{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3178", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "HKISTMA\\nAROL:-\\nHARLE\\nsTRATEl\\nJ. H^Q-o.--\u00c2\u00bb-y^^", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS CAROL\\nIN PROSE\\nBEING\\n\u00c2\u00a9host ^tovii of \u00c2\u00a9hnsfwas\\nBY\\nCHARLES DICKENS\\nILLUSTRATED BY\\nI- M. GAUGENGIGL ..vo T. V. CHOMINSKI\\nBOSTON i\\ni^AMUEL E. CASSINO\\n1 887\\nI\\nN\\\\", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00abh Kv S E. Cassino.\\nCopyright, i8S6, by s.\\nfti", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nStabc \u00c2\u00a9nt.\\nPAGE\\nMarlev s Ghost 7\\nStabf STtoo,\\nThe First of the Three Spirits 33\\n,*tnfac iTIjrcc.\\nThe Second of the Three Spirits 59\\nStriDt iFoiir.\\nThe Last of the Spirits 9\\nStatic JTifac.\\nThe End of it 3", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "ILLUSTRATIONS.\\n4\\nS\\n6\\n7\\n8\\n9\\nlO\\n1 1\\n12\\n3\\n14\\n15\\n1 6,\\n1 7\\n1 8\\n19\\n20.\\n21\\nNUMl F.R\\n1. Dickens Portkai]-\\nScrooge\\nMeRRV ClIRIST.M.A.S\\nkxocricr\\nMari.ev .s Ghost\\nTiii: I ^iKST OF the Spirits\\nThe Vision of Ai.i B.\\\\ii.\\\\\\nThe F ezzi\\\\vk; H.\\\\i.i.\\nAnother inoi. h.\\\\s dispeaceu me,\\nBaby\\nThe Seconp of the Spirits\\nThe Wonderful Pudding\\nIn the Lighthouse\\nHlind-Man s Buff\\nThe Last of the Spirits\\nOn Change\\nOld Joe s\\nDeath s Dominion\\nIn the Churchvari)\\nScROOGi: Awakes\\nThe Prize Turkey\\nVisited hy his Nephew\\nLli. raise your salary\\n34. And to Tiny Tim he was a second f\\nvther\\np.\\\\(:e\\nFrontispiece\\nfacing 8\\n12\\n18\\n22\\n34^\\n40\\n46\\n48-\\n52-\\n6o-\\n72-\\n76-\\n82\\n90\\n92\\n96\\n100\\n108\\n1 I2j\\n116;\\n118\\nI 18\\n120", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Stauc 0nc.\\nMARLEY S GHOST.", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "MARLEY S GHOST.\\nMARLEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt\\nwhatever about that. The register of his burial was\\nsigned by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the\\nchief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge s name was\\ngood upon Change for any thing he chose to put his hand\\nto. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.\\nMind I don t mean to say that I know, of my own knowl-\\nedge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I\\nmight have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the\\ndeadest piece of iron-mongery in the trade. But the wisdom\\nof our ancestors is in the simile and my unhallowed hands\\nshall not disturb it, or the Country s done for. You will there-\\nfore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as\\ndead as a door-nail.\\nScrooge knew he was dead Of course he did. How\\ncould it be otherwise Scrooge and he were partners for I\\ndon t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor,\\nhis sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary leg-\\natee, his sole friend and sole mourner. And even Scrooge\\nwas not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was\\nan excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral,\\nand solemnized it with an undoubted barp;ain.", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 MARLEVS GHOST.\\nThe mention of Marley s funeral brings me back to the\\npoint I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was\\ndead. This must Ise distinctly understood, or nothing wonder-\\nful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were\\nnot perfectly convinced that Hamlet s father died before the\\nplay began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his\\ntaking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own\\nramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gen-\\ntleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot say\\nSaint Paul s Churchyard, for instance literally to astonish\\nhis son s weak mind.\\nScrooge never painted out Old Marley s name. There\\nit stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door\\nScrooge and Marley. The firm was known as Scrooge and\\nMarley. Sometimes people new^ to the business called\\nScrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered\\nto both names it was all the same to him.\\nOh but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone,\\nScrooge a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutch-\\ning, covetous old sinner Hard and sharp as fiint, from\\nwhich no steel had ever struck out generous fire secret,\\nand self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold\\nwithin him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose,\\nshrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait made his eyes red,\\nhis thin lips blue, and spoke out shrewdly in his grating\\nvoice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows,\\nand his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature\\nalways about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days;\\nand didn t thaw it one degree at Christmas.\\nExternal heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge.", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "^S", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3122", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "JIARLEY S GHOST. 9\\nNo warmth could warm, nor wintry weather chill him. No\\nwind that blew was bitterer than he, no fallim snow was\\nmore intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to\\nentreaty. Foul weather didn t know where to have him.\\nThe heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast\\nof the advantage over him in only one respect. They often\\ncame down handsomely, and Scrooge never did.\\nNobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with\\ngladsome looks, My dear Scrooge, how are you? when\\nwill you come to see me No beggars implored him to\\nbestow a trifle, no children asked him what it was o clock,\\nno man or woman ever once in all his life incjuircd the\\nway to such and such a place, of Scrooge. Even the\\nblindmen s dogs appeared to know him; and when they\\nsaw him coming on, would tug their owners into doorways\\nand up courts and then would wag their tails as though\\nthey said, No eye at all is better than an evil eye, dark\\nmaster!\\nBut what did Scrooge care? It was the very thing he\\nliked. To edge his way along the crowded paths of life,\\nwarning all human sympathy to keep its distance, was what\\nthe knowing ones call nuts to Scrooge.\\nOnce upon a time of all the good days in the year,\\non Christmas Eve old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-\\nhouse. !t was cold, bleak, biting weather: foeev withal-\\nand he could hear the people in the court outside go\\nwheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their\\nbreasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement-stones\\nto warm them. The city clocks had onlv just gone three,\\nbut it was quite dark already: it had not been light all\\n9", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "lo 31 AR LEY S GHOST.\\nday: and candles were flaring in the windows of the neigh-\\nboring offices, like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown\\nair. The fog came pouring in at every chink and keyhole,\\nand was so dense without, that although the court was of\\nthe narrowest, the houses opposite were mere phantoms.\\nTo see the dingy cloud come drooping down, obscuring\\nevery thing, one might have thought that Nature lived\\nhard by, and was brewing on a large scale.\\nThe door of Scrooge s counting-house was open that he\\nmight keep his eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little\\ncell beyond, a sort of tank, was copying letters. Scrooge\\nhad a very small fire, but the clerk s fire was so very\\nmuch smaller that it looked like one coal. But he couldn t\\nreplenish it, for Scrooge kept the coal-box in his own room\\nand so surel} as the clerk came in with the shovel, the\\nmaster predicted that it would be necessary for them to\\npart. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter, and\\ntried to warm himself at the candle in which effort, not\\nbeing a man of a strong imagination, he failed.\\nA merry Christmas, uncle! God sa^-e you! cried a\\ncheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge s nephew, who\\ncame upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation\\nhe had of his approach.\\nBah said Scrooge, Humbug\\nHe had so heated himself with rapid walking in the\\nfog and frost, this nephew of Scrooge s, that he was all in\\na glow; his face was ruddy and handsome; his eyes spar-\\nkled, and his breath smoked again.\\nChristmas a humbug, uncle said Scrooge s nephew.\\nYou don t mean that, I am sure.", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "AfARLEVS GHOST. n\\nI do, said Scrooge. Merry Christmas what right\\nhave you to be merry what reason have you to be merry\\nYou re poor enough.\\nCome, then, returned the nephew gayly. What right\\nhave you to be dismal what reason have you to be\\nmorose You re rich enough.\\nScrooge, having no better answer ready on the spur of\\nthe moment, said Bah! again; and followed it up with\\nHumbug.\\nDon t be cross, uncle, said the nephcw^\\nWhat else can I be, returned the uncle, when I live\\nin such a world of fools as this.? Merry Christmas! Out\\nupon merry Christmas I What s Christmas time to you but\\na time for paying bills without money a time for finding\\nyourself a year older, and not an hour richer; a time for\\nbalancing your books and having every item in em through\\na round dozen of months presented dead against you If I\\ncould work my will, said Scrooge indignantly, every idiot\\nwho goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips, should\\nbe boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of\\nholly through his heart. He should\\nUncle pleaded the nephew.\\nNephew returned the uncle sternly, keep Christmas\\nin your own way, and let me keep it in mine.\\nKeep it repeated Scrooge s nephew. But you don t\\nkeep it.\\nLet me leave it alone, then, said Scrooge. Much\\ngood may it do you Much good it has ever done you\\nThere are many things from which I might have\\nderived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "12 MARLEVS GHOST.\\nreturned the nephew Christmas among the rest. But I am\\nsure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has\\ncome round apart from the veneration due to its sacred\\nname and origin, if any thing belonging to it can be apart\\nfrom that as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable,\\npleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long cal-\\nendar of the year, when men and women seem by one\\nconsent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of\\npeople below them as if they really were fellow-passengers\\nto the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on\\nother journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never\\nput a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it\\nhas done me good, and zvi/l do me good and I say, God\\nbless it\\nThe clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded: becoming\\nimmediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire,\\nand extinguished the last frail spark forever.\\nLet me hear another sound from you said Scrooge,\\nand you ll keep your Christmas by losing your situation.\\nYou re quite a powerful speaker, sir, he added, turning to\\nhis nephew. I wonder you don t go into Parliament.\\nDon t be angry, uncle. Come! Dine with us to-\\nmorrow.\\nScrooee said that he would sec him ves, indeed he\\ndid. He went the whole length of the expression, and said\\nthat he would sec him in that extremity first.\\nBut why cried Scrooge s nephew. Why\\nWhy did you get married said Scrooge.\\nBecause I fell in love.\\nBecause you fell in love growled Scrooge, as if that", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "MARLEY S GHOST. 13\\nwere the only one thins: in the world more ridiculous than\\na merry Christmas. Good afternoon\\nNay, uncle, but you never came to see me before that\\nhappened. Why give it as a reason for not coming now.\\nGood afternoon, said Scrooge.\\nI want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; why\\ncannot we be friends\\nGood afternoon, said Scrooge.\\nI am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute.\\nWe have never had any quarrel, to which I have been a\\nparty. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas,\\nand I ll keep my Christmas humor to the last. So A Merry\\nChristmas, uncle\\nGood afternoon said Scrooare.\\nAnd A Happy New Year!\\nGood afternoon said Scrooafe.\\nHis nephew left the room without an angry word, not-\\nwithstanding. He stopped at the outer door to bestow the\\ngreetings of the season on the clerk, who, cold as he was,\\nwas warmer than Scrooge for he returned them cordially.\\nThere s another fellow, muttered Scrooge who over-\\nheard him my clerk, with fifteen shillings a week, and a\\nwife and family, talking about a merry Christmas. I ll retire\\nto Bedlam.\\nThis lunatic, in letting Scrooge s nephew out, had let\\ntwo other people in. They were portly gentlemen, pleasant\\nto behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in Scrooge s\\noiifice. They had books and papers in their hands, and\\nbowed to him.\\nScrooge and Marley s, I believe, said one of the\\n3", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "14 PARLEY S GHOST.\\ngentlemen, referring to his list. Have I the pleasure of\\naddressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr. Marley.\\nMr. Marley has been dead these seven years, .Scrooge\\nreplied. He died seven years ago, this very night.\\nWe have no doubt his liberality is well represented by\\nhis surviving partner, said the gentleman, ^^resenting his\\ncredentials.\\nIt certainly was, for they had been two kindred spirits.\\nAt the ominous word liberality, Scrooge frowned, and\\nshook his head, and handed the credentials back.\\nAt this festive season of the vear, Mr. .Scrooq-e, said\\nthe gentleman, taking up a pen, it is more than usually\\ndesirable that we should make some slight provision for\\nthe poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present\\ntime. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries\\nhundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts,\\nsir.\\nAre there no prisons asked Scrooge.\\nPlenty of prisons, said the gentleman, laying down the\\npen again.\\nAnd the Union workhouses demanded Scrooge. Are\\nthey still in operation\\nThey are. Still, returned the gentleman, I wish I\\ncould say they were not.\\nThe Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigor,\\nthen said Scrooge.\\nBoth very busy, sir.\\nOh I was afraid, from what you said at first, that\\nsomething had occurred to stop them in their useful course,\\nsaid Scrooge. I m very glad to hear it.", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "JIARLJiVS GHOST. 15\\nUnder the impression that they scarcely furnish Chris-\\ntian cheer of mind or body to the multitude, returned the\\ngentleman, a few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to\\nbuy the Poor some meat and drink, and means of warmth.\\nWe choose this time, because it is a time, of all others,\\nwhen Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. What\\nshall I put you down for.\\nNothing Scrooge replied.\\nYou wish to be anonymous\\nI wish to be left alone, said Scrooge. Since you ask\\nme what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don t\\nmake merr)- m\\\\ self at Christmas, and I can t afford to make\\nidle people merr) I help to support the establishments I\\nhaye mentioned they cost enough and those who are badly\\noff must go there.\\nMany can t go there and many would rather die.\\nIf they would rather die, said Scrooge, they had\\nbetter do it, and decrease the surplus population. Besides\\nexcuse me I don t know that.\\nBut you might know it, observed the gentleman.\\nIt s not my business, Scrooge returned. It s enough\\nfor a man to understand his own business, and not to inter-\\nfere with other people s. Mine occupies me constantly.\\nGood afternoon, gentlemen\\nSeeing clearly that it would be useless to pursue their\\npoint, the gentlemen withdrew. Scrooge resumed his labors\\nwith an improved opinion of himself, and in a more face-\\ntious temper than was usual with him.\\nMeanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so, that peo-\\nple ran about with flaring links, proffering their services to", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "i6 MARLEY S GHOST.\\neo before horses and carriages, and conduct them on their\\nway. The ancient tower of a churcli, whose gruff old bell\\nwas always peeping slily down at Scrooge out of a Gothic\\nwindow in the wall, became invisible, and struck the hours\\nand quarters in the clouds, with tremulous \\\\-ibrations after-\\nwards, as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up\\nthere. The cold became intense. In the main street, at\\nthe corner of the court, some laborers were repairing the\\ngas-pipes, and had lighted a great fire in a brazier, round\\nwhich a party of ragged men and boys were gathered\\nwarming their hands and winking their eyes before the\\nblaze in rapture. The water-plug being left in solitude, its\\noverflowings sullenly congealed, and turned to misanthropic\\nice. The brightness of the shops where holly sprigs and\\nberries crackled in the lamp-heat of the windows, made pale\\nfaces ruddy as they passed. Poulterers and grocers trades\\nbecame a splendid joke a glorious pageant, with which it\\nwas next to impossible to believe that sucli dull principles\\nas bargain and sale had any thing to do. The Lord Mayor,\\nin the stronghold of the mighty Mansion House, gave orders\\nto his fifty cooks and butlers to keep Christmas as a Lord\\nMayor s household should; and even the little tailor, whom\\nhe had fined five shillings on the previous Monday for\\nbeing drunk and blood-thirsty in the streets, stirred up to-\\nmorrow s pudding in his garret, while his lean wife and\\nthe baby sallied out to buy the beef.\\nFoggier vet and colder! Piercins:. searchintr, biting cold.\\nIf the good Saint Dunstan had but nipped the Evil Spirit s\\nnose with a touch of such weather as that, instead of using\\nhis familiar weapons, then indeed he would have roared to\\ni6", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "MARLEY S GHOST. 17\\nlusty purpose. The owner of one scant young nose, gnawed\\nand mumljled by the liungry cold as bones are gnawed by\\ndogs, stooped down at Scrooge s keyhole to regale him with\\na Christmas carol: but at the first sound of\\nGod bless you, merry gentleman\\nMay nothing you dismay\\nScrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action, that\\nthe singer fled in terror, leaving the keyhole to the fog and\\neven more congenial frost.\\nAt length the hour of shutting up the counting-house\\narrived. With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted from his stool,\\nand tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the\\nTank, who instantly snuffed his candle out, and put on his\\nhat.\\nYou ll want all day to-morrow, I suppose. said Scrooge.\\nIf quite convenient, Sir.\\nIt s not convenient, said Scrooge, and it s not fair.\\nIf I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you d think yourself\\nill used, I ll be bound?\\nThe clerk smiled faintly.\\nAnd yet, said Scrooge, you don t think nic ill-used,\\nwhen I pay a day s wages for no work.\\nThe clerk observed that it was only once a year.\\nA poor excuse for picking a man s pocket every twenty-\\nfifth of December said Scrooge, buttoning his great-coat\\nto the chin. But I suppose you must have the whole day.\\nBe here all the earlier next morning;\\nThe clerk promised that he would; and Scrooge walked\\nout with a growl. The office was closed in a twinkling,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a27", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "1 8 JlfAKLEY S GHOST.\\nand the clerk, with the long ends of his white comforter\\ndangling below his waist (for he boasted no great-coat),\\nwent down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys,\\ntwenty times, in honor of its being Christmas-eve, and then\\nran home to Camden Town as hard as he could pelt, to\\nplay at blindman s-buff.\\nScrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melan-\\ncholy tavern and having read all the newspapers, and be-\\nguiled the rest of the evening with his bankers-book, went\\nhome to bed. He lived in chambers which had once be-\\nlonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite\\nof rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where\\nit had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help\\nfancying it must have run there when it was a young house,\\nplaying at hide-and-seek with other houses, and ha\\\\ e forgot-\\nten the way out again. It was old enough now, and dreary\\nenough, for nobody lived in it but Scrooge, the other rooms\\nbeing all let out as ofifices. The yard was so dark that\\neven Scrooge, who knew its every stone, was fain to grojoe\\nwith his hands. The fog and frost so hung about the black\\nold gateway of the house, that it seemed as if the Genius\\nof the Weather sat in mournful meditation on the threshold.\\nNow, it is a fact, that there w^as nothing at all particular\\nabout the knocker on the door, except that it was very\\nlarge. It is also a fact, that Scrooge had seen it night and\\nmorning during his whole residence in that place also that\\nScrooge had as little of what is called fancy about him as\\nany man in the City of London, even including which is\\na bold word the corporation, aldermen, and livery. Let it\\nalso be borne in mind that Scrooge had not bestowed one\\ni8", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "r=^::^V \u00c2\u00abf!e^?^", "height": "3123", "width": "2497", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "MAR LEY S GHOST. ,g\\nthought on Marley, since his last mention of his seven-years\\ndead partner that afternoon. And then let any man explain\\nto me, if he can, how it happened that Scrooge, having his\\nkey in the lock of the door, saw in the knocker, without\\nits undergoing any intermediate process or change not a\\nknocker, but Marley s face.\\nMarley s face. It was not in impenetrable shadow as the\\nother objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about\\nit, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or\\nferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look:\\nwith ghostly spectacles turned up upon its ghostly forehead.\\nThe hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot-air;\\nand though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly\\nmotionless. That, and its livid color, made it horrible; but\\nits horror seemed to be, in spite of the face and beyond its\\ncontrol, rather than a part of its own expression.\\nAs Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a\\nknocker ao-ain.\\nTo say that he was not startled, or that his blood was\\nnot conscious of a terrible sensation to which it had been\\na stranger from infancy, would be untrue. But he put his\\nhand upon the key he had relinquished, turned it sturdily,\\nwalked in, and lighted his candle.\\nHe did pause, with a moment s irresolution, before he\\nshut the door; and he did look cautiously behind it first, as\\nif he half-expected to be terrified with the sight of Marley s\\npig-tail sticking out into the hall. But there was nothino-\\non the back of the door, except the screws and nuts that\\nheld the knocker on so he said Pooh, pooh and closed\\nit with a bang\\n19", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "20 MARLEY S GHOST.\\nThe sound resounded through the house Hke thunder.\\nEvery room above, and every cask in the wine-merchant s\\ncellars below, appeared to have a separate peal of echoes\\nof its own. Scrooge was not a man to be frightened by\\nechoes. He fastened the door, and walked across the hall,\\nand up the stairs: slowly too: trimming his candle as he\\nwent.\\nYou may talk vaguely about driving a coach-and-six up\\na good old flight of stairs, or through a bad young Act of\\nParliament; but I mean to say you might have got a hearse\\nup that staircase, and taken it broadwise, with the splinter-bar\\ntowards the wall, and the door towards the balustrades and\\ndone it easy. There was plenty of width for that, and room\\nto spare; which is perhaps the reason why Scrooge thought\\nhe saw a locomotive hearse going on before him in the gloom.\\nHalf-a-dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldn t have lighted\\nthe entry too well, so you may suppose that it was pretty\\ndark with Scrooge s dip.\\nUp Scrooge went, not caring a button for that: darkness\\nis cheap, and Scrooge liked it. But before he shut his\\nheavy door, he walked through his rooms to see that all was\\nright. He had just enough recollection of the face to desire\\nto do that.\\nSitting-room, bed-room, lumber-room. As they should be.\\nNobody under the table, nobody under the sofa a small fire\\nin the grate; spoon and basin ready; and the little saucepan\\nof gruel (Scrooge had a cold in head) upon the hob. No-\\nbody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in his\\ndressing-gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious atti-\\ntude aoainst the wall. Lumber-room as usual. Old fire-", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "MARLEY S GHOST.\\n21\\nguard, old shoes, two fish-baskets, washing-stand on three\\nlegs, and a poker.\\nQuite satisfied, he closed his door, and locked himself in\\ndouble-locked himself in, which was not his custom. Thus\\nsecured against surprise, he took off his cravat; put on his\\ndressing-gown and slippers, and his night-cap; and sat down\\nbefore the fire to take his gruel.\\nIt was a very low fire indeed; nothing on such a bitter\\nnight. He was obliged to sit close to it, and brood over it,\\nbefore he could extract the least sensation of warmth from\\nsuch a handful of fuel. The fire-place was an old one, built\\nby some Dutch merchant long ago, and paved all round\\nwith quaint Dutch tiles, designed to illustrate the Scriptures.\\nThere were Cains and Abels; Pharaoh s daughters, Queens\\nof Sheba, Angelic messengers descending through the air\\non clouds like feather-beds, Abrahams, Belshazzars, Apostles\\nputting off to sea in butter-boats, hundreds of figures, to\\nattract his thoughts; and yet that face of Marley, seven\\nyears dead, came like the ancient Prophet s rod, and swal-\\nlowed up the whole. If each smooth tile had been a blank\\nat first, with power to shape some picture on its surface\\nfrom the disjointed fragments of his thoughts, there would\\nhave been a copy of old Marley s head on every one.\\nHumbug! said Scrooge; and walked across the room.\\nAfter several turns, he sat down again. As he threw his\\nhead back in the chair, his glance happened to rest upon a\\nbell, a disused bell, that hung in the room, and communi-\\ncated for some purpose now forgotten with a chamber in the\\nhighest story of the building. It was with great astonish-\\nment, and with a strange, inexplicable dread, that as he\\n21", "height": "3153", "width": "2563", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "22 MARLEY S GHOST.\\nlooked, he saw this bell begin to swing. It swung so softly\\nin the outset that it scarcely made a sound; but scon it rang\\nout loudly, and so did every bell in the house.\\nThis might have lasted half a minute, or a minute, but\\nit seemed an hour. The bells ceased as they had begun,\\ntogether. They were succeeded by a clanking noise, deep\\ndown below as if some person were dragging a heavy chain\\nover the casks in the wine-merchant s cellar. Scrooge then\\nremembered to have heard that ghosts in haunted houses\\nwere described as dragging chains.\\nThe cellar-door flew open with a booming sound, and\\nthen he heard the noise much louder, on the floors below;\\nthen coming up the stairs then coming straight towards\\nhis door.\\nIt s humbug still said Scrooge. I won t believe it.\\nHis color changed though, when, without a pause, it\\ncame on through the heavy door, and passed into the room\\nbefore his eyes. Upon its coming in, the dying flame leaped\\nup, as though it cried, I know him Marley s ghost and\\nfell again.\\nThe same face: the very same. Marley in his pig-tail,\\nusual waistcoat, tights, and boots; the tassels on the latter\\nbristling, like his pig-tail, and his coat-skirts, and the hair upon\\nhis head. The chain he drew was clasped about his middle.\\nIt was long, and wound about him like a tail and it was made\\n(for Scrooge observed it closely) of cash-boxes, keys, padlocks,\\nledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel. His body\\nwas transparent: so that Scrooge, observing him, and looking\\nthrough his waistcoat, could see the two buttons on his coat\\nbehind.\\nI", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "MARLEY S GHOST. 23\\nScrooge had often heard it said that Marley had no bowels,\\nbut he had never bcHeved it until now.\\nNo, nor did he beheve it even now. Though he looked\\nthe phantom through and through, and saw it standing before\\nhim though he felt the chilling influence of its death-cold\\neyes and marked the very texture of the folded kerchief\\nbound about its head and chin, which wrapper he had not\\nobserved before he was still incredulous, and fought aeainst\\nhis senses.\\nHow now! said Scrooge, caustic and cold as ever.\\nWhat do you want with me\\nMuch Marley s voice, no doubt about it.\\nWho are )0U\\nAsk me who I was.\\nWho lucre you then said Scrooge, raising his voice.\\nYou re particular for a shade. He was going to say /c;\\na shade, but substituted this, as more appropriate.\\nIn life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.\\nCan voiL can you sit down asked Scrooge, lookine\\ndoubtfully at him.\\nI can.\\nDo it then.\\nScrooge asked the question, because he didn t know whether\\na ghost so transparent might find himself in a condition to\\ntake a chair; and felt that in the event of its being impossible,\\nit might involve the necessity of an embarrassing explanation.\\nBut the ghost sat down on the opposite side of the fire-place,\\nas if he were quite used to it.\\nYou don t believe in me, observed the Ghost.\\nI don t, said Scrooge.\\n23", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "24 MARLEY S GHOST.\\nWhat evidence would you have of my reality, beyond\\nthat of your senses\\nI don t know, said Scrooge.\\nWhy do you doubt your senses\\nBecause, said Scrooge, a little thing affects them. A\\nslight disorder of the stomach makes them cheats. You may\\nbe an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of\\ncheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There s more of\\ngravy than of grave about you, whatever you are\\nScrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes, nor\\ndid he feel, in his heart, by any means waggish then. The\\ntruth is, that he tried to be smart, as a means of distracting\\nhis own attention, and keeping down his terror for the spec-\\ntre s voice disturbed the very marrow in his bones.\\nTo sit, staring at those fixed, glazed eyes, in silence for a\\nmoment, would play, Scrooge felt, the \\\\cry deuce with him.\\nThere was something very awful, too, in the spectre s being\\nprovided with an infernal atmosphere of its own. Scrooge\\ncould not feel it himself, but this was clearly the case; for\\nthough the Ghost sat perfectly motionless, its hair, and skirts,\\nand tassels, were still agitated as by the hot vapor from an\\noven.\\nYou see this toothpick said Scrooge, returning quickly\\nto the charcje, for the reason just assigned; and wishing,\\nthough it were only for a second, to divert the vision s stony\\ngaze from himself.\\nI do, replied the Ghost.\\nYou are not looking at it, said Scrooge.\\nBut I see it, said the Ghost, notwithstanding.\\nWell returned Scrooge. I have but to swallow this,\\n24", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "MARLEVS GHOST. 25\\nand lie for the rest of my days jDersecuted by a legion of gob-\\nlins, all of my own creation. Humbug, I tell you humbug!\\nAt this, the spirit raised a frightful cry, and shook its\\nchain with such a dismal and appalling noise, that Scrooge\\nheld on tight to his chair, to save himself from falling in a\\nswoon. But how much greater was his horror, when the\\nphantom, taking off the bandage round its head, as if it were\\ntoo warm to wear in-doors, its lower jaw dropped down upon\\nits breast!\\nScrooge fell upon his knees, and clasped his hands before\\nhis face.\\nMercy he said. Dreadful apparition, why do you\\ntrouble me\\nMan of the worldly mind! replied the Ghost, do you\\nbelieve in me or not\\nI do, said Scrooge. I must. But why do you spirits\\nwalk the earth, and why do the)- come to me\\nIt is required of every man, the Ghost returned, that\\nthe spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men,\\nand travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in\\nlife, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to\\nwander through the world\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, woe is me! and witness\\nwhat it cannot share, but might have shared on earth, and\\nturned to happiness!\\nAgain the spectre raised a cry, and shook its chain, and\\nwrung its shadowy hands.\\nYou are fettered, said Scrooge, trembling. Tell me\\nwhy\\nI wear the chain I forged in life, replied the Ghost. I\\nmade it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "26 MAKLEY S GHOST.\\nown free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern\\nstrange to you\\nScrooee trembled more and more.\\nOr would you know, pursued the Ghost, the weight\\nand length of the strong coil you bear yourself It was full\\nas heavy and as long as this seven Christmas Eves ago. You\\nhave labored on it since. It is a ponderous chain\\nScrooge glanced about him on the floor, in the expectation\\nof finding himself surrounded by some fifty or sixty fathoms\\nof iron cable but he could see nothing.\\nJacob, he said imploringly. Old Jacob Marley, tell me\\nmore. Speak comfort to me, Jacob.\\nI have none to give, the Ghost replied. It comes from\\nother regions, Ebenezer Scrooge, and is conveyed by other\\nministers to other kinds of men. Nor can I tell you what I\\nwould. A very little more is all permitted to me. I cannot\\nrest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere. My spirit never\\nwalked beyond our counting-house mark me! in life my\\nspirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-\\nchanging hole; and weary journeys lie before me!\\nIt was a habit with Scrooge, whenever he became thought-\\nful, to put his hands in his breeches pockets. Pondering on\\nwhat the Ghost had said, he did so now, but without lifting\\nup his eyes, or getting off his knees.\\nYou must have been very slow about it, Jacob, Scrooge\\nobserved in a business-like manner, though with humility and\\ndeference.\\nSlow! the Ghost repeated.\\nSeven years dead, mused Scrooge. And travelling all\\nthe time?\\n26", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "MARLEVS GHOST. 27\\nThe whole time, said the Ghost. No rest, no peace.\\nIncessant torture of remorse.\\nYou travel fast said Scrooo-e.\\nOn the wings of the wind, replied the Ghost.\\nYou might have got over a great quantity of ground in\\nseven years, said Scrooge.\\nThe Ghost, on hearing this, set up another cry, and clanked\\nits chain so hideously in the dead silence of the night, that the\\nWard would have been justified in indicting it for a nuisance.\\nOh! captive, bound, and double-ironed, cried the phan-\\ntom, not to know, that ages of incessant labor by immortal\\ncreatures, for this earth must pass into eternity before the\\ngood of which it is susceptible is all developed. Not to know\\nthat any Christian spirit working kindly in its little sphere,\\nwhatever it may be, will find its mortal life too short for its\\nvast means of usefulness. Not to know that no space of\\nregret can make amends for one life s opportunities misused\\nYet such was I Oh such was I\\nBut you were always a good man of business, Jacob,\\nfaltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.\\nBusiness! cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again.\\nMankind was my business. The common welfare was my\\nbusiness; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were\\nall my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop\\nof water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!\\nIt held up its chain at arm s length, as if that were the\\ncause of all its unavailing grief, and flung it heavily upon the\\nground again.\\nAt this time of the rolling year, the spectre said, I\\nsuffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings\\n27", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "28 MARLEY S GHOST.\\nwith my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed\\nStar which led the Wise Men to a poor abode Were there\\nno poor homes to which its light would have conducted me?\\nScrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going\\non at this rate, and began to quake exceedingly.\\nHear me! cried the Ghost. My time is nearly gone.\\nI will, said Scrooge. But don t be hard upon me\\nDon t be flowery, Jacob Pray\\nHow it is that I appear before you in a shape that you\\ncan see, I may not tell. I have sat invisible beside you many\\nand many a day.\\nIt was not an agreeable idea. Scrooge shivered, and wiped\\nthe perspiration from his brow.\\nThat is no light part of my penance, pursued the Ghost.\\nI am here to-night to warn you, that you ha\\\\-e yet a chance\\nand hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my\\nprocuring, Ebenezer.\\nYou were always a good friend to me, said Scrooge.\\nThank ee\\nYou will be haunted, resumed the Ghost, by Three\\nSpirits.\\nScrooge s countenance fell almost as low as the Ghost s\\nhad done.\\nIs that the chance and hope you mentioned, Jacob he\\ndemanded, in a faltering voice.\\nIt is.\\nI I think I d rather not, said Scrooge.\\nWithout their visits, said the Ghost, you cannot hope\\nto shun the path I tread. Expect the first to-morrow, when\\nthe bell tolls one.\\n28", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "MAR LEY S GHOST. 29\\nCouldn t I take em all at once, and have it over, Jacob?\\nhinted Scrooge.\\nExpect the second on the next night at the same hour.\\nThe third upon the next night when the last stroke of twelve\\nhas ceased to vibrate. Look to see me no more; and look\\nthat, for your own sake, you remember what has passed\\nbetween us\\nWhen it had said these words, the spectre took its wrapper\\nfrom the table, and bound it round its head as before. .Scrooo-e\\nknew this by the smart sound its teeth made, when the jaws\\nwere brought together by the bandage. He ventured to raise\\nhis eyes again, and found his supernatural visitor confrontino-\\nhim in an erect attitude, with its chain wound over and about\\nits arm.\\nThe apparition walked backward from him and at every\\nstep it took, the window raised itself a little, so that when the\\nspectre reached it, it was wide open. It beckoned Scrooge to\\napproach, which he did. When they were within two paces\\nof each other, Marley s Ghost held up its hand, warning him\\nto come no nearer. Scrooge stopped.\\nNot so much in obedience, as in surprise and fear: for on\\nthe raising of the hand, he became sensible of confused noises\\nin the air, incoherent sounds of lamentation and regret wail-\\nings inexpressibly sorrowful and self-accusatory. The spectre,\\nafter listening for a moment, joined in the mournful dirge;\\nand floated out upon the bleak, dark night.\\nScrooge followed to the window, desperate in his curiosity.\\nHe looked out.\\nThe air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and\\nthither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every\\n29", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "^^JUi\\n30 Jl/AJ^L\u00c2\u00a3V S GHOST.\\none of them wore chains like Marley s Ghost some few (they\\nmight be guilty governments) were linked together; none were\\nfree. Many had been personally known to Scrooge in their\\nlives. He had been quite familiar with one old ghost, in a\\nwhite waistcoat, with a monstrous iron safe attached to its\\nankle, who cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched\\nwoman with an infant, whom it saw below, upon a doorstep.\\nThe misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to\\ninterfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power\\nfor ever.\\nWhether these creatures faded into mist, or mist en-\\nshrouded them, he could not tell. Ikit they and their spirit\\nvoices faded together and the night became as it had been\\nwhen he walked home.\\nScrooge closed the window, and examined the door by\\nwhich the Ghost had entered. It was double-locked, as he\\nhad locked it with his own hands, and the bolts were undis-\\nturbed. He tried to say Humbug! but stopped at the first\\nsyllable. And being, from the emotion he had undergone, or\\nthe fatigues of the day, or his glimpse of the Invisible World,\\nor the dull conversation of the Ghost, or the lateness of the\\nhour, much in need of repose, went straight to bed without\\nundressing, and fell asleep upon the instant.\\n30", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nWHEN Scrooge awoke, it was so dark, that looking\\nout of Ix d, he could scarcely distinguish the trans-\\nparent window from the opaque walls of his chamber. He\\nwas endeavoring to pierce the darkness with his ferret eyes,\\nwhen the chimes of a neighboring church struck the four\\nquarters. So he listened for the hour.\\nTo his great astonishment the heavy bell went on from\\nsix to seven, and from seven to eight, and regularly up to\\ntwelve then stopped. Twelve It was past two when he\\nwent to bed. The clock was wrong. An icicle must have\\ngot into the works. Twelve\\nHe touched the spring of his repeater, to correct this\\nmost preposterous clock. Its rapid little pulse beat twelve;\\nand stopped.\\nWhy, it isn t possible, said Scrooge, that I can have\\nslept through a whole day and far into another night. It\\nisn t possible that any thing has happened to the sun, and\\nthis is twelve at noon\\nThe idea being an alarming one, he scrambled out of\\nbed, and groped his way to the window. He was obliged to\\nrub the frost off with the sleeve of his dressing-gown before\\nhe could see any thing; and could see very little then. All\\n33", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "34 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPHiFES.\\nhe could make out was, that it was still very foggy and ex-\\ntremely cold, and that there was no noise of people running\\nto and fro, and making a great stir, as there unquestionably\\nwould have been if night had beaten off bright day, and\\ntaken possession of the world. This was a great relief, be-\\ncause three days after sight of this First of Exchange pay\\nto Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge or his order, and so forth, would\\nhave become a mere United States security if there were\\nno days to count by.\\nScrooge went to bed again, and thought, and thought,\\nand thought it over and over and over, and could make\\nnothing of it. The more he thought, the more perplexed\\nhe was; and the more he endeavored not to think, the\\nmore he thought. Marley s Ghost bothered him exceedingly.\\nEvery time he resolved within himself, after mature inquiry,\\nthat it was all a dream, his mind flew back again, like a\\nstrong spring released, to its first position, and presented\\nthe same problem to be worked all through, Was it a\\ndream or not?\\nScrooge lay in this state until the chimes had gone three\\nquarters more, when he remembered, on a sudden, that the\\nGhost had warned him of a visitation when the bell tolled\\none. He resolved to lie awake until the hour was past and,\\nconsidering that he could no more got to sleep than go to\\nHeaven, this was perhaps the wisest resolution in his power.\\nThe quarter was so long, that he was more than once\\nconvinced he must have sunk into a doze unconsciously,\\nand missed the clock. At length it broke upon his listening\\near.\\nDing, dong\\n34", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRETS. 35\\nA quarter past, said Scrooge, counting.\\nDing, dong!\\nHalf past said Scrooge.\\nDing, dong\\nA quarter to it, said Scrooge.\\nDing, dong!\\nThe liour itself, said Scrooge triumphantly, ^and noth-\\ning else\\nHe spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now\\ndid with a deep, dull, hollow, melancholy One. Light flashed\\nup in the room upon the instant, and the curtains of his bed\\nwere drawn.\\nThe curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, bv\\na hand. Not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at\\nhis back, but those to which his face was addressed. The\\ncurtains of his bed were drawn aside and Scrooee, startino-\\nup into a half-recumbcnt attitude, found himself face to face\\nwith the unearthly visitor who drew them as close to it as\\nI am now to you, and I am standing in the spirit at your\\nelbow.\\nIt was a strange figure like a child: yet not so like a\\nchild as like an old man, viewed through some supernatural\\nmedium, wliich gave him the appearance of having receded\\nfrom the view, and being diminished to a child s proportions.\\nIts hair, which hung about its neck and down its back,\\nwas white as if with age and yet the face had not a\\nwrinkle in it, and the tenderest bloom was on the skin.\\nThe arms were very long and muscular; the hands the\\nsame, as if its hold were of uncommon strenoth. Its leo-s\\nand feet, most delicately formed, were, like those upper\\n35", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "36 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPHiETS.\\nmembers, bare. It wore a tunic of the purest white; and\\nround its waist was Ijound a lustrous belt, the sheen of\\nwhich was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly\\nin its hand; and, in singular contradiction of that wintry\\nemblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But\\nthe strangest thing about it was, that from the crown of its\\nhead there sprung a bright clear jet of light, by which all\\nthis was visible and which was doubtless the occasion of\\nits using, in its duller moments, a great extinguisher for a\\ncap, which it now held under its arm.\\nEven this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with in-\\ncreasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. P or as its\\nbelt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in an-\\nother, and what was light one instant at another time was\\ndark, so the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being\\nnow a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with\\ntwenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head\\nwithout a body: of which dissolving parts no outline would\\nbe visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away.\\nAnd in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again\\ndistinct and clear as ever.\\nAre you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to\\nme asked Scrooge.\\nI am\\nThe voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if in-\\nstead of beins: so close beside him, it were at a distance.\\nho, and what are you Scrooge demanded.\\nI am the Ghost of Christmas Past.\\nLong past inquired Scrooge, observant of its dwarfish\\nstature.\\n36", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Till FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRFTS. 37\\nNo. Your past.\\nPerhai^s Scrooge could not have told anybody why, if\\nanybody could have asked him, Ijut he had a special desire\\nto see the Spirit in his cap, and begged him to be cov-\\nered.\\nWhat exclaimed the Ghost, would you so soon put\\nout, with worldly hands, the light I give? Is it not enough\\nthat you are one of those whose passions made this cap,\\nand force me through whole trains of years to wear it low\\nupon my brow\\nScrooge reverently disclaimed all intention to offend, or\\nany knowledge of having wilfully bonneted the Spirit at\\nany period of his life. He then made bold to inquire what\\nbusiness brought him there.\\nYour welfare said the Ghost.\\nScrooge expressed himself much obliged, but could not\\nhelp thinking that a night of unbroken rest would have\\nbeen more conducive to that end. The Spirit must have\\nheard him thinking, for it said immediately\\nYour reclamation, then. Take heed\\nIt put out its strong hand as it spoke, and clasped him\\ngently by the arm.\\nRise and walk with me\\nIt would have been in vain for Scrooge to plead that\\nthe weather and the hour were not adapted to pedestrian\\npurposes; that bed was warm, and the thermometer a lono-\\nway below freezing that he was clad but lightly in his\\nslippers, dressing-gown, and night-cap; and that he had a\\ncold upon him at that time. The grasp, though o-entle as\\na woman s hand, was not to be resisted. He rose: but\\n37", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "i\\n38 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPHiFTS.\\nfinding that the Spirit made towards the window, clasped\\nits robe in supplication.\\nI am a mortal, Scrooge remonstrated, and liable to\\nfall.\\nBear but a touch of my hand there said the Spirit,\\nlaying it upon his heart, and 30U shall be upheld in more\\nthan this\\nAs the words were spoken, they passed through the\\nwall, and stood upon an open country road, with fields on\\neither hand. The city had entirely vanished. Not a ves-\\ntise of it was to be seen. The darkness and the mist had\\nvanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, winter day, with\\nsnow upon tlie ground.\\nGood Heaven! said Scrooge, clasping his hands to-\\ngether, as he looked about him. I was bred in this place.\\nI was a boy here\\nThe .Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch,\\nthough it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still\\npresent to the old man s sense of feeling. He was con-\\nscious of a thousand odors floating in the air, each one con-\\nnected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and\\ncares long, long forgotten\\nYour lip is trembling, said the Ghost. And what is\\nthat upon your cheek\\nScrooge muttered, with an unusual catching in his voice,\\nthat it was a pimple; and begged the Ghost to lead him\\nwhere he would.\\nYou recollect the way? inquired the Spirit.\\nRemember it! cried Scrooge with fervor I could\\nwalk it blindfold.\\n.38", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF TUli THREE SPIRITS. 39\\nStrange to have forgotten it for so many years! ob-\\nserved the Ghost. Let us go on.\\nThey walked along the road Scrooge recognizing every\\ngate, and post, and tree until a little market-town appeared\\nin the distance, with its bridge, its church, and winding-\\nriver. Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards\\nthem with boys upon their backs, who called to other boys\\nin country gigs and carts, driven by farmers. All these boys\\nwere in great spirits, and shouted to each other, until the\\nbroad fields were so full of merry music, that the crisp air\\nlaughed to hear it.\\nThese are but shadows of the things that have been,\\nsaid the Ghost. They have no consciousness of us.\\nThe jocund travellers came on and as they came,\\nScrooge knew and named them every one. Whv was he\\nrejoiced beyond all bounds to see them Why did his cold\\neye glisten, and his heart leap up as they went past Why\\nwas he filled with gladness when he heard them give each\\nother merry Christmas, as they parted at cross-roads and by-\\nways for their several homes What was merry Christmas\\nto Scrooge.? Out upon merry Christmas! What good had\\nit ever clone to him\\nThe school is not quite deserted, said the Ghost. A\\nsolitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.\\nScrooge said he knew it. And he sobbed.\\nThey left the high-road by a well remembered lane, and\\nsoon approached a mansion of dull red brick, with a little\\nweathercock-surmounted cupola on the roof, and a bell hano--\\ning in it. It was a large house, but one of broken fortunes;\\nfor the spacious offices were little used, their walls were\\n39", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "40 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRETS.\\ndamp and moss)-, their windows broken, and tlieir gates de-\\ncayed. Fowls clucked and strutted in the stables and the\\ncoach-houses and sheds were overrun with grass. Nor was\\nit more retentive of its ancient state within; for entcrino- the\\ndreary hall, and glancing through the open doors of manv\\nrooms, they found them poorly furnished, cold, and vast.\\nThere was an earthly savor in the air, a chillv bareness in\\nthe place, which associated itself somehow with too much\\ngetting up by candle-light, and not too much to eat.\\nThey went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall, to a\\ndoor at the back of the house. It ojjened before them, and\\ndisclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by\\nlines of plain deal forms and desks. At one of these a\\nlonely boy was reading near a feeble fire and Scrooge sat\\ndown upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self\\nas he had used to be.\\nNot a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle\\nfrom the mice behind tlie panelling, not a drip from the half-\\nthawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among\\nthe leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle\\nswinging of an empty store-door, no, not a clicking in the\\nfire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with softening influ-\\nence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.\\nThe Spirit touched him on the arm, and pointed to his\\nyounger self, intent upon his reading. Suddenly a man in\\nforeign garments, wonderfully real and distinct to look at,\\nstood outside the window, with an axe stuck in his belt, and\\nleading an ass laden with wood by the bridle.\\nWhy, it s AH Baba Scrooge exclaimed in ecstasy.\\nIt s dear old honest Ali Baba! Yes, yes, I know! One\\n44", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "W^\\n/i", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "^p\\nw\\nTT\\nM\\nI", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS. 41\\nChristmas time, when 3-ondcr soHtary child was li ft here all\\nalone, he did come, for the first time, just like that. Poor\\nboy! And Valentine, said Scrooge, and his wild brother,\\nOrson; there they go! And what s his name, who was put\\ndown in his drawers, asleep, at the Gate of Damascus; don t\\nyou see him! And the Sultan s Groom turned upside-down\\nby the Genii; there he is upon his head! Serve him rioht.\\nI m glad of it. What business had he to be married to the\\nPrincess\\nTo hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of his\\nnature on such subjects, in a most extraordinary voice be-\\ntween laughing and crying, and to see his heightened and\\nexcited face, would have been a surprise to his business\\nfriends in the city, indeed.\\nThere s the Parrot! cried Scrooge. Green body and\\nyellow tail, with a thing like a lettuce growing out of the\\ntop of his head there he is Poor Robin Crusoe, he called\\nhim, when he came home again after sailing round the island.\\nPoor Robin Crusoe, where have you been, Robin Crusoe.?\\nThe man thought he was dreaming, but he wasn t. It was\\nthe Parrot, you know. There goes Friday, running for his\\nlife to the little creek! Halloa! Hoop! Halloo!\\nThen with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his\\nusual character, he said, in pity for his former self, Poor\\nboy and cried again.\\nI wish, Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his\\npocket, and looking about him, after drying his eyes with\\nhis cuff: but its too late now.\\nWhat is the matter.? asked the Spirit.\\nNothing, said Scrooge. Nothing. There was a boy\\n41", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "42 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nsinofincr a Christmas Carol at mv door last nifrht. I should\\nlike to have oriven him somethins;: that s all.\\nThe Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand say-\\nine as it did so, Let us see another Christmas\\nScrooge s former self grew larger at the words, and the\\nroom became a little darker and more dirty. The panels\\nshrunk, the windows cracked fragments of plaster fell out\\nof the ceiling, and the naked laths were shown instead but\\nhow all this was brought about, Scrooge knew no more than\\nyou do. He only knew that it was quite correct that every\\nthing had happened so; that there he was, alone again, when\\nall the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays.\\nHe was not reading now, but walking up and down de-\\nspairingly. Scrooge looked at the Ghost, and with a mourn-\\nful shaking of his head glanced anxiously towards the door.\\nIt opened; and a little girl, much younger than the boy,\\ncame darting in, and putting her arms about his neck, and\\noften kissing him, addressed him as her Dear, dear brother.\\nI have come to bring you home, dear brother! said\\nthe child, clapping her tiny hands, and bending down to\\nlaueh. To brinfr vou home, home, home!\\nHome, little Fan? returned the boy.\\nYes said the child, brimful of glee. Home, for good\\nand all. Home, for ever and ever. Father is so much kinder\\nthan he used to be, that home s like Heaven He spoke so\\ngently to me one dear night when I was going to bed, that\\nI was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come\\nhome and he said, Yes, you should and sent me in a\\ncoach to bring you. And you re to be a man said the\\nchild, opening her eyes, and are never to come back here;\\n42", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPHUTS. 43\\nbut first, we re to be together all the Christmas long, and\\nhave the merriest time in all the world.\\nYou are quite a woman, little Fan exclaimed the boy.\\nShe clapped her hands and laughed, and tried to touch\\nhis head; but being too little, laughed again, and stood on\\ntiptoe to embrace him. Then she began to drag him, in her\\nchildish eagerness, towards the door; and he, nothing loth\\nto go, accompanied her.\\nA terrible voice in the hall cried, Bring down Master\\nScrooge s box, there! and in the hall appeared the school-\\nmaster himself, who glared on Master Scrooge with a fero-\\ncious condescension, and threw him into a dreadful state of\\nmind by shaking hands with him. He then conveyed him\\nand his sister into the veriest old well of a shivering best-\\nparlor that ever was seen, where the maps upon the wall,\\nand the celestial and terrestrial globes in the windows, were\\nwaxy with cold. Here he produced a decanter of curiously\\nlight wine, and a block of curiously heavy cake, and admin-\\nistered/instalments of those dainties to the young people:\\nat the same time, sending out a meagre servant to offer a\\nglass of something to the postboy, who answered that he\\nthanked the gentleman, but if it was the same tap as he\\nhad tasted before, he had rather not. Master Scrooge s\\ntrunk being by this time tied on to the top of the chaTse,\\nthe children bade the schoolmaster good-by right willingly;\\nand getting into it, drove gaily down the garden-sweep: the\\nquick wheels dashing the hoar-frost and snow from off the\\ndark leaves of the evergreens like spray.\\nAlways a delicate creature, whom a breath might have\\nwithered, said the Ghost. But she had a large heart\\n43", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "44 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nSo she had, cried Scrooge. You re right. I ll not\\ngainsay it, Spirit. God forbid\\nShe died a woman, said the Ghost, and had, as I\\nthink, children.\\nOne child, Scrooge returned.\\nTrue, said the Ghost. Your nephew\\nScrooge seemed uneasy in his mind and answered\\nbriefly, Yes.\\nAlthough they had but that moment left the school be-\\nhind them, they were now in the busy thoroughfares of a\\ncity, where shadowy passengers passed and repassed where\\nshadowy carts and coaches battled for the way, and all the\\nstrife and tumult of a real city were. It was made plain\\nenough, by the dressing of the shops, that here too it was\\nChristmas time again; but it was evening, and the streets\\nwere lighted up.\\nThe Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door, and\\nasked Scrooge if he knew it.\\nKnow it! said Scrooge. as I apprenticed here.-*\\nThey went in. At sight of an old gentleman in a\\nWelsh wig, sitting behind such a high desk, that if he had\\nbeen two inches taller he must have knocked his head\\nagainst the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great excitement:\\nWhy, it s old Fezziwig Bless his heart, its Fezziwig\\nalive again\\nOld Fezziwig laid down his pen, and looked up at the\\nclock, which pointed to the hour of seven. He rubbed his\\nhands adjusted his capacious waistcoat laughed all over\\nhimself, from his shoes to his organ of benevolence and\\ncalled out in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovial voice\\n44", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE TIIKFE SPHiFTS. 45\\nYo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!\\nScrooge s former self, now grown a young man, caine\\nbriskly in, accompanied by his fcllow- prentice.\\nDick Wilkins, to be sure! said Scrooge to the Ghost,\\nBless me, yes. There he is. He was very much attached\\nto me, was Dick. Poor Dick! Dear, dear!\\nYo ho, my boys! said Fezziwig. No more work to-\\nnight. Christmas Eve, Dick. Christmas, Ebenezer! Let s\\nha\\\\e the shutters up. cried old Fezziwig, with a sharp clap\\nof his hands, before a man can say, Jack Robinson!\\nYou wouldn t believe how those two fellows went at it!\\nThey charged into the street with the shutters one, two,\\nthree had em up in their places four, five, six barred\\nem and pinned em seven, eight, nine and came back\\nbefore you could have got to twelve, panting like race-\\nhorses.\\nHilli-ho! cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the\\nhigh desk with wonderful agility. Clear away, my lads,\\nand let s have lots of room here! Hilli-ho. Dick! Chirrup,\\nEbenezer!\\nClear away! There was nothing they wouldn t have\\ncleared away, or couldn t have cleared away, with old Fezzi-\\nwig looking on. It was done in a minute. Every movable\\nwas packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life for\\ne^ ermore the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were\\ntrimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse\\nwas as snug, and warm, and dr)-, and bright a ball-room as\\nyou would desire to see upon a winter s night.\\nIn came a fiddler with a music-book, and went up to the\\nlofty desk, and made an orchestra of it, and tuned like fifty\\n45", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "46 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nstomach-aches. In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial\\nsmile. In came the three Miss Fezziwigs, beaming and\\nlovable. In came the six young followers whose hearts they\\nbroke. In came all the young men and \\\\\\\\omen employed\\nin the business. In came the housemaid, with her cousin,\\nthe baker. In came the cook, with lier brother s particular\\nfriend, the milkman. In came the boy from over the way,\\nwho was suspected of not having board enough from his\\nmaster; trying to hide himself behind the girl from next\\ndoor but one, who was proved to ha\\\\ e had her ears pulled\\nby her Mistress. In they all came, one after another; some\\nshyly, some boldly, some gracefully, some awkwardly, some\\npushing, some pulling; in they all came, anyhow and every-\\nhow. Away they all went, twenty couple at once, hands\\nhalf round and back again the other way down the middle\\nand up again round and round in various stages of affec-\\ntionate grouping; old top couple always turning up in the\\nwrong place new top couple starting off again, as soon as\\nthey got there all top couples at last, and not a bottom\\none to help them. When this result was brought about, old\\nFezziwig, clapping his hands to stop the dance, cried out,\\nWell done! and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot\\nof porter especially provided for that purpose. But scorning\\nrest upon his reappearance, he instantly began again, though\\nthere were no dancers yet, as if the other fiddler had been\\ncarried home, exhausted, on a shutter; and he were a bran-\\nnew man resolved to beat him out of sight, or perish.\\nThere were more dances, and there were forfeits, and\\nmore dances, and there was cake, and there was negus, and\\nthere was a great piece of Cold Roast, and there was a great\\n46", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF TIIF THREE SPIRFTS. 47\\npiece of Cold Boiled, and there were mince-pies, and plenty\\nof beer. But the great effect of the evening came after the\\nRoast and Boiled, when the fiddler (an artful dog, mind\\nThe sort of man who knew his business better than you or I\\ncould have told it him struck up Sir Koger de Coverley.\\nThen old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig.\\nTop couple too with a good stiff piece of work cut out for\\nthem three or four and twenty pair of partners people\\nwho were not to be trifled with people who zvotild dance,\\nand had no notion of walking.\\nBut if they had been twice as many: ah, four times: old\\nFezziwig would have been a match for them, and so would\\nMrs. Fezziwig. As to her, she was worthy to be his partner\\nin every sense of the term. If that s not high praise, tell\\nme higher, and I ll use it. A positive light appeared to\\nissue from F ezziwig s calves. They shone in every part of\\nthe dance like moons. You couldn t have predicted, at any\\ngiven time, what would become of em next. And when old\\nFezziwig and Mrs. Fezziwig had gone all through the dance;\\nadvance and retire, hold hands with your partner; bow and\\ncurtsey corkscrew thread-the-needle, and back again to your\\nplace; Fezziwig cut cut so deftly, that he appeared to\\nwink with his legs, and came upon his feet again without\\na stagger.\\nWhen the clock struck eleven, this domestic ball broke\\nup. Mr. and Mrs. Fezziwig took their stations, one on\\neither side the door, and shaking hands with every person\\nindividually as he or she went out, wished him or her a\\nMerry Christmas. When everybody had retired but the\\ntwo prentices, they did the same to them and thus the\\n47", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "48 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRFTS.\\ncheerful voices died away, and the lads were left to their\\nbeds; which were under a counter in the back-shop.\\nDuring the whole of this time, Scrooge had acted like\\na man out of his wits. His heart and soul were in the\\nscene, and with his former self. He corroborated every\\nthing, remembered every thing, enjoyed every thing, and\\nunderwent the strangest agitation. It was not until now,\\nwhen the bright faces of his former self and Dick were\\nturned from them, that he remembered the Ghost, and be-\\ncame conscious that it was looking full upon him, while the\\nlight upon its head burnt very clear.\\nA small matter, said the Ghost, to make these silly\\nfolks so full of gratitude.\\nSmall echoed Scrooge.\\nThe Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices,\\nwho were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig:\\nand when he had done so, said\\nWhy Is it not He has spent but a few pounds of\\nyour mortal money: three or four, perhaps. Is that so much\\nthat he deserves this praise\\nIt isn t that, said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and\\nspeaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self.\\nIt isn t that. Spirit. He has the power to render us happy\\nor unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a\\npleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and\\nlooks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impos-\\nsible to add and count em up what then The happiness\\nhe gives is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.\\nHe felt the Spirit s glance, and stopped.\\nWhat is the matter asked the Ghost.\\n48", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "fcfe^\\ni-^\\nw", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\n49\\nNothing particular, said Scrooge.\\nSomething, I think? the Ghost insisted.\\nNo, said Scrooge. No. I should like to be able to\\nsay a word or two to my clerk just now! That s all.\\nHis former self turned dt)\\\\vn the lamps as he gave utter-\\nance to the wish and Scrooge and the Ghost again stood\\nside by side in the open air.\\n]\\\\Iy time grows short, observed the Spirit. Quick!\\nThis was not addressed to Scrooge, or to any one whom\\nhe could see, but it produced an immediate effect. For\\nagain Scrooge saw himself. He was older now; a man in\\nthe prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid\\nlines of later years; but it had begun to wear the signs of\\ncare and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless mo-\\ntion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken\\nroot, and wliere the shadow of the growing tree would fall.\\nHe was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young\\ngirl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there were tears,\\nwhich sparkled in the light that shone out of the Ghost of\\nChristmas Past.\\nIt matters little, she said softly. To you, very little.\\nAnother idol has displaced me and if it can cheer and\\ncomfort you in time to come, as I would have tried to do,\\nI have no just cause to grieve.\\nWhat Idol has displaced you he rejoined.\\nA golden one.\\nThis is the even-handed dealing of the world he said.\\nThere is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and\\nthere is nothing it professes to condemn with such seventy\\nas the pursuit of wealth\\n49", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "so THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRFTS.\\nYou fear the world too much, slie answered gently.\\nAll your other hopes have merged into the hope of being\\nbeyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your\\nnobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion.\\nGain, engrosses you. Have I not\\nWhat then he retorted. Even if I have grown so\\nmuch wiser, what then 1 I am not changed towards you.\\nShe shook her head.\\nAm I.?\\nOur contract is an old one. It was made when we were\\nboth poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we\\ncould improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry.\\nYou arc changed. When it was made, you were another\\nman.\\nI was a boy, he said impatiently.\\nYour own feeling tells you that vou were not what you\\nare, she returned. I am. That which promised happiness\\nwhen we were one in heart, is fraught with misery now that\\nwe are two. How often and how keenly I have thought of\\nthis, I will not say. It is enough that I hai c thought of it,\\nand can release you.\\nHave I ever sought release\\nIn words. No. Never.\\nIn what, then\\nIn a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in anotlier\\natmosphere of life; another Hope as its great end. In\\nevery thing that made my love of any worth or value in\\nyour sight. If this had never been between us, said the\\ngirl, looking mildly, but with steadiness upon him tell me,\\nwould you seek me out and try to win me now Ah, no\\n5\u00c2\u00b0", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRETS. 51\\nHe seemed to 3-ielcl tt) the justice of this supposition, in\\nspite of himself. But he said, with a struggle, You think\\nnot.\\nI would gladly think otherwise if I could, she answered,\\nHeaven knows! When /have learned a Trulli like this,\\nI know liow strong and irresistible it must be. But if you\\nwere free to-day, to-morrow, yesterda)-, can even I believe\\nthat you would choose a dowerless girl you who, in your\\nvery confidence with her, weigh every thing by Gain or,\\nchoosing her, if for a moment you were false enough to your\\none guiding principle to do so, do I not know that your\\nrepentance and regret would surely follow? I do; and I\\nrelease you. With a full heart, for the love of him you once\\nwere.\\nHe was about to speak but with her head turned from\\nhim, she resumed.\\nYou may the memory of what is jaast half makes me\\nhope you will have pain in this. A very, very brief time,\\nand you will dismiss the recollection of it, gladly, as an un-\\nprofitable dream, from which it happened well that you\\nawoke. May you be happy in the life you have chosen\\nShe left him and they parted.\\nSpirit said Scrooge, show me no more Conduct\\nme home. Whv do vou deliaiht to torture me\\nOne shadow more exclaimed the Ghost.\\nNo more cried Scrooge. No more. I don t wish to\\nsee it. Show me no more\\nBut the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his arms,\\nand forced him to observe what happened next.\\nThey were in another scene and place a room, not very\\n5", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "52 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nlarae or handsome, but full of comfort. Near to the winter\\nfire sat a beautiful voun siirl, so like the last that Scrooe e\\nbelieved it was the same, until he saw /icr, row a comely\\nmatron, sitting opposite her daughter. The noise in this\\nroom was perfectl} tumultuous, for there were more children\\nthere than Scrooge in his agitated state of mind could count;\\nand, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not\\nforty children conducting themselves like one, but every\\nchild was conducting itself like forty. The consequences\\nwere uproarious beyond belief; but no one seemed to care;\\non the contrary, the mother and daughter laughed heartily,\\nand enjoyed it very much and the latter, soon beginning\\nto mingle in the sports, got pillaged by the young brigands\\nmost ruthlessly. What would 1 not have given to be one\\nof them I Though I never could have been so rude, no, no\\nI wouldn t for the wealth of all tlie world have crushed that\\nbraided hair, and torn it down and for the precious little\\nshoe, I wouldn t have plucked it off. God bless my soul to\\nsave my life. As to measuring her waist in sport, as they\\ndid, bold voun brood, I couldn t have done it 1 should have\\nexpected my arm to have grown round it for a punishment,\\nand never come straight again. And yet I should have\\ndearly liked, I own, to have touched her lips; to have ques-\\ntioned her, that she might have opened them to have looked\\nupon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised a\\nblush; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which\\nvvould be a keepsake beyond price in short, I should have\\nliked, I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child,\\nand yet been man enough to know its value.\\nBut now a knocking at the door was heard, and such a\\n52", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "r\\nAT.", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SP/RfTS.\\n53\\nrush immediately ensued that slie with laughing face and\\nplundered dress was borne towards it the centre of a flushed\\nand boisterous group, just in time to greet the father, who\\ncame home attended by a man laden with Christmas toys\\nand presents. Then the shouting and struggling, and the\\nonslaught that was made on the defenceless porter The\\nscaling him, with chairs for ladders, to dive into his pockets,\\ndespoil him of brown-paper parcels, hold on tight by his\\ncravat, hug him round the neck, pommel his back, and kick\\nhis legs in irrepressible affection The shouts of wonder\\nand delight with which the development of every package\\nwas received The terrible announcement that the baby had\\nbeen taken in the act oi putting a doll s frying-pan into his\\nmouth, and was more than suspected of having swallowed a\\nfictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter! The immense\\nrelief of finding this a false alarm! The joy, and gratitude,\\nand ecstasy! They are all indescribable alike. It is enough\\nthat by degrees the children and their emotions got out of\\nthe parlor and by one stair at a time up to the top of the\\nhouse where they went to bed, and so subsided.\\nAnd now Scrooge looked on more attentively than ever,\\nwhen the master of the house, having his daughter leaning\\nfondly on him, sat down with hor and her mother at his\\nown fireside; and when he thought that such another crea-\\nture, quite as graceful and as full of promise, might have\\ncalled him father, and been a spring-time in the haggard\\nwinter of his life, his sight grew very dim indeed.\\nBelle, said the husband, turning to his wife with a\\nsmile, I saw an old friend of yours this afternoon.\\nWho was it\\n53", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "54 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRTTS.\\nGuess\\nHow can I Tut, don t I know, she added in the\\nsame breath, laughing as he laughed. Mr. Scrooge.\\nMr. Scrooge it was. I passed his office window; and\\nas it was not shut up, and he had a candle inside, I could\\nscarcely help seeing him. His partner lies upon the point\\nof death, I hear; and there he sat alone. Quite alone in the\\nworld, I do believe.\\n.Spirit said Scrooge in a broken voice, remove me\\nfrom this place.\\nI told you these were shadows of the things that have\\nbeen, said the Ghost. That they are what they are, do\\nnot blame me\\nRemove me Scrooge exclaimed. I cannot bear it\\nHe turned upon the Ghost, and seeing that it looked\\nupon him with a face, in which in some strange way there\\nwere fragments of all the faces it had shown him, wrestled\\nwith it.\\nLeave me Take me back. Haunt me no longer\\nIn the struggle, if that can be called a struggle in which\\nthe Ghost with no visible resistance on its own part was\\nundisturbed by any effort of its adversary, Scrooge observed\\nthat its light was burning high and bright; and dimly con-\\nnecting that with its influence over him, he seized the extin-\\nguisher-cap, and by a sudden action pressed it down upon\\nits head.\\nThe Spirit dropped beneath it, so that the extinguisher\\ncovered its whole form but though Scrooge pressed it down\\nwith all liis force, he could not hide the light which streamed\\nfrom under it, in an unbroken flood upon the ground.\\n54", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRFfS. 55\\nHe was conscious of being exhausted, and overcome bv\\nan irresistible drowsiness and, further, of being in his own\\nbedroom. He gave the cap a parting squeeze, in wliicli his\\nhand relaxed and had barely time to reel to bed, before he\\nsank into a heavy sleep.\\nS5", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Stauc (^l)rcc.\\nTHE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS.", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nAWAKING in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore,\\nand sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together,\\nScrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again\\nupon the stroke of One. He felt that he was restored to\\nconsciousness in the right nick of time, for the especial\\npurpose of holding a conference with the second messenger\\ndespatched to him through Jacob Marley s intervention, liut\\nfinding that he turned uncomfortably cold when he began\\nto wonder which of his curtains this new spectre would draw\\nback, he put them every one aside with his own hands and\\nlying down again, established a sharp look-out all round the\\nbed. For he wished to challenge the Spirit on the moment\\nof its appearance, and did not wish to be taken by surprise\\nand made nervous.\\nGentlemen of the free-and-easy sort, who plume them-\\nselves on being acquainted with a move or two, and being\\nusually equal to the time-of-day, express the wide range of\\ntheir capacity for adventure by observing that they are good\\nfor any thing from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter between\\nwhich opposite extremes, no doubt, there lies a tolerably\\nwide and comprehensive range of subjects. Without ven-\\nturing for Scrooge quite as hardily as this, I don t mind\\n59", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "6o THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPHilTS.\\ncalling on you to believe that he was ready for a good\\nbroad field of strange appearances, and that nothing be-\\ntween a baby and a rhinoceros would have astonished him\\nvery much.\\nNow, being prepared for almost any thing, he was not\\nby anv means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, hen\\nthe Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken\\nwith a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes,\\na quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this\\ntime, he lav upon his bed, the very core and centre of a\\nblaze of ruddy light, which streamed upon it when the clock\\nproclaimed the hour; and which, being only light, was more\\nalarming than a dozen ghosts, as he was powerless to make\\nout what it meant, or would be at and was sometimes ap-\\nprehensive that he might be at that very moment an inter-\\nesting case of spontaneous combustion, without having the\\nconsolation of knowing it. At last, however, he began to\\nthink as you or I would have thought at first; for it is\\nalways the person not in the predicament who knows what\\nought to have been done in it, and would unquestionably\\nhave done it too at last, I say, he began to think that the\\nsource and secret of this ghostly light might be in the ad-\\njoining room from whence, on further tracing it, it seemed\\nto shine. This idea taking full possession of his mind, he\\ngot up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door.\\nThe moment Scrooge s hand was on the lock, a strange\\nvoice called him by his name, and bade him enter. He\\n^obeyed.\\nIt was his own room. There was no doubt about that.\\nBut it had undergone a surprising transformation. The\\n60", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS. 6i\\nwalls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it\\nlooked a perfect grove, from every part of which bright\\ngleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mis-\\ntletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little\\nmirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze\\nwent roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrifaction of a\\nhearth had never known in Scrooge s time, or Marley s, or\\nfor many and many a winter season gone. Heaped up upon\\nthe floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game,\\npoultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths\\nof sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-\\nhot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious\\npears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of inmch,\\nthat made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In\\neasy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly giant, glorious to\\nsee who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty s\\nhorn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge,\\nas he came peeping round the door.\\nCome in exclaimed the Ghost. Come in and know\\nme better, man\\nScrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before this\\nSpirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been and\\nthough its eyes were clear and kind, he did not like to meet\\nthem.\\nI am the Ghost of Christmas Present, said the Spirit.\\nLook upon me\\nScrooge reverently did so. It was clothed in one simple\\ndeep green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur. This\\ngarment hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious\\nbreast was bare, as if disdaining to be warded or concealed\\n6i", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "62 THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nby any artifice. Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds\\nof the 2;arnient, were also bare and on its head it wore no\\nother covering than a holly wreath set here and there with\\nshinino- icicles. Its dark brown curls were lono; and free:\\nfree as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its\\ncheery voice, its unconstrained demeanor, and its joyful air.\\nGirded round its middle was an antique scabbard but no\\nsword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with\\nrust.\\nYou have never seen the like of me before exclaimed\\nthe Spirit.\\nNever, Scrooge made answer to it.\\nHave never walked forth with the \\\\-ounger members of\\nmy family meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers\\nborn in these later years pursued the Phantom.\\nI don t think I have, said Scrooge. I am afraid I\\nhave not. Have you had many brothers. Spirit?\\nMore than eighteen hundred, said the Ghost.\\nA tremendous family to provide for! muttered Scrooge.\\nThe Ghost of Christmas Present rose.\\nSpirit, said Scrooge submissively, conduct me where\\nyou will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I\\nlearnt a lesson which is working now. To-night, if you have\\naught to teach me, let me profit by it.\\nTouch my robe\\nScrooge did as he was told, and held it fast.\\nHolly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game,\\npoultry, brawn, meat, pigs, sausages, oysters, pies, puddings,\\nfruit, and punch, all vanished instantly. So did the room,\\nthe fire, the ruddy glow, the hour of night, and they stood\\n62", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRITS. C^\\nin the city streets on Christmas morning, where (for the\\nweather was severe) the people made a rough, but brisk\\nand not unpleasant kind of music, in scraping the snow\\nfrom the pavement in front of their dwellings, and from\\nthe tops of their houses whence it was mad delight to the\\nboys to see it come plumping down into the road below,\\nand splitting into artificial little snowstorms.\\nThe house fronts looked black enough, and the windows\\nblacker, contrasting with the smooth white sheet of snow\\nupon the roofs, and with the dirtier snow upon the ground;\\nwhich last deposit had been ploughed up in deep furrows\\nby the heavy wheels of carts and wagons furrows that\\ncrossed and recrossed each other hundreds of times where\\nthe great streets branched off, and made intricate channels,\\nhard to trace, in the thick yellow mud and icy water. The\\nsky was gloomy, and the shortest streets were choked up\\nwith a dingy mi^t, half thawed, half frozen, whose heavier\\nparticles descended in a shower of sooty atoms, as if all the\\nchimneys in Great Britain had, by one consent, caught fire,\\nand were blazing away to their dear hearts content. There\\nwas nothing very cheerful in the climate or the town, and\\nyet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that the clearest\\nsummer air and brightest summer sun might have endeav-\\nored to diffuse in vain.\\nFor the people who were sho\\\\ elling away on the house-\\ntops were jovial and full of glee calling out to one another\\nfrom the parapets, and now and then exchanging a facetious\\nsnowball better-natured missile far than many a wordy jest\\nlaughing heartily if it went right, and not less heartily if\\nit went wrong. The poulterers shops were still half oj^en,\\n63", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "64 THE SECOND OE THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nand the fruiterers were radiant in their glory. There were\\ngreat, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like\\nthe waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors\\nand tumbling out into the street in their ajaoplectic opu-\\nlence. There were ruddy, brown-faced, broad-girthed Spanish\\nOnions, shining in the fatness of their growth like Spanish\\nFriars, and winking from their shelves in wanton slyness at\\nthe girls as they went by, and glanced demurely at the hung-\\nup mistletoe. There were pears and apples clustered high\\nin blooming pyramids there were bunches of grapes, made,\\nin the shopkeepers benevolence, to dangle from conspicu-\\nous hooks, that people s mouths might water gratis as they\\npassed there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, re-\\ncalling in their fragrance ancient walks among the woods,\\nand pleasant shufHings ankle-deep through withered leaves\\nthere were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off\\nthe yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great\\ncompactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and\\nbeseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after\\ndinner. The very gold and silver fish, set forth among these\\nchoice fruits in a bowl, thnuoh members of a dull and stas;-\\nnant-blooded race, appeared to know that there was some-\\nthing going on and, to a fish, went gasping round and\\nround their little world in slow and passionless excitement.\\nThe Grocers oh the Grocers nearly closed, with per-\\nhaps two shutters down, or one but through those gaps\\nsuch glimpses It was not alone that the scales descending\\non the counter made a merry sound, or that the twine and\\nroller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were\\nrattled up and down like juggling tricks, or even that the\\n64", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND OE THE THREE SPHilTS. 65\\nblended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the\\nnose, or even that the raisins were so jjlcntiful and rare,\\nthe almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so\\nlong and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied\\nfruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make\\nthe coldest lookers-on feel faint and subsequently bilious.\\nNor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the\\nFrench plums blushed in modest tartness from their highly-\\ndecorated boxes, or that every thing was good to eat and in\\nits Christmas dress but the customers were all so hurried\\nand so eager in the hopeful promise of the dav, that they\\ntumbled up against each other at the door, clashing their\\nwicker baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon the\\ncounter, and came running back to fetch them, and com-\\nmitted hundreds of the like mistakes in the best humor pos-\\nsible while the Grocer and his people were so frank and\\nfresh that the polished hearts with which they fastened their\\naprons behind might have been their own, worn outside for\\ngeneral inspection, and for Christmas daws to peck at if\\nthey chose.\\nBut soon the steeples called good people all to church\\nand chapel, and away they came, flocking through the streets\\nin their best clothes, and with their gayest faces. And at\\nthe same time there emerged from scores of by streets, lanes,\\nand nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their\\ndinners to the bakers shops. The sight of these poor rev-\\nellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much, for he stood\\nwith Scrooge beside him in a baker s doorway, and taking\\noff the covers as their bearers passed, sprinkled incense on\\ntheir dinners from his torch. And it was a very uncommon\\n65", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "66 THE SECOND OE THE THREE SPHHTS.\\nkind of torch, for once or twice, when there were angry words\\nbetween some dinner-carrier^ who had jostled with each other,\\nhe shed a few drops of water on them from it, and tlieir\\ngood-humor was restored directly. For they said, it was a\\nshame to cjuarrel upon Christmas Day. And so it was!\\nGod love it, so it was\\nIn time the bell ceased, and the bakers were shut up;\\nand yet there was a genial shadowing forth of all these\\ndinners and the progress of their cooking, in the thawed\\nblotch of wet above each baker s oven where the pavement\\nsmoked as if its stones were cooking too.\\nIs there a peculiar flavor in what you sjjrinkle from\\nyour torch asked Scrooge.\\nThere is. My own.\\nWould it apply to any kind of dinner on this day.?\\nasked Scrooge.\\nTo any kindly given. To a poor one most.\\nWhy to a poor one most asked Scrooge.\\nBecause it needs it most.\\nSpirit, said Scrooge, after a moment s thought, I\\nwonder you, of all the beings in the many worlds about us,\\nshould desire to cramp these people s opportunities of inno-\\ncent enjoyment.\\nI cried the -Spirit.\\nYou would deprive them of their means of dining every\\nseventh day, often the only day on which they can be said\\nto dine at all, said Scrooge. Wouldn t you.?\\nI cried the .Spirit.\\nYou seek to close these places on the Seventh Day.?\\nsaid Scrooge. And it comes to the same thine.\\n66", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE SECOXD or THE THREE SJ /KT/S. 67\\n/seek! exclaimed tlie Spirit.\\nForgive me if I am wrong. It has been done in your\\nname, or at least in that of vour family, said Scrooee.\\nThere are some upon this earth of ours, returned the\\nSpirit, who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds\\nof passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness\\nin our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and\\nkin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charee\\ntheir doings on themselves, not us.\\nScrooge promised that he would and they went on, in-\\nvisible, as they had been before, into the suburbs of the\\ntown. It was a remarkable quality of the Ghost (which\\nScrooge had obser\\\\ed at the baker s) that notwithstanding\\nhis gigantic size, he could accommodate himself to any place\\nwith ease; and that he stood beneath a low roof quite as\\ngracefully, and like a supernatural creature, as it was possi-\\nble he could have done in any lofty hall.\\nAnd perhaps it was the pleasure the good .Spirit had in\\nshowing off this power of his, or else it was his own kind,\\ngenerous, hearty nature, and his sympathy with all poor men,\\nthat led him straight to .Scrooge s clerk s; for there he went,\\nand took Scrooge with him, holding to his robe; and on the\\nthreshold of the door the Spirit smiled, and stopped to bless\\nBob Cratchit s dwelling with the sprinklings of his torch.\\nThink of that! Bob had but fifteen Bob a week himself;\\nlie pocketed on Saturdays but fifteen copies of his Christian\\nname; and yet the Ghost of Christmas Present blessed his\\nfour-roomed house\\nThen up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit s wife, dressed out\\nbut poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons,\\n67", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "68 THE SECOND OF THE THREE SIUKITS.\\nwhich are cheap, and make a goodly show for sixpence\\nand she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second\\nof her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master Peter\\nCratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and\\ngetting the corners of his monstrous shirt-collar (Bob s pri-\\nvate property, conferred upon his son and heir in honor of\\nthe day) into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly\\nattired, and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable\\nParks. And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and girl, came\\ntearing in, screaming that outside the baker s they had smelt\\nthe goose, and known it for their own and basking in luxu-\\nrious thoughts of sage-and-onion, these young Cratchits\\ndanced about the tabic, and exalted Master Peter Cratchit\\nto the skies, while he (not proud, although his collars nearly\\nchoked him) blew the fire, until the slow potatoes, bubbling\\nup, knocked loudly at the saucepan-lid to be let out and\\npeeled.\\nWhat has ever got your precious father, then said\\nMrs. Cratchit. And your brother. Tiny Tim and Martha\\nwarn t as late last Christmas Day by half an hour.\\nHere s Martha, mother! said a girl, appearing as she\\nspoke.\\nHere s Martha, mother cried the two young Cratchits.\\nHurrah There s sm/i a goose, Martha\\nWhy, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you\\nare! said Mrs. Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and\\ntaking off her shawl and bonnet for her with ofificious zeal.\\nWe d a deal of work to finish up last night, replied the\\ngirl, and had to clear away this morning, mother!\\nW^ell Never mind so long as you are come, said\\n68", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND OE THE THREE SP/KEfS. 69\\nMrs. Ci-atchit. Sit ye down before the fire, my clear, and\\nhave a warm, Lord bless yc\\nNo no! rhere s father coming, cried the two young\\nCratchits, who were everywhere at once. Hide, Martha,\\nhide!\\nSo Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father,\\nwith at least three feet of comforter, exclusive of the fringe,\\nhanoing down before him and his threadbare clothes darned\\nup and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his\\nshoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and\\nhad his limbs supported by an iron frame.\\nWhy, Where s our Martha? cried Bob Cratchit, lookmg\\nround.\\nNot coming, said Mrs. Cratchit.\\nNot coming said Bob, with a sudden declension m\\nhis high spirits; for he had been Tim s blood-horse all the\\nway fmm church, and had come home rampant. Not com-\\ning upon Christmas Day!\\nMartha didn t like to see him disappointed, if it were only\\nin joke; so she came out prematurely from behind the closet\\ndoor and ran into his arms, while the two young Cratchits\\nhustled Tiny Tim, and bore him off into the wash-house,\\nthat he might hear the pudding singing in the copper.\\nAnd how did little Tim behave asked Mrs. Cratchit,\\nwhen she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had\\nhuo-cred his daughter to his heart s content.\\nas good as gold, said Bob, and better. Somehow\\nhe -ets thoughtful sitting by himself so much, and thinks\\nthe strangest\\\\hings you ever heard. He told me, coming\\nhome, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, bc-\\n69", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "70 THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRETS.\\ncause he was a cripple, and it migiit he pleasant to tliem to\\nremember uj3on Christmas Da}- who made lame beggars walk\\nand blind men see.\\nBob s voice was tremulous when he told them this, and\\ntrembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing\\nstrong and hearty.\\nHis active little crutch was heard upon the floor, and\\nback came Tinv Tim before another word was spoken, es-\\ncorted by his brother and sister to his stool beside the fire\\nand w^hile Bob, turning up his cuffs as if, poor fellow, they\\nwere capable of being made more shabby compounded\\nsome hot mixture in a jug with gin and lemons, and stirred\\nit round and round and put it on the hob to simmer;\\nMaster Peter and the two ubicjuitous young Cratchits went\\nto fetcli the goose, with which they soon returned in high\\nprocession.\\nSuch a bustle ensued that you might have thought a\\ngoose the rarest of all birds; a feathered phenomenon, to\\nwhich a black swan was a matter of course: and in truth it\\nwas something very like it in that house. Mrs. Cratchit\\nmade the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hiss-\\ning hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible\\nvigor; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha\\ndusted the hot plates; Bob took Tinv Tim beside him in\\na tiny corner at the table the two young Cratchits set chairs\\nfor everybody, not forgetting themselves, and mounting guard\\nupon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest\\nthey should shriek for goose before their turn came to be\\nhelped. At last the dishes were set on, and grace was said.\\nIt was succeeded by a breathless pause as Mrs. Cratchit,\\n70", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPHilTS. ji\\nlooking slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge\\nit in the breast; but when she did, and when the long-expected\\nush of .stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight arose all\\nround the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited bv the two\\nyoung Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his\\nknife, and feebly cried Hurrah\\nThere never was such a goose. Bob said he didn t be-\\nlieve there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness\\nand flavor, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal\\nadmiration. Eked out bv the apple-sauce and mashed pota-\\ntoes, it was a sufificient dinner for the whole family; indeed,\\nas Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small\\natom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn t ate it all at last!\\nYet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits\\nin particular were steeped in sage and onion to the eye-\\nbrows! But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda,\\nMrs. Cratchit left the room alone too nervous to bear wit-\\nnesses to take the pudding up, and bring it in.\\nSuppose it should not be done enough Suppose it\\nshould break in turning out Suppose somebody should\\nhave Q:ot over the wall of the back-vard and stolen it, while\\nthey were merrv with the goose a supposition at which the\\ntwo young Cratchits became livid All sorts of horrors\\nwere supposed.\\nHallo A great deal of steam I The pudding was out\\nof the copper. A smell like a washing-day That was the\\ncloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastry-cook s next\\ndoor to each other, with a laundress s next door to that!\\nThat was the pudding. In half a minute ]\\\\Irs. Cratchit\\nentered flushed, but smiling proudly with the pudding,\\n71", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "72 THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nlike a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing- in\\nhalf a quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christ-\\nmas holly stuck into the top.\\nOh, a wonderful pudding! r3ob Cratchit said, and calmly\\ntoo, that he regarded it as tJie greatest success achieved by\\nMrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that\\nnow the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had\\nhad her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had\\nsomething to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was\\nat all a small pudding for a large family. It would have\\nbeen flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would ha\\\\e blushed\\nto hint at such a thing.\\nAt last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared,\\nthe hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in\\nthe jug being tasted and considered perfect, apples and\\noranges were put upon the table, and a shovelful of chest-\\nnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit family drew round\\nthe hearth, in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning-\\nhalf a one and at Bob Cratchit s elbow stood the family\\ndisplay of glass two tumblers and a custard-cup without a\\nhandle. i\\nThese held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well\\nas golden ofoblets would have done; and Bob served it out\\nwith beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered\\nand crackled noisily. Then Bob proposed\\nA Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!\\nWhich all the family re-echoed.\\nGod bless every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all.\\nHe sat very close to his father s side, upon his little stool.\\nBob held his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the\\n72", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "3^e-", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS. -ji\\nchild, and wi.shcd to keep him 1)}^ his side, and dreaded that\\nhe might be taken from him.\\nSpirit, said Scrooge, witli an interest he had never felt\\nbefore, Tell me if Tiny Tim will live.\\nI see a vacant seat, replied the Ghost, in the poor\\nchimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully\\npreserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future,\\nthe child will die.\\nNo, no, said Scrooge. Oh no, kind Spirit! sa)- he\\nwill be spared.\\nIf these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none\\nother of my race, returned the Ghost, will find him here.\\nWhat then If he be like to die, he had better do it, and\\ndecrease the surplus population.\\nScrooge hung his head to hear his own words cjuoted by\\nthe Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.\\nMan, said the Ghost, if man you be in heart, not\\nadamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered\\nWhat the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what\\nmen shall live, what men shall die. It may be that in the\\nsight of Heaven, vou are more worthless and less fit to live\\nthan millions like this poor man s child. O God to hear\\nthe Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life\\namons: his huna;rv brothers in the dust.\\nScrooge bent before the Ghost s rebuke, and trembling\\ncast his eyes upon the ground. But he raised them speedily\\non hearing his own name.\\nMr. Scrooge said Bob I ll give you Mr. Scrooge,\\nthe Founder of the Feast\\nThe Founder of the Feast indeed! cried Mrs. Cratchit,\\n73", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "yo THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nthem. Here again were shadows on the window-blind of\\nguests assembhng; and there a group of handsome girls, all\\nhooded and fur-booted, and all chattering at once, tripped\\nlightly off to some near neighbor s house where, woe upon\\nthe single man who saw them enter artful witches: well\\nthey knew it in a glow!\\nBut if you had judged from the numbers of people on\\ntheir way to friendly gatherings, you might have thought\\nthat no one was at home to give them welcome when they\\ngot there, instead of every house expecting company, and\\npiling up its fires half-chimney high. Blessings on it, how\\nthe Ghost exulted How it bared its breadth of breast, and\\nopened its capacious palm, and on, floated outpouring, with\\na generous hand, its bright and harmless mirth on every\\nthing within its reach The very lamplighter, who ran on\\nbefore dotting the dusky streets with specks of light, and\\nwho was dressed to spend the evening somewhere, laughed\\nout loudly as the Spirit passed though little kenned the\\nlamplighter that he had any company but Christmas\\nAnd now, without a word of warning from the Ghost,\\nthey stood upon a bleak and desert moor, where monstrous\\nmasses of rude stone were cast about, as thouoh it were the\\nburial-place of giants and water spread itself wheresoever\\nit listed or it would have done so, but for the frost that\\nheld it prisoner; and nothing grew but moss and furze, and\\ncoarse rank sjr^ss. Down in the west the settintj sun had\\nleft a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the desolation\\nfor an instant, like a sullen eye, and frowning lower, lower,\\nlower yet, was lost in the thick gloom of darkest night.\\nWhat place is this asked Scrooge.\\n76", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nA place where Miners live, who labor in the bowels of\\nthe earth, returned the Spirit. But they know me. See!\\nA light shone from the window of a hut, and swiftly\\nthey advanced towards it. Passing through the wall of mud\\nand stone, they found a cheerful company assembled round\\na glowing frre. An old, old man and woman, with their\\nchildren and their children s children, and another genera-\\ntion beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire.\\nThe old man, in a voice that seldom rose above the howling\\nof the wind upon the barren waste, was sincino- them a\\nChristmas song; it had been a very old song when he was\\na boy; and from time to time they all joined in the chorus.\\nSo surely as they raised their voices, the old man got quite\\nblithe and loud and so surely as they stopped, his vio-or\\nsank again.\\nThe Spirit did not tarry here, but bade Scrooo-e hold his\\nrobe, and passing on above the moor, sped whither.? Not\\nto sea.? To sea. To Scrooge s horror, looking back, he\\nsaw the last of the land, a frightful range of rocks, behind\\nthem and his ears were deafened by the thundering of\\nwater, as it rolled, and roared, and raged among the dread-\\nful caverns it had worn, and fiercely tried to undermine the\\nearth.\\nBuilt upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some leao-ue\\nor so from shore, on which the waters chafed and dashed,\\nthe wild year through, there stood a solitary lighthouse.\\nGreat heaps of sea-weed clung to its base, and storm-birds\\nborn of the wind, one might suppose, as sea-weed of the\\nwater rose and fell about it, like the waves they skimmed.\\nBut even here, two men who watched the light had made\\n77", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "78 THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPHilTS.\\na fire, that through the loophole in the thick stone wall shed\\nout a ray of brightness on the awful sea. Joining their\\nhorny hands over the rough table at which they sat, they\\nwished each other Merry Christmas in their can of grog;\\nand one of them: the elder, too, with his face all damaged\\nand scarred with hard weather, as the figure-head of an old\\nship might be: struck up a sturdy song that was like a Gale\\nin itself.\\nAgain the Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving\\nsea on, on until, being far away, as he told Scrooge,\\nfrom any shore, they lighted on a ship. They stood beside\\nthe helmsman at the wheel, the look-out in the bow, the\\nofficers who had the watch dark, ghostly figures in their\\nseveral stations but every man among them hummed a\\nChristmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke below\\nhis breath to his companion of some bygone Christmas Day,\\nwith homeward hopes belonging to it. And every man on\\nboard, waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a kinder\\nword for another on that day than on any dav in the vear\\nand had shared to some extent in its festivities; and had\\nremembered those he cared for at a distance, and had known\\nthat they delighted to remember him.\\nIt was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to the\\nmoaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it\\nwas to move on through the lonely darkness over an un-\\nknown abyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as\\nDeath: it was a great surprise to Scrooge, while thus en-\\ngaged, to hear a hearty laugh. It was a much greater sur-\\nprise to Scrooge to recognize it as his own nephew s, and\\nto find himself in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the\\n78", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SP/RTES. 79\\nSpirit standing smiling by his side, and looking at that same\\nnephew with approving affability\\nHa, ha! laughed Scrooge s nephew. Ha, ha, ha!\\nIf you should happen, by any unlikely chance, to know\\na man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge s nephew, all I\\ncan say is, I should like to know him too. Introduce him\\nto me, and I ll cultivate his acquaintance.\\nIt is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that\\nwhile there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is noth-\\nina; in the world so irresistibly contaofious as laughter and\\ngood-humor. When Scrooge s nephew laughed in this way:\\nholding his sides, rolling his head, and twisting his face into\\nthe most extravagant contortions Scrooge s niece, by mar-\\nriage, laughed as heartily as he. And their assembled\\nfriends, being not a bit behindhand, roared out lustily.\\nHa, ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha!\\nHe said that Christmas was a humbuo:, as I live! cried\\nScrooge s nephew. He believed it too\\nMore shame for him, Fred! said Scrooge s niece indig-\\nnantly. Bless those women; they never do anv thing by\\nhalves. They are always in earnest.\\nShe was very pretty exceedingly pretty. With a dimpled,\\nsurprised-looking, capital face a ripe little mouth, that seemed\\nmade to be kissed as no doubt it was; all kinds of good\\nlittle dots about lier chin, that melted into one another when\\nshe laughed and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in\\nanv little creature s head. Altogether she was what vou\\nwould have called provoking, you know; but satisfactory,\\ntoo. Oh, perfectly satisfactory\\nHe s a comical old fellow, said Scrooge s nephew, that s\\n79", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "8o THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPH^ITS.\\nthe trutli and not so pleasant as he miglit be However,\\nhis offences carry their own punishment, and I Iiave nothing\\nto say against him.\\nI am sure he is very rich, Fred, hinted Scrooge s niece.\\nAt least you always tell mc so.\\nWhat of that, my dear! said Scrooge s nephew. His\\nwealth is of no use to him. He don t do any good with it.\\nHe don t make himself comfortable with it. He hasn t the\\nsatisfaction oC thinking ha, ha, ha! that he is ever going\\nto benefit Us with it.\\nI have no patience with him, observed Scrooge s niece.\\nScrooge s niece s sisters, and all the other ladies, expressed\\nthe same opinion.\\nOh, I have said Scrooge s nephew. I am sorry for\\nhim I couldn t be angry with him if I tried. Who suffers\\nby his ill whims. Himself, always. Here, he takes it into\\nhis head to dislike us, and he won t come and dine with\\nus. What s the consequence He don t lose much of a\\ndinner.\\nIndeed, I think he loses a very good dinner, interrupted\\nScrooge s niece. Everybody else said the same, and they\\nmust be allowed to have been competent judges, because they\\nhad just had dinner; and, with the desert upon the table,\\nwere clustered round the fire, by lamplight.\\nWell! I am very glad to hear it, said Scrooge s nephew,\\nbecause I haven t any great faith in these young house-\\nkeepers. What do you say, Topper\\nTopper had clearly got his eye upon one of Scrooge s\\nniece s sisters, for he answered that a bachelor was a wretched\\noutcast, who had no right to exj^ress an opinion on the sub-\\n80", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "rilE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRITS. Si\\nject. Whereat Scrooge s niece s sister the plump one with\\nthe lace tucker: not the one with the roses blushed.\\nDo go on, Fred, said Scrooge s niece, clapping her\\nhands. He never finishes what he begins to say! He is\\nsuch a ridiculous fellow\\nScrooge s nephew revelled in another laugh, and as it\\nwas impossible to keep the infection off, though the plump\\nsister tried hard to do it with aromatic vinegar, his example\\nwas unanimously followed.\\nI was only going to say, said Scrooge s nephew, that\\nthe consequence of his taking a dislike to us, and not mak-\\ning merry with us, is, as I think, that he loses some pleasant\\nmoments, which could do him no harm. I am sure he loses\\npleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts,\\neither in his mouldy old oiifice or his dusty chambers. I\\nmean to give him the same chance every year, whether he\\nlikes it or not, for I pity him. He may rail at Christmas\\ntill he dies, but he can t help thinking better of it I defy\\nhim if he finds me going therein good temper, year after\\nyear, and saying. Uncle Scrooge, how are you. If it only\\nputs him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds,\\nthafs something; and I think I shook him, yesterday.\\nIt was their turn to laugh now, at the notion of his\\nshaking Scrooge. But being thoroughly good-natured, and\\nnot much caring what they laughed at, so that they laughed\\nat any rate, he encouraged them in their merriment, and\\npassed the bottle, joyously.\\nAfter tea, they had some music. For they were a musical\\nfamily, and knew what they were about when they sung a\\nGlee or Catch, I can assure you especially Topper, who", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "82 THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\ncould growl awa}- in the bass like a good one, and never\\nswell the large veins in his forehead, or get red in the face\\nover it. Scrooge s niece played well upon the harp; and\\nplayed among other tunes a simple little air (a mere nothing:\\nyou might learn to whistle it in two minutes) which had\\nbeen familiar to the child who fetched Scrooge from the\\nboarding-school, as he had been reminded by the Ghost of\\nChristmas Past. When the strain of music sounded, all the\\nthings that Ghost had shown him came upon his mind; he\\nsoftened more and more and thought that if he could have\\nlistened to it often, years ago, he might have cultivated the\\nkindnesses of life for his own happiness with his own hands,\\nwithout resorting to the sexton s spade that buried Jacob\\nRlarley.\\nBut they didn t devote the whole evening to music.\\nAfter a while they played at forfeits for it is good to be\\nchildren sometimes, and never better than at Christmas,\\nwhen its mighty Founder was a child Himself. Stop! There\\nwas first a game at blind-man s buff. Of course there was.\\nAnd I no more believe Topper was really blind than I be-\\nlieve he had eyes in his boots. My opinion is, that it was\\na done thing between him and Scrooge s nephew and that\\nthe Ghost of Christmas Present knew it. The way he went\\nafter that plump sister in the lace tucker was an outrage\\non the credulity of human nature. Knocking down the fire-\\nirons, tumbling over the chairs, bumping up against the\\npiano, smothering himself among the curtains, wherever she\\nwent, there went he. He always knew where the plump\\nsister was. He ViOuldn t catch anybody else. If you had\\nfallen up against him, as some of them did, and stood there,", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE SECOXD OF THE THREE SPIRITS. 83\\nhe would have made a feint of endeavoring to seize you,\\nwhich would have been an affront to your understanding,\\nand would instantly have sidled off in the direction of the\\nplump sister. She often cried out that it wasn t fair; and\\nit really was not. But when at last he caught her; when,\\nin spite of all her silken rustlings and her rapid flutterings\\npast him, he got her into a corner whence there was no\\nescape then his conduct was the most execrable. For his\\npretending not to know her, his pretending that it was nec-\\nessary to touch her head-dress, and further to assure himself\\nof her identity by pressing a certain ring upon her finger,\\nand a certain chain about her neck, was vile, monstrous!\\nNo doubt she told him her opinion of it, when, another\\nblind-man being in office, they were so very confidential\\ntogether, behind the curtains.\\nScrooge s niece was not one of the blind-man s-buff party,\\nbut was made comfortable with a large chair and a footstool,\\nin a snug corner, where the Ghost and Scrooge were close\\nbehind her. But she joined in the forfeits, and loved her\\nlove to admiration with all the letters of the alphabet. Like-\\nwise at the game of How, When, and Where, she was very\\ngreat, and to the secret joy of Scrooge s nephew, beat her\\nsisters hollow: though they were sharp girls too, as Topper\\ncould have told you. There might have been twenty peo-\\nple there, young and old, but they all played; and so did\\nScrooge, for, wholly forgetting, in the interest he had in\\nwhat was o-oin on, that his voice made no sound in\\ntheir ears, he sometimes came out with his guess cjuite\\nloud, and very often guessed right, too for the sharpest\\nneedle, best Whitechapel, warranted not to cut in the eye,\\nS3", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "84 THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS.\\nwas not sharper than Scrooge bhmt as he took it in his\\nhead to be.\\nThe Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this mood,\\nand looked upon him with such favor that he begged like\\na boy to be allowed to sta}- until the guests departed. But\\nthis the Spirit said could not be done.\\nHere s a new game, said Scrooge. One half-hour,\\nSpirit, only one\\nIt was a game called Yes and No, where Scroose s\\nnephew had to think of something, and the rest must find\\nout what; he only answering to their questions Yes or No\\nas the case was. The brisk fire of questioning to which he\\nwas exposed elicited from him that he was thinking of an\\nanimal, a live animal, rather a disagreeable animal, a savage\\nanimal, an animal that growled and grunted sometimes, and\\ntalked sometimes, and lived in London, and walked about\\nthe streets, and wasn t made a show of, and wasn t led by\\nanybody, and didn t live in a menagerie, and was never killed\\nin a market, and was not a horse, or an ass, or a cow, or a\\nbull, or a tiger, or a dog, or a pig, or a cat, or a bear. At\\nevery fresh question that was put to him, this nephew burst\\ninto a fresh roar of laughter; and was so inexpressibly tickled,\\nthat he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. At\\nlast the plump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out:\\nI have found it out I know what it is, Fred I\\nknow what it is\\nWhat is it? cried Fred.\\nIt s your Uncle Scro-o-o-o-oge\\nWhich it certainly was. Admiration was the universal\\nsentiment, though some objected that the reply to Is it a\\n84", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "TlTi: SECOXD OF rilE THREE SPIRITS. 85\\nbear? ought to have been Yes; inasmuch as an answer\\nin the negative was sufficient to have diverted their thouehts\\nfrom Mr. Scrooge, supposing the}- had ever had any tendency\\nthat way.\\nHe has given us plenty of merriment, I am sure, said\\nFred, and it would be ungrateful not to drink his health.\\nHere is a glass of mulled wine ready to our hand at the\\nmoment; and I say Uncle Scrooge!\\nWell! Uncle Scrooge! they cried.\\nA Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to the old\\nman, whatever he is! said Scrooge s nephew, He wouldn t\\ntake it from me, but may he have it, nevertheless. Uncle\\nScrooge\\nUncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay and\\nlight of heart, that he would have pledged the unconscious\\ncompany in return, and thanked them in an inaudible speech,\\nif the Ghost had given him time. But the whole scene passed\\noff in the breath of the last word spoken by his nephew and\\nhe and the Spirit were again upon their travels.\\nMuch they saw, and far they went, and many homes they\\nvisited, but always with a happy end. The Spirit stood be-\\nside sick-beds, and they were cheerful on foreign lands, and\\nthey were close at home by struggling men, and they were\\npatient in their greater hope by poverty, and it was rich.\\nIn almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery s every refuge,\\nwhere vain man in his little brief authority had not made\\nfast the door, and barred the Spirit out, he left his blessing,\\nand taught Scrooge his precepts.\\nIt was a long night if it were only a night; but Scrooge\\nhad his doubts of this, because the Christmas holidays ap-\\n8s", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "S6 THE SECOND OE THE THREE SPH ITS.\\npeared to be condensed into the sjaace of time they passed\\ntogether. It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained\\nunaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew older, clearly\\nolder. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke\\nof it, until they left a children s Twelfth Night party, when,\\nlooking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place,\\nhe noticed that its hair was gray.\\nAre Spirits lives so short asked Scrooge.\\nMy life upon this globe is very brief, replied the Ghost.\\nIt ends to-nioht.\\nTo-nioht cried Scroosfe.\\nTo-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing\\nnear.\\nThe chimes were ringing the three-quarters past eleven\\nat that moment.\\nForgive me if I am not justified in what I ask, said\\nScrooge, looking intently at the Spirit s robe, but I see\\nsomething strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding\\nfrom your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw.\\nIt might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it, was\\nthe Spirit s sorrowful reply. Look here.\\nFrom the foldino;s of its robe it brouo;ht two children\\nwretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt\\ndown at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.\\nO man look here. Look, look, down here exclaimed\\nthe Ghost.\\nThey were a l^oy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged,\\nscowling, wolfish but prostrate, too, in their humility.\\nWhere graceful youth should have filled their features out,\\nand touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled\\n86", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE SECOXD or 77//: TIT/iE/-. SP//i/TS. .S;\\nhand, like that of age, had pinched and twisted them, and\\npulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat en-\\nthroned de\\\\ils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change,\\nno degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade,\\nthrough all the mvsteries of wonderful creation, has monsters\\nhalf so horrible and dread.\\nScrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to\\nhim in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but\\nthe words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie\\nof such enormous magnitude.\\nSpirit are they yours Scrooge could say no more.\\nThey are Man s, said the Spirit, looking down upon\\nthem. And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers.\\nThis boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them\\nboth, and all of their degree but most of all beware this\\nboy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom,\\nunless the writing be erased. Deny it cried the Spirit,\\nstretchinsf out its hand towards the citv. Slander those\\nwho tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and\\nmake it worse And bide the end\\nHave they no refuge or resource cried Scrooge.\\nAre there no prisons said the Spirit, turning on him\\nfor the last time with his own words. Are there no work-\\nhouses\\nThe bell struck twelve.\\nScrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not.\\nAs the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the\\nprediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, be-\\nheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a\\nmist alona: the ground, towards him.\\n87", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Stanc /our.\\nTHE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.\\nTHE Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached. When\\nit came near him, Scrooge bent down upon his knee;\\nfor in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed\\nto scatter gloom and mystery.\\nIt was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed\\nits head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save\\none outstretched hand. But for this it would have been\\ndifficult to detach its figure from the night, and separate it\\nfrom the darkness by which it was surrounded.\\nHe felt that it was tall and stately when it came beside\\nhim, and that its mysterious presence filled him wdth a solemn\\ndread. He knew no more, for the Spirit neither spoke nor\\nmoved.\\nI am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To\\nCome said Scrooge.\\nThe Spirit answered not, but pointed downward with its\\nhand.\\nYou are about to show me shadows of the things that\\nhave not happened, but will happen in the time before us,\\nScrooge pursued. Is that so. Spirit\\nThe upper portion of the garment was contracted for an\\ninstant in its folds, as if the Spirit had inclined its head.\\nThat was the only answer he received.\\n91", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "92 THE LAST OF THE SP/E/TS.\\nAlthough well used to ghostly company bv this timci\\nScrooge feared the silent shape so much that his legs trem-\\nbled beneath him, and he found that he could hardly stand\\nwhen he prepared to follow it. The Spirit paused a mo-\\nment, as observing his condition, and gixing him time to\\nrecover.\\nBut Scrooge was all the worse for this. It thrilled him\\nwith a vague uncertain horror, to know that behind tlie dusky\\nshroud there were ghostly eyes intently fixed upon him, while\\nhe, though he stretched his own to the utmost, could see\\nnothing but a spectral hand and one great heap of black.\\nGhost of the Future he exclaimed, I fear you more\\nthan any Spectre I have seen. But, as I know your purpose\\nis to do me good, and as I hope to be another man from\\nwhat I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it\\nwith a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me\\nIt gave him no reply. The hand was pointed straight\\nbefore them.\\nLead on said Scrooge. Lead on The night is\\no o\\nwaning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead\\non. Spirit\\nThe Phantom mo\\\\ ed away as it had come towards him.\\nScrooge followed in the shadow of its dress, which bore him\\nup, he thought, and carried him along.\\nThey scarcely seemed to enter the city; for the city\\nrather seemed to spring up about them, and encompass\\nthem of its own act. But there they were, in the heart of\\nit; on Change, amongst the merchants, who hurried up\\nand down, and chinked the money in their pockets, and\\nconversed in groups, and looked at their watches, and trifled", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPlREfS. 93\\nthoughtfully witli tlicir great gold seals; and so forth, as\\nScrooge had seen them often.\\nThe Spirit stopped beside one little knot of business men.\\nObserving that the hand was pointed to them, Scrooge ad-\\nvanced to listen to their talk.\\nNo, said a great fat man with a monstrous chin, I\\ndon t know much about it, either way. I only know he s\\ndead.\\nWhen did he die.? inquired another.\\nLast night, I believe.\\nWhy, what was the matter with him asked a third,\\ntaking a vast quantity of snuff out of a very large snuff-box.\\nI thought he d never die.\\nGod knows, said the first, with a yawn.\\nWhat has he done with his money asked a red-faced\\ngentleman with a pendulous excresence on the end of his\\nnose, that shook like the gills of a turkey-cock.\\nI haven t heard, said the man with the large chin,\\nyawning again. Left it to his Company, perhaps. He\\nhasn t left it to we. That s all I know.\\nThis pleasantry was received with a general laugh.\\nIt s likely to be a very cheap funeral, said the same\\nspeaker; for upon my life I don t know of anybody to go\\nto it. Suppose we make up a party and volunteer.\\nI don t mind going if a lunch is provided, observed\\nthe gentleman with the excrescence on his nose. But I\\nmust be fed, if I make one.\\nAnother laughed.\\nWell, I am the most disinterested among you, after\\nall, said the first speaker, for I never wear black gloves,\\n93", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "94 THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.\\nand I never eat lunch. But I ll offer to go, if anvbody else\\nwill. When I come to think of it, I m not at all sure that\\nI wasn t his most particular friend; for we used to stop and\\nspeak whene\\\\ er we met. By, by\\nSpeakers and listeners strolled away, and mixed with\\nother groups. Scrooge knew the men, and looked towards\\nthe Spirit for an explanation.\\nThe Phantom glided on into a street. Its finger pointed\\nto two persons meeting. Scrooge listened again, thinking\\nthat the explanation might lie here.\\nHe knew these men, also, perfectly. They were men of\\nbusiness very wealthy, and of great importance. He had\\nmade a point always of standing well in their esteem: in a\\nbusiness point of view, that is; strictly in a business point\\nof view.\\nHow are you said one.\\nHow are you returned the other.\\nWell! said the first. Old Scratch has got his own\\nat last, hey\\nSo I am told, returned the second. Cold, isn t it\\nSeasonable for Christmas time. You re not a skater, I\\nsuppose\\nNo. No. Something else to think of. Good morn-\\ning!\\nNot another word. That was their meetinfr, their con-\\nversation, and their parting.\\nScrooge was at first inclined to be surprised that the\\nSpirit should attach importance to conversations apparently\\nso trivial but feeling assured that they must have some\\nhidden purpose, he set himself to consider what it was likely\\n94", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPHHTS. 95\\nto be. They could scarcely be supposed to have any bear-\\ning on tlic death of Jacob, his old partner, for that was\\nPast, and this Ghost s province was the Future. Nor could\\nhe think of any one immediately connected with himself\\nto whom he could apply them. But nothing doubting that\\nto whomsoever they applied they had some latent moral for\\nhis own impro^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ement, he resolved to treasure up every word\\nhe heard and every thing he saw, and especially to observe\\nthe shadow of himself when it appeared. For he had an\\nexpectation that the conduct of his future self would give\\nhim the clue he missed and would render the solution of\\nthese riddles easy.\\nHe looked about in that very place for his own image;\\nbut another man stood in his accustomed corner, and though\\nthe clock pointed to his usual time of day for being there,\\nhe saw no likeness of himself among the multitudes that\\npoured in through the Porch. It gave him little surprise,\\nhowever; for he had been revolving in his mind a change\\nof life, and thought and hoped he saw his new-born resolu-\\ntions carried out in this.\\nQuiet and dark, beside him stood the Phantom, with its\\noutstretched hand. When he roused himself from his\\nthoughtful quest, he fancied, from the turn of the hand, and\\nits situation in reference to himself, that the Unseen Eyes\\nwere looking at him keenly. It made him shudder, and feel\\nvery cold.\\nThey left the busy scene, and went into an obscure part\\nof the town, where .Scrooge had never penetrated before,\\nalthough he recognized its situation and its bad repute.\\nThe ways were foul and narrow; the shops and houses\\n95", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "96 THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.\\nwretched the people half-naked, drunken, slipshod, ugly.\\nAlleys and archways, like so many cesspools, disgorged\\ntheir offences of smell, and dirt, and life upon the strag-\\ngling streets, and the whole quarter reeked with crime, with\\nfilth, and misery.\\nFar in this den of infamous resort there was a low-\\nbrowed, beetling shop, below a pent-house roof, where iron,\\nold rags, bottles, bones, and greasy offal were bought. Upon\\nthe floor within were piled up heaps of rusty keys, nails,\\nchains, hinges, files, scales, weights, and refuse iron of all\\nkinds. Secrets that few would like to scrutinize were bred\\nand hidden in mountains of unseemly rags, masses of cor-\\nrupted fat, and sepulchres of bones. Sitting in among the\\nwares he dealt in, by a charcoal-stove made of old bricks,\\nwas a gray-haired rascal, nearly seventy years of age, who\\nhad screened himself from the cold air without by a frowsy\\ncurtaining of miscellaneous tatters, hung upon a line, and\\nsmoked his pipe in all the luxury of calm retirement.\\nScrooae and the Phantom came into the i^resence of this\\nman just as a woman with a heavy bundle slunk into the\\nshop. But she had scarcely entered, when another woman,\\nsimilarly laden, came in too; and she was closely followed\\nby a man in faded black, who was no less startled by the\\nsight of them than they had been upon the recognition of\\neach other. After a short period of blank astonishment, in\\nwhich the old man with the pipe had joined them, they all\\nthree burst into a laugh.\\nLet the charwoman alone to be the first! cried she\\nwho had entered first. Let the laundress alone to be the\\nsecond; and let the undertaker s man alone to be the third.\\n96", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SJ JR/TS. 97\\nLook here, old Joe, here s a chance! If we haven t all three\\nmet here without meaning it!\\nYou couldn t have met in a better place, said old Joe,\\nremoving his pipe from his mouth. Come into the parlor.\\nYou were made free of it long ago, you know and the other\\ntwo an t strangers. Stop till I shut the door of the shop.\\nAh How it shrieks There an t such a rusty bit of metal\\nin the place as its own hinges, I believe; and I m sure there s\\nno such old bones here as mine. Ha, ha! We re all suita-\\nble to our calling, we re well matched. Come into the parlor.\\nCome into the parlor.\\nThe parlor was the space behind the screen of rags.\\nThe old man raked the fire together with an old stair-rod,\\nand having trimmed his smoky lamp (for it was night), with\\nthe stem of his pipe, put it in his mouth again.\\nWhile he did this, the woman who had already spoken\\nthrew her bundle on the floor and sat down in a flauntins:\\nmanner on a stool crossing her elbows on her knees, and\\nlooking with a bold defiance at the other two.\\nWhat odds then What odds, Mrs. Dilber.? said the\\nwoman. E\\\\-ery person has a right to take care of them-\\nselves, //c always did\\nThat s true, indeed said the laundress. No man\\nmore so.\\nWhy, then, don t stand staring as if you was afraid,\\nwoman who s the wiser We re not going to pick holes in\\neach other s coats, I suppose\\nNo, indeed! said Mrs. Dilber and the man toeether.\\nWe should hope not.\\nVery well, then cried the woman. That s enough.\\n97", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "98 THE LAST OF THE SPHHTS.\\nWho s the worse for the loss of a few things Hke these\\nNot a dead man, I suppose.\\nNo, indeed, said Mrs. Dilber, laughing.\\nIf he wanted to keep em after he was dead, a wicked\\nold screw, pursued the woman, why wasn t he natural in\\nhis lifetime If he had been, he d have had somebody to\\nlook after him when he was struck with Death, instead of\\nlying gasping out his last there, alone by himself.\\nIt s the truest word that ever was spoke, said Mrs.\\nDilber. It s a judgment on him.\\nI wish it was a little heavier one, replied the woman\\nand it should have been, you may depend upon it, if I could\\nhave laid my hands on any thing else. Open that bundle,\\nold Joe, and let me know the value of it. Speak out plain.\\nI m not afraid to be the first, nor afraid for them to see it.\\nWe knew pretty well that we were helping ourselves before\\nwe met here, I believe. It s no sin. Open the bundle, Joe.\\nBut the gallantry of her friends would not allow of this\\nand the man in faded black, mounting the breach first, pro-\\nduced /lis plunder. It was not extensive. A seal or two, a\\npencil-case, a pair of sleeve-buttons, and a brooch of no great\\nvalue were all. They were severally examined and appraised\\nby old Joe, who chalked the sums he was disposed to give\\nfor each upon the wall, and added .them up into a total\\nwhen he found that there was nothing more to come.\\nThat s your account, said Joe, and I wouldn t give\\nanother sixpence, if I was to be boiled for not doing it.\\nWho s next?\\nMrs. Dilber was next. .Sheets and towels, a little wear-\\ning apparel, two old-fashioned silver teaspoons, a pair of\\n98", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS. 99\\nsuo-ar-tono-s, and a few boots. Her account was stated on\\nthe wall in the same manner.\\nI always give too much to ladies. It s a weakness of\\nmine, and that s the way I ruin myself, said old Joe.\\nThat s your account. If you asked me for another penny,\\nand made it an open question, I d repent of being so liberal,\\nand knock off half a crown.\\nAnd now undo my bundle, Joe, said the first woman.\\nJoe went down on his knees for the greater convenience\\nof opening it, and having unfastened a great many knots,\\ndrao-o ed out a large and heavy roll of some dark stuff.\\nWhat do you call this.? said Joe. Bed-curtains!\\nAh returned the woman, laughing and leaning for-\\nward on her crossed arms. Bed-curtains\\nYou don t mean to say you took em down, rings and\\nall, with him lying there said Joe.\\nYes, I do, replied the woman. Why not\\nYou were born to make your fortune, said Joe, and\\nyou ll certainly do it.\\nI certainly sha n t hold my hand, when I can get any\\nthing in it by reaching it out, for the sake of such a man\\nas he was, I promise you, Joe, returned the woman coolly.\\nDon t drop that oil upon the blankets, now.\\nHis blankets asked Joe.\\nWhose else s do you think replied the woman. He\\nisn t likely to take cold without em, I dare say.\\nI hope he didn t die of any thing catching? Eh?\\nsaid old Joe, stopping in his work, and looking up.\\nDon t you be afraid of that, returned the woman. I\\nan t so fond of his company that I d loiter about him for\\n99", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "lOO THE LAST OF THE SPHUTS.\\nsuch things, if he did. Ah! You may look through that\\nshirt tin your eyes ache but you won t find a hole in it, nor\\na threadbare place. It s the best he had, and a fine one too.\\nThey d have wasted it, if it hadn t been for me.\\nWhat do you call wasting of it asked old Joe.\\nPutting it on him to be buried in, to be sure, replied\\nthe woman with a laugh. Somebody was fool enough to\\ndo it, but I took it off again. If calico an t good enough for\\nsuch a purpose, it isn t good enough for any thing. It s\\nquite as becoming to the body. He can t look uglier than\\nhe did in that one.\\nScrooge listened to this dialogue in horror. As they sat\\ngrouped about their spoil, in the scanty light afforded by\\nthe old man s lamp, he viewed them with a detestation and\\ndisgust which could hardly have been greater though they\\nhad been obscene demons, marketing the corpse itself.\\nHa, ha! lausjhed the same woman when old Joe,\\nproducing a flannel bag with money in it, told out their\\nseveral gains upon the ground. This is the end of it,\\nyou see! He frightened every one away from him when\\nhe was alive, to profit us when he was dead! Ha, ha, ha!\\nSpirit said Scrooge, shuddering from head to foot,\\nI see, I see. The case of this unhappy man might be my\\nown. My life tends that way, now. Merciful Heaven, what\\nis this!\\nHe recoiled in terror, for the scene had changed, and\\nnow he almost touched a bed a bare, uncurtained bed on\\nwhich, beneath a ragged sheet, there lay a something covered\\nup, which, though it was dumb, announced itself in awful\\nlanguage.", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS. loi\\nTlic room was very dark, too dark to l^e ol)served willi\\nany accuracy, though Scrooge glanced round it in obedience\\nto a secret impulse, anxious to know what kind of room it\\nwas. A pale light, rising in the outer air, fell straight upon\\nthe bed; and on it, plundered and bereft, unwatched, un-\\nwept, uncared for, was the body of this man.\\nScrooge glanced toward the Phantom. Its steady hand\\nwas pointed to the liead. The cover was so carelessly ad-\\njusted that the slightest raising of it, the motion of a finger\\nupon Scrooge s part, would have disclosed the face. He\\nthought of it, felt how easy it would be to do, and longed\\nto do it but had no more power to withdraw the veil than\\nto dismiss the .Spectre at his side.\\nOh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar\\nhere, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy\\ncommand: for this is thy dominion! But of the loved,\\nrevered, and honored head, thou canst not turn one hair to\\nth)- dread purposes, or make one feature odious. It is not\\nthat the hand is heavy and will fall down when released; it\\nis not that the heart and pulse are still but that the hand\\nwas open, generous, and true the heart brave, warm, and\\ntender; and the pulse a man s. Strike, Shadow, strike!\\nAnd see his good deeds springing from the wound, to sow\\nthe world with life immortal\\nNo voice pronounced these words in .Scrooge s ears, and\\nyet he heard them when he looked upon the bed. He\\nthought, if this man could be raised up now, what w^ould\\nbe his foremost thoughts Avarice, hard dealing, griping\\ncares They have brought him to a rich end, truly\\nHe lay, in the dark emjjty house, with not a man, a", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "I02 THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.\\nwoman, or a child to say he was kind to me in this or that,\\nand for the memory of one kind word I will be kind to him.\\nA cat was tearing at the door, and there was a sound of\\nenawinsf rats beneath the hearth-stone. What i/iey wanted\\nin the room of death, and why they were so restless and\\ndisturbed, Scrooge did not dare to think.\\nSpirit! he said, this is a fearful place. In leaving it,\\nI shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let us go!\\nStill the Ghost pointed with an unmoved finger to the\\nhead.\\nI understand you, Scrooge returned, and I would do\\nit if I could. But I have not the power. Spirit. I have\\nnot the power.\\nAgain it seemed to look upon him.\\nIf there is any person in the town who feels emotion\\ncaused by this man s death, said Scrooge quite agonized,\\nshow that person to me, Spirit, I beseech 3 ou\\nThe Phantom spread its dark robe before him for a\\nmoment, like a wing and withdrawing it, revealed a room\\nby daylight, where a mother and her children were.\\nShe was expecting some one, and with anxious eager-\\nness for she walked up and down the room started at\\nevery sound looked out from the window glanced at\\nthe clock tried, but in vain, to work with her needle\\nand could hardly bear the voices of the children in their\\nplay.\\nAt length the long-expected knock was heard. She\\nhurried to the door, and met her husband a man whose\\nface was careworn and depressed, though he was young.\\nThere was a remarkable expression in it now; a kind of", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS. 103\\nserious delight of which he felt ashamed, and which he\\nstruggled to repress.\\nHe sat down to the dinner that had been hoarding for\\nhim by the fire and when she asked him faintly what\\nnews (which was not until after a long silence), he appeared\\nembarrassed how to answer.\\nIs it good, she said, or bad? to help him.\\nBad, he answered.\\nWe are quite ruined\\nNo. There is hope yet, Caroline.\\nIf relents, she said, amazed, there is Nothing is\\npast hope, if such a miracle has happened.\\nHe is past relenting, said her husband. He is dead.\\n.She was a mild and patient creature if her face spoke\\ntruth but she was thankful in her soul to hear it, and she\\nsaid so, with clasped hands. .She prayed forgiveness the\\nnext moment, and was sorry; but the first was the emotion\\nof her heart.\\nWhat the half-drunken woman whom I told you of last\\nnisht said to me, when I tried to see him and obtain a\\nweek s delay, and what I thought was a mere excuse to\\navoid me, turns out to have been quite true. He was not\\nonly very ill, but dying, then.\\nTo whom will our debt be transferred\\nI don t know. But before that time we shall be ready\\nwith the money; and even though we were not, it would be\\nbad fortune indeed to find so merciless a creditor in his suc-\\ncessor. We may sleep to-night with light hearts, Caroline!\\nYes. Soften it as they would, their hearts were lighter.\\nThe cbidren s faces hushed, and, clustered round to hear\\n03", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "I04 THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.\\nwliat they so little understood, were brighter and it was a\\nhap23ier house for this man s death The only emotion that\\nthe Ghost could show him, caused by the event, was one of\\npleasure.\\nLet me see some tenderness connected with a death,\\nsaid Scrooge; or that dark chamber, Spirit, which we left\\njust now will be for ever present to me.\\nThe Ghost conducted him through several streets familiar\\nto his feet; and as they went along, Scrooge looked here and\\nthere to find himself, but nowhere was he to be seen. They\\nentered poor Bob Cratchit s house; the dwelling he had vis-\\nited before and found the mother and the children seated\\nround the fire.\\nQuiet. Very quiet. The noisy little Cratchits were as\\nstill as statues in one corner, and sat looking up at Peter,\\nwho had a book before him. The mother and her daugh-\\nters were engaged in sewing. But surely they were very\\nquiet\\nAnd He took a child, and set him in the midst of\\nthem.\\nWhere had Scrooge heard those words He had not\\ndreamed them. The boy must have read them out as he\\nand the Spirit crossed the threshold. Why did he not go\\non\\nThe mother laid her work upon the table, and put her\\nhand up to her face.\\nThe color hurts my eyes, she said.\\nThe color.? Ah, poor Tiny Tim!\\nThey re better now again. said Cratchit s wife. It\\nmakes them weak by candle-light; and I wouldn t show\\n104", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIREfS. 105\\nweak eyes to your father when he comes home for the world.\\nIt must be near his time.\\nPast it rather, Peter answered, shutting \\\\\\\\\\\\i his book.\\nBut I tliink he s walked a little slower than he used these\\nfew last evenings, mother.\\nThey were very quiet again. At last she said, in a\\nsteady, cheerful voice, that only faltered once:\\nI have known him walk with I ha\\\\-e known him walk\\nwith Tiny Tim upon his shoulder very fast indeed.\\nAnd so have I cried Peter. Often.\\nAnd so have I! exclaimed another. .So had all.\\nBut he was very light to carry, she resumed, intent\\nupon her work, and his father loved him so, that it was\\nno trouble no trouble. And there is your father at the\\ndoor!\\nShe hurried out to meet him; and little Bob, in his\\ncomforter he had need of it, poor fellow came in. His\\ntea was ready for him on the hob, and they all tried who\\nshould help him to it most. Then the two young Cratchits\\ngot upon his knees and laid each child a little cheek against\\nhis face, as if they said, Don t mind it, father. Don t be\\ngrieved\\nBob was very cheerful with them, and spoke pleasantly\\nto all the family. He looked at the work upon the table,\\nand praised the industry and speed of Mrs. Cratchit and the\\ngirls. They would be done long before Sunday, he said.\\nSunday! You went to-day then, Robert? said his wife.\\nYes, my dear. returned Bob. I wish you could have\\ngone. It would have done you good to see how green a\\nplace it is. But you ll see it often. I promised him that I\\n105", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "io6 THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS.\\nwould walk there on Sunday. My little, little child cried\\nBob. My little child\\nHe broke down all at once. He couldn t help it. If he\\ncould have helped it, he and his child would have been\\nfarther apart, perhaps, than they were.\\nHe left the room, and went upstairs into the room above,\\nwhich was lighted cheerfully, and hung with Christmas.\\nThere was a chair set close beside the child, and there were\\nsigns of some one having been there lately. Poor Bob sat\\ndown in it, and when he had thought a little and composed\\nhimself, he kissed the little face. He was reconciled to\\nwhat had happened, and went down again quite happy.\\nThey drew about the fire and talked, the girls and mother\\nworking still. Bob told them of the e.xtraordinarv kindness\\nof Mr. Scrooge s nephew, whom he had scarcely seen but\\nonce, and who, meeting him in the street that day, and see-\\ning that he looked a little just a little down, you know,\\nsaid Bob, inquired what had happened to distress him. On\\nwhich, said Bob, for he is the pleasantest-spoken gentle-\\nman you ever heard, I told him. I am heartily sorry for\\nit, Mr. Cratchit, he said, and heartily sorry for your good\\nwife. By the by, how he ever knew ^/lat I don t know.\\nKnew what, mv dear\\n\\\\\\\\^hy, that you were a good wife, replied Bob.\\nEverybodv knows that said Peter.\\nVery well observed, my boy cried Bob. I hope they\\ndo. Heartily sorrv, he said, for your good wife. If I can\\nbe of service to you in any way, he said, giving me his card,\\nthat s where I live. Pray come to me. Now, it wasn t,\\ncried Bob, for the sake of any thing he might be able to\\n1 06", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS. 107\\ndo for us so mucli as for his kind way tliat tliis was quite\\ndelightful. It really seemed as if he had known our Tiny\\nTim, and felt with us.\\nI m sure he s a good soul said Mrs. Cratchit.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0You would be surer of it, my dear, returned Bob, if\\nyou saw and spoke to him. I shouldn t be at all surprised\\nmark what I say if he got Peter a better situation.\\nOnly hear that, Peter, said Mrs. Cratchit.\\nAnd then, cried one of the girls, Peter will be keep-\\ning company with some one, and setting up for himself.\\nGet along with you retorted Peter, grinning.\\nIt s just as likely as not, said Bob, one of these days;\\nthough there s plenty of time for that, my dear. But how-\\never and whenever we part from one another, I am sure we\\nshall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim shall we? or this\\nfirst parting that there was among us.\\nNever, father! cried they all.\\nAnd I know, said Bob, I know, my dears, that when\\nwe recollect how patient and how mild he was, although he\\nwas a little, little child, we shall not quarrel easily among\\nourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it.\\nNo, never, father! they all cried again.\\nI am very happy, said little Bob, I am very happy!\\nMrs. Cratchit kissed him, his daughters kissed him, the\\ntwo young Cratchits kissed him, and Peter and himself shook\\nhands. Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish essence was from\\nGod!\\nSpectre, said .Scrooge, sometliing informs me that our\\nparting moment is at hand. I know it, but I know not how.\\nTell me what man that was whom we saw lying dead .f\\n107", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "io8 THE LAST OF THE SPHilTS.\\nThe Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come conveyed hhii, as\\nbefore though at a different time, he thought: indeed there\\nseemed no order in these latter visions, save that they were\\nin the Future into the resorts of business men, but showed\\nhim not himself. Indeed the Spirit did not stay for any\\nthing, Init went straight on, as to the end just now desired,\\nuntil besought by Scrooge to tarry for a moment.\\nThis court, said Scrooge, through which we hurry\\nnow, is where my place of occujaation is, and has been for\\na length of time. I sec the house. Let me behold what I\\nshall be in days to come.\\nThe Spirit stopped the hand was pointed elsewhere.\\nThe house is yonder, Scrooge exclaimed. Why do\\nyou point away\\nThe inexorable finger underwent no change.\\nScrooge hastened to the window of his ofifice, and looked\\nin. It was an office still, Ijut not his. The furniture was\\nnot the same, and the figure in the chair was not himself.\\nThe Phantom pointed as before.\\nHe joined it once again, and wondering why and whither\\nhe had gone, accompanied it until they reached an iron gate.\\nHe paused to look round before entering.\\nA churchyard. Here, then, the wretched man whose\\nname he had now to learn lay underneath the ground.\\nIt was a worthy place. Walled in by houses; overrun by\\ngrass and weeds, the growth of vegetation s death, not life\\nchoked up with too much burying; fat with rcpleted appe-\\ntite. A worthy place\\nThe Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down\\nto One. He advanced toward it trembling. The Phantom\\nloS", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE SPIREFS. 109\\nwas exactly as it had been, Init he dreaded that he saw new\\nmeaning in its solemn shape.\\nBefore I draw nearer to that stone to which you point,\\nsaid Scrooge, answer me one question. Are these the\\nshadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of\\nthe things that May be, only.^^\\nStill the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which\\nit stood.\\nMen s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if\\npersevered in, they must lead, said Scrooge. But if the\\ncourses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is\\nthus with what you show me\\nThe Spirit was immovable as ever.\\nScrooge crept towards it, trembling as he went, and fol-\\nlowing the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave\\nhis own name, Ebenezer Scrooge.\\nAm tliat man who lay upon the bed he cried, upon\\nhis knees.\\nThe finger pointed from the grave to him, and back again.\\nNo, Spirit Oh no, no\\nThe finoer still was there.\\nSpirit! he cried, tight clutching at its robe, hear me\\nI am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must\\nhave been but for this intercourse. Why show me this if I\\nam past all hope t\\nFor the first time the hand appeared to shake.\\nGood Spirit, he pursued, as down upon the ground he\\nfell before it, your nature intercedes for me and pities me.\\nAssure me that I yet may change these shadows ou have\\nshown me by an altered life\\n109", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "no THE LAST OF THE SIHRTTS.\\nThe kind hand trembled.\\nI will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it\\nall the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the\\nFuture. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.\\nI will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell\\nme I may sponge away the writing on this stone\\nIn his agony he caught the spectral hand. It sought to\\nfree itself, but he was strona; in his entreaty, and detained\\nit. The Spirit, stronger yet, repulsed him.\\nHolding up his hands in one last prayer to have his fate\\nreversed, he saw an alteration in the Phantom s hood and\\ndress. It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bed-\\npost.", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "5 till) c /inc.\\nTHE END OF IT.", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE END OF IT.\\nYES! and the bedpost was his own. The Ijcd was his\\nown, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all,\\nthe Time before him was his own, to make amends in!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!\\nScrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. The Spirits\\nof alf Three shall strive within me. O Jacob Parley!\\nHeaven and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I\\nsay it on my knees, old Jacob on my knees\\nHe was so fluttered and so glowing with his good inten-\\ntions that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his\\ncall. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with\\nthe Spirit, and his face was wet with tears.\\nThey are not torn down, cried Scrooge, folding one\\nof his bed-curtains in his arms, they are not torn .down,\\nrings and all. They are here: I am here: the shadows of\\nthe things that would have been may be dispelled. They\\nwill be. I know tliey will\\nHis hands were busy with his garments all this tmie\\nturning them inside out, putting them on upside down, tear-\\ning them, mislaying them, making them parties to every\\nkind of extravagance.\\nI don t know what to do! cried Scrooge, laughing\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a03", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "114 THE EXD OF IT.\\nand crying in tlic same breath, and making a perfect Lao-\\ncoon of liimself with his stockings. I am as h ht as a\\nfeather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a\\nschoolbo} I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry\\nChristmas to everybody! A liappy New Year to all the\\nworld. Hallo here Whoop Hallo\\nHe had frisked into the sitting-room, and was now stand-\\ning there, perfectly winded.\\nThere s the saucepan that the gruel was in cried\\nScrooge, starting off again, and frisking round the fire-place.\\nThere s the door by which the (ihost of Jacob Warley\\nentered; there s the corner where the Ghost of Christmas\\nPresent sat There s the window where I saw the wander-\\ning Spirits! It s all right, it s all true, it all happened. Ha,\\nha. ha!\\nReally, for a man who had been out of practice for so\\nmany years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh.\\nThe father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs!\\nI don t know what day of the month it is said\\nScrooge. I don t know how long I ve been among the\\nSpirits. I don t know any thing. I m quite a baby. Never\\nmind. I don t care. I d rather be a baby. Hallo! Whoop!\\nHallo here\\nHe was checked in his transports by the churches ring-\\ning out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. Clash, clang,\\nhammer, ding, dong, bell. Bell, dong, ding, hammer, clang,\\nclash Oh, glorious, g-lorious\\nRunning to the window, he opened it and put out his\\nhead. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold;\\ncold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight;\\n4", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE EXn OF IT. 115\\nHeavenly sky; sweet fresh air; meny l)clls. Uh, glorious,\\nglorious\\nWhat s to-day? cried Scrooge, calling downward to a\\nboy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look\\nabout him.\\nEh returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.\\nWhat s to-day, my fine fellow.^ said Scrooge.\\nTo-day replied the boy. Why, Christmas Day.\\nIt s Christmas Day! said Scrooge to himself. I\\nhaven t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one\\nnight. They can do any thing they like. Of course they\\ncan. Of course they can. Hallo, my fine fellow\\nHallo returned the boy.\\nDo you know the Poulterer s, in the next street but one,\\nat the corner? Scrooge inquired.\\nI should hope I did, replied the lad.\\nAn intelligent boy! said Scrooge. A remarkable boy!\\nDo you know whether they ve sold the prize Turkey tliat was\\nhanging up there? Not the little j^rize Turkey: the big one\\nWhat, the one as big as me returned the boy.\\nWhat a delightful boy! said Scrooge. It s a pleasure\\nto talk to him. Yes. my buck\\nIt s hanging there now, replied the boy.\\nIs it said Scrooge. Go and buy it.\\nWalk-ER exclaimed the boy.\\nNo, no, said .Scrooge, I am in earnest. Go and buy\\nit, and tell em to bring it here, that I may give them the\\ndirection where to take it. Come back with the man, and\\nI ll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than\\nfive minutes, and I ll give you half a crown!", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "ii6 THE EXD OF IT.\\nThe boy was off like a shot. He must have had a steady\\nhand at a trio-oer who could have o-ot a shot off half so fast.\\nI ll send it to Bob Cratchit s whispered Scrooge,\\nrubbing his hands and splitting with a laugh. He sha n t\\nknow who sends it. It s twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe\\nMiller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob s will\\nbe\\nThe hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady\\none, but write it he did, somehow, and went down stairs to\\nopen the street door, ready for the coming of the Poulterer s\\nman. As he stood there, waiting his arrival, the knocker\\ncaught his eye.\\nI shall love it as long as I live cried Scrooge, patting\\nit with his hand. I scarcely ever looked at it before.\\nWhat an honest expression it has in its face! It s a won-\\nderful knocker Here s the Turkey. Hallo Whoop\\nHow are you l\\\\Ierr\\\\- Christmas\\nIt zuas a Turkey He never could have stood upon his\\nlegs, that bird. He would have snapped em short off in a\\nminute, like sticks of sealing-wax.\\nWhy, it s impossible to carry that to Camden Town,\\nsaid Scroosre. You must have a cab.\\nThe chuckle with which he said this, and the chuckle\\nwith which he paid for the Turkey, and the chuckle with\\nwhich he paid for the cab, and the chuckle with which he\\nrecompensed the boy, were only to be exceeded by the\\nchuckle with which he sat down breathless in his chair\\naq-ain, and chuckled till he cried.\\nShaving was not an easy task, for his hand continued\\nto shake very much and shaving requires attention, even\\nii6", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "-irA ;s 7\\nV", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE END OE IT.\\n117\\nwhen you don/t dance wliile 3T)u are at it. liut if he had\\ncut the end of his nose off, he would liave put a piece of\\nsticking-plaster over it, and been quite satisfied.\\nHe dressed himself all in his best, and at last eot out\\ninto the streets. The people were by this time pouring\\nforth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas\\nPresent; and walking with his hands behind him, Scrooge\\nregarded every one with a delighted smile. He looked so\\nirresistibly pleasant, in a word, that three or four o-ood-\\nhumored fellows said, Good morning, sir A merry Christ-\\nmas to you And Scrooge said often afterwards, that of\\nall the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the\\nblithest in his ears.\\nHe had not gone far, when coming on towards him he\\nbeheld the portly gentleman who had walked into his count-\\ning-house the day before and said, Scrooge and Marley s, I\\nbelieve. It sent a pang across his heart to think how this\\nold gentleman would look upon him when they met; but\\nhe knew what path lay straiglit before him, and he took it.\\nMy dear sir, said Scrooge, quickening his pace, and\\ntaking the old gentleman by both his hands, how do you\\ndo? I hope you succeeded yesterday. It was very kind of\\nyou. A merry Christmas to you, sir!\\nMr. Scrooge?\\nYes, said Scrooge. That is my name, and I fear it\\nmay not be pleasant to you. Allow me to ask your pardon.\\nAnd will you have the goodness here Scrooge whispered\\nin his ear.\\nLord bless me cried the gentleman, as if his breath\\nwere gone. My dear Mr. Scrooge, are you serious\\n117", "height": "3118", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "ii8 THE END OE EE.\\nIf you please, said Scrooge. Not a farthing less. A\\no-reat many back-payments are included in it, I assure you.\\nWill you do me that favor.\\nMy dear sir, said the other, shaking hands with him,\\nI don t know what to say to such munifi\\nDon t say any thing, please, retorted Scrooge. Come\\nand see me. Will vou come and see me\\nI will! cried the old gentleman. And it was clear he\\nmeant to do it.\\nThank ec, said .Scrooge. I am much obliged to you.\\nI thank you fifty times. Bless you\\nHe went to church, and walked about the streets, and\\nwatched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children\\non the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into\\nthe kitchens of houses and up to the windows, and found\\nthat e\\\\ erv thing could yield him pleasure. He had never\\ndreamed that any walk that any thing could give him\\nso much Jiappiness. In the afternoon he turned his steps\\ntowards his nephew s house.\\nHe passed the door a dozen times before he had the\\ncourage to go up and knock. But he made a dash, and did\\nit:\\nIs your master at home, my dear said Scrooge to the\\ngirl. Nice girl Very.\\nYes, sir.\\nWhere is lie, mv love said Scroosfe.\\nHe s in the dining-room, sir, along with mistress. I ll\\nshow you upstairs, if vou please.\\nThank ee. He knows me, said Scrooge, with his hand\\nalready on the dining-room lock. I ll go in here, my dear.\\niiS", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3108", "width": "2442", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE EXn OF IT. 119\\nHe turned it gently, and sidled his face in, nnmd the\\ndoor. They were looking at the table which was spread out\\nin great array); for these young housekeepers are always\\nnervous on such points, and like to see that every thing is\\nright.\\nFred! said Scrooge.\\nI^ear heart alive, how his niece by marriage started!\\nScrooge had forgotten for the moment, about her sitting in\\nthe corner with the footstool, or he wouldn t have done it,\\non any account.\\nWhy, bless my soul! cried Fred, who s that?\\nIt s I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner.\\nWill vou let me in, Fred\\nLet him in It is a mercy he didn t shake his arm off.\\nHe was at home in five minutes. Nothing could be heartier.\\nHis niece looked just the same. So did Topper when he\\ncame. So did the plump sister when she came. So did\\nevery one when they came. Wonderful party, wonderful\\ngames, wonderful unanimity, won-der-ful happiness!\\nBut he was early at the oiifice next morning. Oh he\\nwas earlv there. If he could only be there first, and catch\\nBob Cratchit coming late That was the thing he had set\\nhis heart upon.\\nAnd he did it; yes he did! The clock struck nine. No\\nBob. A quarter past. No Bob. He was full eighteen min-\\nutes and a half behind his time. Scrooge sat with his door\\nwide open, that he might see him come into the lank.\\nHis hat was off before he opened the door; his comforter\\ntoo. He was on his stool in a jiffy, driving away with his\\npen as if he were trying to overtake nine o clock.\\n119", "height": "3108", "width": "2442", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "I20 THE END OF IT.\\nHallo growled Scrooge in his accustomed voice, as\\nnear as he could feign it. What do you mean by coming\\nhere at this time of day\\nI m very sorry, sir, said Bob. I am behind my time.\\nYou are repeated Scrooge. Yes, I think you arc.\\nStep this way, if you please.\\nIt s only once a year, sir, pleaded Bob, appearing from\\nthe Tank. It shall not be repeated. I was making rather\\nmerry yesterday, sir.\\nNow, I ll tell you what, my friend, said Scrooge, I\\nam not going to stand this sort of thing any longer. And\\ntherefore, he continued, leaping from his stool, and giving\\nBob such a dig in the waistcoat that he staggered back into\\nthe Tank a^ain and therefore I am about to raise vour\\nsalary\\nBob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler. He\\nhad a momentary idea of knocking Scrooge down with it,\\nholding him, and calling to the people in the court for help\\nand a straight-waistcoat.\\nA merry Christmas, Bob! said Scrooge, with an ear-\\nnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on\\nthe back. A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than\\nI have given you for many a year! Ill raise your salary,\\nand endeavor to assist your struggling family, and we will\\ndiscuss your affairs this very afternoon over a Christmas\\nbowl of smoking bishop. Bob\\nMake up the fires, and buy another coal-scuttle before\\nyou dot another i. Bob Cratchit I\\nScrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3108", "width": "2442", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3108", "width": "2442", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3112", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "christmascarolin01dick_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE END OE IT.\\n121\\ninfinitely more; and to Timy Tim, nvHo did xot die, he was\\na second father. He became as good a fnend, as good a\\nn^aster, and as good a n.an as the good old city knew, or\\nany other good old city, town, or borough in the good old\\nworld. Some people laughed to see the alteration m h m,\\nbut he let them laugh, and little heeded them for he was\\nwise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this\\no-lobe for good at which some people did not have then hll\\nof laughter in the outset and knowing that such as these\\nwould be blind any way, he thought it quite as well that\\nthey should wrinkle up their eyes in grins as have the mal-\\nady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and\\nthat was quite enough for him.\\nHe had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived\\nupon the Total Abstinence Principle ever afterwards: and it\\nwas alwavs said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas\\nwell if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that\\nbe truly said of us, and all of us! 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