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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H Cbrtstmas Carol ** I am very happy, said little Bob, I amvery happy ! Mrs. Cratchit kissed him, his daughterskissed him, the two young Cratchits kissedhim, and Peter and himself shook hands.Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish essence wasfrom God ! Spectre, said Scrooge, something in-forms me that our parting moment is at hand.I know it, but 1 know not how. Tell mewhat man that was whom we saw lyingdead? The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come con-veyed him, as before—though at a differenttime, he thought: indeed, there seemed noorder in these latter visions, save that theywere in the Future—into the resorts of businessmen, but showed him not himself. Indeed,the Spirit did not stay for anything, but wentstraight on, as to the end just now desired,until besought by Scrooge to tarry for amoment. This court, said Scrooge, throughwhich we hurry now, is where my place ofoccupation is, and has been for a length oftime. 1 see the house. Let me behold whatI shall be, in days to come ! 140
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B Cbrtstmas Carol The Spirit stopped ; the hand was pointedelsewhere. The house is yonder, Scrooge exclaimed.** Why do you point away ? The inexorable finger underwent no change. Scrooge hastened to the window of hisoffice, and looked in. It was an office still,but not his. The furniture was not the same,and the figure in the chair was not himself.The Phantom pointed as before. He joined it once again, and, wonderingwhy and whither he had gone, accompaniedit until they reached an iron gate. He pausedto look round before entering. A churchyard. Here, then, the wretchedman whose name he had now to learn, lay un-derneath the ground. It was a worthy place.Walled in by houses ; overrun by grass andweeds, the growth of vegetations death, notlife ; choked up with too much burying; fatwith repleted appetite. A worthy place ! The Spirit stood among the graves, andpointed down to One. He advanced towardsit trembling. The Phantom was exactly as ithad been, but he dreaded that he saw newmeaning i

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