always did! Who's the worse for the loss of a few things like these? Not a dead man, I suppose."

Mrs. Dilber, whose manner was remarkable for general propitiation,* said, "No, indeed, ma'am."

"If he wanted to keep 'em after he was dead, a wicked old screw, why wasn't he natural in his lifetime? If he had been, he'd have had somebody to look after him when he was struck with death, instead of lying gasping out his last there, alone by himself."

"It's the truest word that ever was spoke—it's a judgment on him."

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"I wish it was a little heavier judgment; and it should have been, you may depend upon it, if I could have laid my hands on anything else. Open that bundle, old Joe, and let me know the 770 value of it. Speak out plain. I'm not afraid to be the first, nor afraid for them to see it."

Joe went down on his knees for the greater convenience of opening the bundle, and dragged out a large and heavy roll of some dark stuff.

"What do you call this?

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Bed-curtains!"

"Ah! Bed-curtains! Don't drop that oil upon the blankets, now."

"His blankets!"

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"Whose else's do you think? He isn't likely to take cold 780 without 'em, I dare say. Ah! You may look through that shirt till your eyes ache; but you won't find a hole in it, nor a threadbare place. It's the best he had, and a fine one too. They'd have wasted it by dressing him up in it, if it hadn't been for me."

Scrooge listened to this dialogue in horror. "Spirit! I see, I see.

The case of this unhappy man might be my own. My life tends that way now. Merciful Heaven, what is this?"

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The scene had changed, and now he almost touched a bare, 790 uncurtained bed. A pale light, rising in the outer air, fell straight upon this bed; and on it, unwatched, unwept, uncared for, was the body of this plundered unknown man.

"Spirit, let me see some tenderness connected with a death, or this dark chamber, Spirit, will be forever present to me."

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The Ghost conducted him to poor Bob Cratchit's house-the dwelling he had visited before-and found the mother and the children seated round the fire.

Quiet; very quiet. The noisy little Cratchits were as still as statues in one corner, and sat looking up at Peter, who had a 800 book before him. The mother and her daughters were engaged

in needlework. But surely they were very quiet!

"And he took a child, and set him in the midst of them.'" Where had Scrooge heard those words? He had not dream

ed them. The boy must have read them out, as he and the Spir- 805 it crossed the threshold. Why did he not go on?"

The mother laid her work upon the table, and put her hand

up to her face.

"The color hurts my eyes," she said.

The color? Ah, poor Tiny Tim!

"They're better now again. It makes them weak by candlelight; and I wouldn't show weak eyes to your father when he comes home for the world. It must be near his time."

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"Past it rather," Peter answered, shutting up his book. "But I think he has walked a little slower than he used, these last few 815 evenings, mother."

"I have known him walk with-I have known him walk with Tiny Tim upon his shoulder, very fast indeed.”

"And so have I," exclaimed another. So had all.

"But he was very light to carry, and his father loved him so that it was no trouble—no trouble. And there is your father at the door!"

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She hurried out to meet him; and little Bob in his comforter —he had need of it, poor fellow-came in. His tea was ready 825 for him on the hob, and they all tried who should help him to it most. Then the two young Cratchits got upon his knees and laid, each child, a little cheek against his face, as if they said, "Don't mind it, father. Don't be grieved!"

LITERARY ANALYSIS.—796-841. The imaginary death of Tiny Tim forms a companion piece to the imaginary death of Scrooge, and the exquisite tenderness of the one is finely set off by the ghastly circumstances of the other. Both should receive the careful study of the pupil.

Bob was very cheerful with them, and spoke pleasantly to all 830 the family. He looked at the work upon the table, and praised the industry and speed of Mrs. Cratchit and the girls. They would be done long before Sunday, he said.

"Sunday! You went to-day, then, Robert?"

"Yes, my dear," returned Bob. "I wish you could have gone. 835 It would have done you good to see how green a place it is. But you'll see it often. I promised him that I would walk there on a Sunday. My little, little child! My little child!"

He broke down all at once. He couldn't help it. If he could have helped it, he and his child would have been farther apart, 840 perhaps, than they were.

"Spectre," said Scrooge, "something informs me that our parting moment is at hand. I know it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was, with the covered face, whom we saw lying dead?"

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come conveyed him to a dismal, wretched, ruinous churchyard.

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The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down to one. "Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point, answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that 850 Will be, or are they shadows of the things that May be only?"

Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood.

"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead. But if the courses be departed from, 855 the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!" The Spirit was immovable as ever.

Scrooge crept towards it, trembling as he went; and, following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name-Ebenezer Scrooge.

"Am I that man who lay upon the bed? No, Spirit! Oh no, no! Spirit! hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this if I am past all hope? Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me by an altered life."

For the first time the kind hand faltered.

"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The

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Spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the 870 writing on this stone!"

Holding up his hands in one last prayer to have his fate reversed, he saw an alteration in the Phantom's hood and dress. It shrank, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bedpost.

Yes, and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!

He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard.

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Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. 880 No fog, no mist, no night; clear, bright, stirring, golden day.

"What's to-day?" cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him. "Eh?"

"What's to-day, my fine fellow ?"

"To-day! Why, Christmas-day."

Hallo, my fine

"It's Christmas-day! I haven't missed it. Hallo,

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"Do you know the poulterer's, in the next street but one, at 890 the corner?"

"I should hope I did."

(An intelligent boy! A remarkable boy!)—" Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there? Not the little prize Turkey-the big one?"

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"What, the one as big as me?"

"What a delightful boy! It's a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, buck!"

"It's hanging there now."

"Is it! Go and buy it."

"Walk-ER!" exclaimed the boy.

"No, no, I am in earnest. Go and buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may give them the direction where to take it.

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Come back with the man, and I'll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than five minutes, and I'll give you half a 905 crown!"

The boy was off like a shot.

"I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's! He sha'n't know who sends it. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob's will be!"

The hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady one; but write it he did, somehow, and went down stairs to open the street door, ready for the coming of the poulterer's man.

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It was a Turkey! He never could have stood upon his legs, that bird. He would have snapped 'em short off in a minute, 915 like sticks of sealing-wax.

Scrooge dressed himself "all in his best," and at last got out into the streets. The people were by this time pouring forth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present; and, walking with his hands behind him, Scrooge regarded every one 920 with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant, in a word, that three or four good-humored fellows said, “Good-morning, sir! A merry Christmas to you!" And Scrooge said often afterwards that, of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blithest in his ears.

In the afternoon, he turned his steps towards his nephew's house.

He passed the door a dozen times before he had the courage to go up and knock. But he made a dash, and did it.

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Is your master at home, my dear?" said Scrooge to the girl. 930

(Nice girl! Very.)

"Yes, sir."

"Where is he, my love?"

“He's in the dining-room, sir, along with mistress."

"He knows me," said Scrooge, with his hand already on the 935 dining-room lock. "I'll go in here, my dear."

"Fred!"

"Why, bless my soul !" cried Fred, "who's that?"

"It's I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?"

Let him in! It is a mercy he didn't shake his arm off. was at home in five minutes. Nothing could be heartier.

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