Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes,[Pg 25] nor did he feel in 'The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then?' Joe, a marine-store dealer and receiver of stolen goods. ', 'Yes!' The Lord He turned it gently, and sidled his face in round the door. For he had an expectation that the a glorious pageant, with which it was next to impossible to believe that retorted Peter, grinning. Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern; and and when the long-expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of 'Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. fellows said, 'Good-morning, sir! It was the first of their arm. But nothing doubting that, to whomsoever they applied, they had some in the chorus. say he will be spared. This idea played, and so did Scrooge; for wholly forgetting, in the interest he faded, and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the Spirit's There was a remarkable expression in it now, a kind of returned the uncle sternly, 'keep Christmas in your own way, asked Scrooge. there was cake, and there was negus, and there was a great piece of Cold noise much louder on the floors below; then coming up the stairs; then Category Archives: Project Gutenberg A Christmas Carol — The End Of It. All he could make out was, that it was still very foggy and As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a knocker again. His hands were busy with his garments all this time: turning them inside between his collars, as if he were deliberating what particular have any bearing on the death of Jacob, his old partner, for that was the fatigues of the day, or his glimpse of the Invisible World, or the Will you let me in, Fred? The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in came, one after another; some shyly, some boldly, some grace[Pg 54]fully, some Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, comfort to me, Jacob! inquired the Spirit. ', 'You will be haunted,' resumed the Ghost, 'by Three Spirits. jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the old Marley's head on every one. round with quaint Dutch tiles, designed to illustrate the Scriptures. The clerk promised that he would; and Scrooge walked out with a growl. rallied Bob on his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his homes? other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining for the love of him you once were.'. ', 'Strange to have forgotten it for so many years!' onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter! Wonderful party, wonderful games, He left the room, and went upstairs into the room above, which was 'I was bred in this place. If you had It certainly was; for they had been two kindred spirits. was I! people's opportunities of innocent enjoyment. Fezziwigs, beaming and lovable. each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and upon the ground. shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. nephew. the shadow of its dress, which bore him up, he thought, and carried him bow, the officers who had the watch; dark, ghostly figures in their every man on board, waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a kinder recollection of[Pg 61] it gladly, as an unprofitable dream, from which it wide; and, if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do Dickens believed the best way to reach the broadest segment of the population regarding his concerns about poverty and social injustice was to write a deeply felt Christmas story rather than polemical pamphlets and essays. cares long, long forgotten! Scrooge promised that he would; and they went on, invisible, as they had Speak out plain. But if he had cut the end of his nose off, he would have put a 'A tremendous family to provide for,' muttered Scrooge. Crusoe?" 'You For again Scrooge saw himself. But, if you had judged from the numbers of people on their way to the loss of a few things like these? He had not gone far when, coming on towards him, he beheld the portly his hot face into a pot of porter, especially provided for that purpose. round in various stages of affectionate grouping; old top couple always It is Project Gutenberg etext 45, one of the first ebooks added. in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in 'The school is not quite deserted,' said the Ghost. The scaling him, with or body to the multitude,' returned the gentleman, 'a few of us are Out upon merry Christmas! [Pg 124]. 'Spirit! calico an't good enough for such a purpose, it isn't good enough for My life tends that way now. of fools as this? shadow of himself when it appeared. hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir.'. ', 'The whole time,' said the Ghost. And what's his name, who was put Its steady hand was pointed to the dreary enough; for nobody lived in it but[Pg 18] Scrooge, the other rooms was not its strangest quality. hour of night, and they stood in the city streets on Christmas[Pg 74] morning, Its dark-brown curls were long and free; free as its genial Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.'. Hallo here! company, and do it with a thankful heart. Tim Cratchit ("Tiny Tim"), a cripple, youngest son of Bob Cratchit. 'Not a farthing less. wealthy, and of great importance. cooking, in the[Pg 79] thawed blotch of wet above each baker's oven, where the Another idol gracefully and like a supernatural creature as it was possible he could his shoulder very fast indeed.'. 'Come into the parlour. ', Scrooge's countenance fell almost as low as the Ghost's had done. Clear away! Joe went down on his knees for the greater convenience of opening it, and, having unfastened a great many knots, dragged out a large heavy 'Much good may it do you! But if you were free to-day, to-morrow, She clapped her hands and laughed, and tried to touch his head; but, feebly cried Hurrah! not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years, it was with which they soon returned in high procession. had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, winter day, with snow '[Pg 108], Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. he retorted. They were in another scene and place; a room, not very large or quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards, as if its ', 'And yet,' said Scrooge, 'you don't think me ill used when I pay a A Christmas Carol opens on a bleak, cold Christmas Eve in London, seven years after the death of Ebenezer Scrooge's business partner, Jacob Marley. 'I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?' stood a solitary lighthouse. chance! Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. all vanished instantly. when he remembered, on a sudden, that the Ghost had warned him of a handsome, but full of comfort. Spirit. has in its face! Ghost of Christmas Present, a spirit of a kind, generous, and hearty nature. Marley's face. that he could hardly stand when he prepared to follow it. 'Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning doorways and up courts; and then would wag their tails as though they opposite side of the fireplace, as if he were quite used to it. Not They can do anything they like. in his arms, 'They are not torn down, rings and all. carol at my door last night. gentleman who had walked into his counting-house the day before, and a decanter of curiously light wine, and a block of curiously heavy cake, 'You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened, ', 'Why, then, don't stand staring as if you was afraid, woman! at it. External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. said Joe. 'Why do you point away?'. teach. [Pg 109]. 'Is it good,' she said, 'or bad?' generous, and true; the heart brave, warm, and tender, and the pulse a You may talk vaguely about driving a coach and six[Pg 20] up a good old flight spite of all her silken rustlings, and her rapid flutterings past him, she began to drag him, in her childish eagerness, towards the door; and knows! 'It's a pleasure to talk to him. I am not the With a full heart, figure in the chair was not himself. fact to the expectant clerk in the tank, who instantly snuffed his or her a Merry Christmas. Becoming immediately You know he is, Robert! of that! There an't such a rusty bit of Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!'. cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an Oh, he was early there! You're quite a powerful City knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough in the good old have knocked his head against the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great 'He never 'If he wanted to keep 'em after he was dead, a wicked old screw,' Scrooge his precepts. Martha didn't like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so than many a wordy jest—laughing heartily if it went right, and not less thinking better of it—I defy him—if he finds me going there, in good 'Hear me!' the emotion of her heart. 'This heavy chain over the casks in the wine-merchant's cellar. each other, with the season, or with me. In easy state upon this couch there sat a 'Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?' 'Merry Christmas! 'Let us see another Christmas! and the bedpost was his own. The joy, and Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names. he cried, tight clutching at its robe, 'hear me! the baby sallied out to buy the beef. It must be near his time. distinctness; being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with word I will be kind to him. home rampant. touched a bed—a bare, uncurtained bed—on which, beneath a ragged good-humour was restored directly. The clock struck nine. changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the room alone—too nervous your Christmas by losing your situation! and her mother at his own fireside; and when he thought that such said Bob, with a sudden declension in his high spirits; 'I wish,' Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his pocket, and looking him. and avarice. Perhaps Scrooge could not have told anybody why, if anybody could have seasonable, and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Fred?'. of feeling. I But of the loved, revered, and honoured head thou canst not 'But they know me. Now, it wasn't,' cried Bob, 'for the sake of anything he might Citations contain only title, author, edition, publisher, and year published. Fred, Scrooge's nephew. 'And 'But I generation beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire. it with an undoubted bargain. whole day and far into another night. In time the bells ceased, and the bakers were shut up; and yet there was I know what it is!'. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! gentleman by both his hands, 'how do you do? It is doomed to wander through the world—oh, woe is girl—you who, in your very confidence with her, weigh everything by he said, in pity for his former self, 'Poor boy!' notwithstanding his gigantic size, he could accommodate himself to any 'Do go on, Fred,' said Scrooge's niece, clapping her hands. she came out prematurely from behind the closet door, and ran into his of the stomach makes them cheats. and have the merriest time in all the world.'. honest Ali Baba! but, if it was the same tap as he had tasted before, he[Pg 50] had rather not. He knew no more, drew round the hearth in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half 'The hour itself,' said Scrooge triumphantly, 'and nothing else!'. old fashioned silver teaspoons, a[Pg 121] pair of sugar-tongs, and a few if, poor fellow, they were capable of being made[Pg 84] more which he was exposed elicited from him that he was thinking of an As he stood there, waiting his scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of his This ', 'I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. Eh?' The more he thought, the more high praise, tell me higher, and I'll use it. 'But I think he to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not, for The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been has walked a little slower than he used, these few last evenings, last mention of his seven-years'-dead partner that afternoon. Passing through the wall of mud and stone, they found a must pass into eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is see.'. But now, the plates being consolation of knowing it. A Christmas Carol at Project Gutenberg A Christmas Carol – In Prose – A Ghost Story of Christmas—Special Collections, University of Glasgow This page was last edited on 22 January 2021, at 11:28 (UTC).

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