She was very pretty: exceedingly pretty. In a new video from the NASA Astrobiology Program, astrobiologists Dr. Jason Dworkin and Dr. Scott Sandford explain the importance of the OSIRIS-REx mission in the quest to understand the role that asteroids and other small bodies play in … By this time it was getting dark, and snowing pretty heavily; and as Scrooge and the Spirit went along the streets, the brightness of the roaring fires in kitchens, parlours, and all sorts of rooms, was wonderful. There was nothing very cheerful in the climate or the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse in vain. Of course there was. When his little sister Fan visits him to bring him home for the holidays. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchit’s elbow stood the family display of glass. Loving Wives 06/17/16: Jake's Tale: 2 Part Series: Jake's Tale (4.32) Loving husband surprised by wife's betrayal. “And it comes to the same thing.”. But they didn’t devote the whole evening to music. When Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Past go to Scrooge's old Boss's workplace. “Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. In time the bells ceased, and the bakers were shut up; and yet there was a genial shadowing forth of all these dinners and the progress of their cooking, in the thawed blotch of wet above each baker’s oven; where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too. To sea. “Oh, I have,” said Scrooge’s nephew. “Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner,” interrupted Scrooge’s niece. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a children’s Twelfth Night party, when, looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its hair was grey. “Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later years?” pursued the Phantom. “But they know me. The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much, for he stood with Scrooge beside him in a baker’s doorway, and taking off the covers as their bearers passed, sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.”. Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard, and stolen it, while they were merry with the goose – a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid? Christmas Day.”, “It should be Christmas Day, I am sure,” said she, “on which one drinks the health of such an odious, stingy, hard, unfeeling man as Mr Scrooge. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds, that’s something; and I think I shook him yesterday.”. Here, the flickering of the blaze showed preparations for a cosy dinner, with hot plates baking through and through before the fire, and deep red curtains, ready to be drawn to shut out cold and darkness. The poulterers’ shops were still half open, and the fruiterers’ were radiant in their glory. If you had fallen up against him (as some of them did), on purpose, he would have made a feint of endeavouring to seize you, which would have been an affront to your understanding, and would instantly have sidled off in the direction of the plump sister. “What has ever got your precious father then?” said Mrs Cratchit. There might have been twenty people there, young and old, but they all played, and so did Scrooge, for, wholly forgetting the interest he had in what was going on, that his voice made no sound in their ears, he sometimes came out with his guess quite loud, and very often guessed quite right, too; for the sharpest needle, best Whitechapel, warranted not to cut in the eye, was not sharper than Scrooge; blunt as he took it in his head to be. Scrooge’s niece played well upon the harp; and played among other tunes a simple little air (a mere nothing: you might learn to whistle it in two minutes), which had been familiar to the child who fetched Scrooge from the boarding-school, as he had been reminded by the Ghost of Christmas Past. And there it was – the Ghost of Christmas Present. Joining their horny hands over the rough table at which they sat, they wished each other Merry Christmas in their can of grog; and one of them: the elder, too, with his face all damaged and scarred with hard weather, as the figure-head of an old ship might be: struck up a sturdy song that was like a Gale in itself. But this the Spirit said could not be done. And now, without a word of warning from the Ghost, they stood upon a bleak and desert moor, where monstrous masses of rude stone were cast about, as though it were the burial-place of giants; and water spread itself wheresoever it listed – or would have done so, but for the frost that held it prisoner; and nothing grew but moss and furze, and coarse rank grass. Tiny Tim drank it last of all, but he didn’t care twopence for it. A Christmas Carol. “I have no patience with him,” observed Scrooge’s niece. See.”. 02 (4.14) Sarah explains why she betrayed Jake and Jake responds. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.”. What then? “Not coming!” said Bob, with a sudden declension in his high spirits; for he had been Tim’s blood horse all the way from church, and had come home rampant. “You have never seen the like of me before!” exclaimed the Spirit. Charles Dickens, "“Stave III”," A Christmas Carol, Lit2Go Edition, (1843), accessed March 14, 2021, https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/160/a-christmas-carol/2826/stave-iii/. It has been done in your name, or at least in that of your family,” said Scrooge. That was the pudding. Scrooge was the Ogre of the family. He hasn’t the satisfaction of thinking – ha, ha, ha! It was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to the moaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknown abyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as Death: it was a great surprise to Scrooge, while thus engaged, to hear a hearty laugh. In half a minute Mrs Cratchit entered – flushed, but smiling proudly – with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top. This girl is Want. He felt that he was restored to consciousness in the right nick of time, for the especial purpose of holding a conference with the second messenger dispatched to him through Jacob Marley’s intervention. There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes, made, in the shopkeepers” benevolence to dangle from conspicuous hooks, that people’s mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner. They are always in earnest. Ghost of Christmas Present, a spirit of a kind, generous, and hearty nature. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. “Do go on, Fred,” said Scrooge’s niece, clapping her hands. Scrooge promised that he would; and they went on, invisible, as they had been before, into the suburbs of the town. This garment hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if disdaining to be warded or concealed by any artifice. A Christmas Carol (1843) is one of the most recognizable stories in English literature. The first time when Scrooge feels sorry for another. Mrs Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle. 11 The Carriage Chase 3:24 Played when the Ghost of Christmas Future chases Scrooge all around London. Another scene when Scrooge discovers his selfishness. Scrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before this Spirit. Whereat Scrooge’s niece’s sister – the plump one with the lace tucker: not the one with the roses – blushed. A smell like a washing-day. Scrooge has not yet fell and grabs onto a root. Ghost of Christmas Past, a phantom showing things past. With a dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made to be kissed – as no doubt it was; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature’s head. Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds; a feathered phenomenon, to which a black swan was a matter of course – and in truth it was something very like it in that house. . That was the cloth. There’s father coming,” cried the two young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once. “Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day?” asked Scrooge. I’d give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I hope he’d have a good appetite for it.”, “My dear,” said Bob, “the children. It was not alone that the scales descending on the counter made a merry sound, or that the twine and roller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were rattled up and down like juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the nose, or even that the raisins were so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel faint and subsequently bilious. He don’t lose much of a dinner.”. There’s such a goose, Martha!”. “Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. “There are some upon this earth of yours,” returned the Spirit, “who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. There were ruddy, brown-faced, broad-girthed Spanish Friars, and winking from their shelves in wanton slyness at the girls as they went by, and glanced demurely at the hung-up mistletoe. If you should happen, by any unlikely chance, to know a man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge’s nephew, all I can say is, I should like to know him too. Gentlemen of the free-and-easy sort, who plume themselves on being acquainted with a move or two, and being usually equal to the time-of-day, express the wide range of their capacity for adventure by observing that they are good for anything from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter; between which opposite extremes, no doubt, there lies a tolerably wide and comprehensive range of subjects. Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief. Web. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that. A light shone from the window of a hut, and swiftly they advanced towards it. “Are spirits’ lives so short?” asked Scrooge. From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust. Himself, always. It was a much greater surprise to Scrooge to recognise it as his own nephew’s and to find himself in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the Spirit standing smiling by his side, and looking at that same nephew with approving affability. “More than eighteen hundred,” said the Ghost. Hallo! Blessings on it, how the Ghost exulted. The Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this mood, and looked upon him with such favour, that he begged like a boy to be allowed to stay until the guests departed. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.”, “No, no,” said Scrooge. Have you had many brothers, Spirit?”. What do you say, Topper?”. In fact, the, In the story, Scrooge encounters a separate ghost riding a phantom hearse before his visit with. The Spirit did not tarry here, but bade Scrooge hold his robe, and passing on above the moor, sped – whither. “Here’s Martha, mother!” cried the two young Cratchits. And every man on board, waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a kinder word for another on that day than on any day in the year; and had shared to some extent in its festivities; and had remembered those he cared for at a distance, and had known that they delighted to remember him. Played during Scrooge's encounter with Ignorance and Want while the life of the Ghost of Christmas Present expires in the Big Ben clocktower. The sky was gloomy, and the shortest streets were choked up with a dingy mist, half thawed, half frozen, whose heavier particles descended in shower of sooty atoms, as if all the chimneys in Great Britain had, by one consent, caught fire, and were blazing away to their dear hearts” content. Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. When the Ghost of Christmas Future shows Scrooge that the corpse was Scrooge himself, by showing his name on a tombstone. In almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery’s every refuge, where vain man in his little brief authority had not made fast the door and barred the Spirit out, he left his blessing, and taught Scrooge his precepts. Scrooge bent before the Ghost’s rebuke, and trembling cast his eyes upon the ground. Knocking down the fire-irons, tumbling over the chairs, bumping against the piano, smothering himself among the curtains, wherever she went, there went he. “My life upon this globe, is very brief,” replied the Ghost. But, if you had judged from the numbers of people on their way to friendly gatherings, you might have thought that no one was at home to give them welcome when they got there, instead of every house expecting company, and piling up its fires half-chimney high. Played when Scrooge is happily dancing on Christmas morning. But soon the steeples called good people all, to church and chapel, and away they came, flocking through the streets in their best clothes, and with their gayest faces. And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their dinners to the bakers’ shops. So surely as they raised their voices, the old man got quite blithe and loud; and so surely as they stopped, his vigour sank again. – he’ll be very merry and very happy, I have no doubt!”. “Mr Scrooge!” said Bob; “I’ll give you Mr Scrooge, the Founder of the Feast!”, “The Founder of the Feast indeed!” cried Mrs Cratchit, reddening. Here, again, were shadows on the window-blind of guests assembling; and there a group of handsome girls, all hooded and fur-booted, and all chattering at once, tripped lightly off to some near neighbour’s house; where, woe upon the single man who saw them enter – artful witches, well they knew it – in a glow.
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