Identifier: christmascarol00dick2 (find matches)
Title: A Christmas carol
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Coburn, Frederick Simpson
Subjects: Christmas stories Misers
Publisher: New York : Putnam
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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as Scroogeand Marley. Sometimes people newto the business called Scrooge Scroogeand sometimes Marley, but he answeredto both names : it was all the same to him Oh ! But he was a tight-fisted hand at thegrindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrench-ing, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous,old sinner ! Hard and sharp as flint, fromwhich no steel had ever struck out generousfire ; secret, and self-contained, and solitary asan oyster. The cold within him froze his oldfeatures, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled hischeek, stiffened his gait ; made his eyes red,his thin lips blue ; and spoke out shrewdly inhis grating voice. A frosty rime was on hishead, and on his eyebrows, and his wirychin. He carried his own low temperature al-ways about with him ; he iced his office in thedog-days ; and did nt thaw it one degree atChristmas. External heat and cold had little influenceon Scrooge. No warmth could warm, norwintry weather chill him. No wind thatblew was bittererthan he, no H Cbrtstmas Carol
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falling snow was more intent upon its purpose,no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foulweather did nt know whereto have him. Theheaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet,could boast of the advantage over him in onlyone respect. They often came down hand-somely, and Scrooge never did. Nobody ever stopped him in the street tosay, with gladsome looks, My dear Scrooge,how are you ? When will you come to seeme ? No beggars implored him to bestowa trifle, no children asked him what it wasoclock, no man or woman ever once in allhis life inquired the way to such and sucha place, of Scrooge. Even the blind mensY^ dogs appeared to know him; and whenthey saw him coming on, would tug theirowners into doorways and up courts ; andthen would wag their tails as though theysaid, No eye at all is better than an evileye, dark master ! But what did Scrooge care ? It was thevery thing he liked. To edge his way alongthe crowded paths of life, warning all hu-man sympathy to keep its distance, waswhat t

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