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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STAVE FOUR THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS THE Phantom slowly, gravely, silently ap-proached. When it came near him,Scrooge bent down upon his knee ; forin the very air through which this Spirit movedit seemed to scatter gloom and mystery. It was shrouded in a deep black garment,which concealed its head, its face, its form,and left nothing of it visible save one out-stretched hand. But for this it would havebeen difficult to detach its figure from thenight, and separate it from the darkness bywhich it was surrounded. He felt that it was tall and stately when itcame beside him, and that its mysterious pres-ence filled him with a solemn dread. He knewno more, for the Spirit neither spoke nor moved. I am in the presence of the Ghost ofChristmas Yet To Come ? said Scrooge. The Spirit answered not, but pointed down-ward with its hand. *You are about to show me shadows ofthe things that have not happened, but will 5
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H Cbrlstmas Carol happen in the time before us, Scrooge pur-sued. Is that so, Spirit ? The upper portion of ihe garment was con-tracted for an instant in its folds, as if the Spirithad inclined its head. That was the onlyanswer he received. Although well used to ghostly company bythis time, Scrooge feared the silent shape somuch that his legs trembled beneath him, andhe found that he could hardly stand when heprepared to follow it. The Spirit pauseda moment, as observing his condition,and giving him time to recover.But Scrooge was all the worse for this. Itthrilled him with a vague uncertain horror, toknow that behind the dusky shroud therewere ghostly eyes intently fixed upon him,while he, though he stretched his own to theutmost, could see nothing but a spectral handand one great heap of black. Ghost of the Future ! he exclaimed, Ifear you more than any Spectre I have seen.But, as I know your purpose is to do megood, and as I hope to live to be another manfrom what I was, I am prepa

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