't know what to do! cried Scrooge. They are here--I am here--the shadows of the things that would have been. turning them inside out.

I am as light as a feather. sat! There's the window where I saw the wandering Spirits! It's all right. I am as happy as an angel. it was a splendid laugh. by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered! There's the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present. Ha ha ha! Really. The father of a long. a most illustrious laugh. it all happened. for a man who had been out of practice for so many years. and was now standing there perfectly winded. There's the door. it's all true. long line of brilliant laughs! . I am as merry as a schoolboy. and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo! He had frisked into the sitting-room. and going round the fireplace. There's the saucepan that the gruel was in! cried Scrooge. I am as giddy as a drunken man.crying in the same breath. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world. starting off again.

clash! Oh. I'm quite a baby. . bright. Never mind. cold. EH returned the boy. Hallo! Whoop! Hallo here! He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard.I don't know what day of the month it is! said Scrooge. cold. bell. I don't care. glorious! Running to the window. No fog. dong. jovial. I'd rather be a baby. hammer. glorious! Glorious! What's to-day! cried Scrooge. Golden sunlight. sweet fresh air. Heavenly sky. and put out his head. merry bells. clang. hammer. who perhaps had loitered in to look about him. clear. stirring. piping for the blood to dance to. I don't know how long I've been among the Spirits. with all his might of wonder. I don't know anything. no mist. he opened it. Bell. Oh. dong. clang. Clash. ding. glorious. ding. calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes.

replied the lad. An intelligent boy! said Scrooge. my fine fellow! Hallo! returned the boy. The Spirits have done it all in one night. Of course they can.What's to-day. I haven't missed it. To-day! replied the boy. A remarkable boy! Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there--Not the little prize Turkey the big one . my fine fellow said Scrooge. CHRISTMAS DAY. in the next street but one. Why. They can do anything they like. at the corner Scrooge inquired. I should hope I did. Of course they can. Hallo. It's Christmas Day! said Scrooge to himself. Do you know the Poulterer's.

Go and buy it. Come back with the man. said Scrooge. replied the boy. and splitting with a laugh. and I'll give you a shilling. and tell 'em to bring it here. Go and buy it.What. He must have had a steady hand at a trigger who could have got a shot off half so fast. that I may give them the direction where to take it. Walk-ER! exclaimed the boy. Is it said Scrooge. It's a pleasure to talk to him. What a delightful boy! said Scrooge. Yes. the one as big as me returned the boy. Come back with him in less than five minutes and I'll give you half-a-crown! The boy was off like a shot. No. I am in earnest. rubbing his hands. He sha'n't . I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's! whispered Scrooge. my buck! It's hanging there now. no.

waiting his arrival. . It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. as long as I live! cried Scrooge. ready for the coming of the poulterer's man. like sticks of sealing-wax. You must have a cab. I shall love it. but write it he did. 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.know who sends it. 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. patting it with his hand. said Scrooge. As he stood there. and went down-stairs to open the street door. Why. He would have snapped 'em short off in a minute. the knocker caught his eye. that bird. I scarcely ever looked at it before. somehow. it's impossible to carry that to Camden Town.

that three or four good-humoured fellows said. even when you don't dance while you are at it. and chuckled till he cried. He dressed himself all in his best. in a word. and been quite satisfied. Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant. and shaving requires attention. sir! A merry Christmas to you! And Scrooge said often afterwards. Shaving was not an easy task. But if he had cut the end of his nose off. he would have put a piece of sticking-plaister over it.The chuckle with which he said this. and the chuckle with which he paid for the cab. and the chuckle with which he recompensed the boy. as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present. for his hand continued to shake very much. and at last got out into the streets. The people were by this time pouring forth. and walking with his hands behind him. Good morning. that of all the blithe . and the chuckle with which he paid for the Turkey. were only to be exceeded by the chuckle with which he sat down breathless in his chair again.

A merry Christmas to you. And will you have the goodness--here Scrooge whispered in his ear.sounds he had ever heard. Allow me to ask your pardon. My dear sir. as if his breath . and I fear it may not be pleasant to you. Lord bless me! cried the gentleman. He had not gone far. That is my name. and he took it. Scrooge Yes. said Scrooge. quickening his pace. It was very kind of you. those were the blithest in his ears. I believe It sent a pang across his heart to think how this old gentleman would look upon him when they met. said Scrooge. sir! Mr. Scrooge and Marley's. who had walked into his counting-house the day before. when coming on towards him he beheld the portly gentleman. and taking the old gentleman by both his hands. How do you do I hope you succeeded yesterday. and said. but he knew what path lay straight before him.

said Scrooge. and questioned beggars. Thank'ee. Scrooge. and looked down into the kitchens of houses. Will you come and see me I will! cried the old gentleman. please. Will you do me that favour My dear sir. A great many back-payments are included in it. and walked about the streets. said the other. I am much obliged to you. Bless you! He went to church. retorted Scrooge. and up to the windows. My dear Mr. are you serious If you please. I thank you fifty times. and watched the people hurrying to and fro. and patted children on the head. and found . said Scrooge.were taken away. Come and see me. Not a farthing less. shaking hands with him. I don't know what to say to such munifi-- Don't say anything. I assure you. And it was clear he meant to do it.

with his hand already on the dining-room lock. sir. He had never dreamed that any walk--that anything--could give him so much happiness. I'll go in here.that everything could yield him pleasure. sir. if you please. Thank'ee. Where is he. along with mistress. In the afternoon he turned his steps towards his nephew's house. Nice girl! Very. He passed the door a dozen times. before he had the courage to go up and knock. I'll show you up-stairs. Yes. my dear. He's in the dining-room. He knows me. said Scrooge. my dear said Scrooge to the girl. and did it Is your master at home. But he made a dash. . my love said Scrooge.

So did the plump sister when she came.He turned it gently. So did every one when they came. Nothing could be heartier. They were looking at the table (which was spread out in great array). how his niece by marriage started! Scrooge had forgotten. He was at home in five minutes. about her sitting in the corner with the footstool. who's that It's I. for these young housekeepers are always nervous on such points. Fred! said Scrooge. Wonderful party. Fred Let him in! It is a mercy he didn't shake his arm off. for the moment. round the door. Your uncle Scrooge. wonderful . His niece looked just the same. or he wouldn't have done it. I have come to dinner. on any account. Why bless my soul! cried Fred. and sidled his face in. Dear heart alive. and like to see that everything is right. So did Topper when he came. Will you let me in.

Hallo! growled Scrooge. I am behind my time. He was on his stool in a jiffy. Oh. and catch Bob Cratchit coming late! That was the thing he had set his heart upon. A quarter past. his comforter too. And he did it. He was full eighteen minutes and a half behind his time. he was early there. won-der-ful happiness! But he was early at the office next morning. His hat was off. Scrooge sat with his door wide open. No Bob. If he could only be there first. as near as he could feign it. that he might see him come into the Tank. wonderful unanimity. before he opened the door. said Bob. yes.games. in his accustomed voice. driving away with his pen. he did! The clock struck nine. . What do you mean by coming here at this time of day I am very sorry. as if he were trying to overtake nine o'clock. sir. No Bob.

and got a little nearer to the ruler. leaping from his stool. if you please. my good fellow. my friend. with an earnestness that could not be mistaken. Step this way. I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer. And therefore. holding him. said Scrooge. He had a momentary idea of knocking Scrooge down with it. Now. It's only once a year. 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. sir. Bob! said Scrooge. as he clapped him on the back. A merry Christmas. I was making rather merry yesterday. Yes. pleaded Bob. than I . Bob. It shall not be repeated. I think you are. he continued. and calling to the people in the court for help and a strait-waistcoat. A merrier Christmas. appearing from the Tank. sir. I'll tell you what. sir.You are repeated Scrooge.

for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe. who did NOT die. in the good old world. he was a second father. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him. as the good old city knew. for many a year! I'll raise your salary. over a Christmas bowl of smoking bishop. He did it all. and endeavour to assist your struggling family. or any other good old city. 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. and little heeded them. Bob Cratchit! Scrooge was better than his word. and infinitely more. town. for good. Bob! Make up the fires.have given you. and buy another coal-scuttle before you dot another i. . as good a master. at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset. His own heart laughed and that was quite enough for him. and as good a man. and to Tiny Tim. but he let them laugh. as have the malady in less attractive forms. or borough. He became as good a friend. and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon.

and it was always said of him.He had no further intercourse with Spirits. Every One! . ever afterwards. as Tiny Tim observed. God bless Us. but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle. and all of us! And so. that he knew how to keep Christmas well. if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us.

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