And so it was! A Christmas Carol ; Summary ... 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. At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. A great deal of steam! Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.” Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol 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. It was succeeded by a breathless pause, as Mrs Cratchit, looking slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and when the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and feebly cried Hurrah! Scrooge was a foul old man who wrapped his cold, uncaring heart in chains. Stave Two: The First of the Three Spirits, Stave Three: The Second of the Three Spirits. A CHRISTMAS CAROL - POVERTY . He detested the world, and was alone. Scrooge did as he was told, and held it fast. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see, who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge, as he came peeping round the door. There all the children of the house were running out into the snow to meet their married sisters, brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, and be the first to greet them. He obeyed. . To sea. poor left to live in dreadful conditions. 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. Selfishness. Use up and down arrows to review and enter to select. He don’t lose much of a dinner.’. He sat very close to his father’s side upon his little stool. I know what it is!’. He wouldn’t catch anybody else. It was a long night, if it were only a night; but Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together. She was very pretty: exceedingly pretty. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment. For, he wished to challenge the Spirit on the moment of its appearance, and did not wish to be taken by surprise, and made nervous. Two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle. Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! After a while they played at forfeits; for it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself. nearly closed, with perhaps two shutters down, or one; but through those gaps such glimpses. Deny it!’ cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. Any help would be appreciated. Blessings on it, how the Ghost exulted! 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. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, pages 63-64. Scrooge was the Ogre of the family. Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, meat, pigs, sausages, oysters, pies, puddings, fruit, and punch, all vanished instantly. ‘Spirit,’ said Scrooge submissively, ‘conduct me where you will. Nobody knows it better than you do, poor fellow.’, ‘My dear,’ was Bob’s mild answer, ‘Christmas Day.’, ‘I’ll drink his health for your sake and the Day’s,’ said Mrs Cratchit,’ not for his. ‘His wealth is of no use to him. Great heaps of sea-weed clung to its base, and storm-birds– born of the wind one might suppose, as sea-weed of the water–rose and fell about it, like the waves they skimmed. Bless those women; they never do anything by halves. ‘Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are.’ said Mrs Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal. 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. Scrooge promised that he would; and they went on, invisible, as they had been before, into the suburbs of the town. But she joined in the forfeits, and loved her love to admiration with all the letters of the alphabet. This edition of A Christmas Carol includes a Foreword and Biographical Note by Jane Yolen. The very gold and silver fish, set forth among these choice fruits in a bowl, though members of a dull and stagnant-blooded race, appeared to know that there was something going on; and, to a fish, went gasping round and round their little world in slow and passionless excitement. Bob’s voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty. 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. Hallo! ‘Come in!’ exclaimed the Ghost. Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts, either in his mouldy old office, or his dusty chambers. 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. ‘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. ... and charge their doings on themselves, not us. The Spirit stood beside sick beds, and they were cheerful; on foreign lands, and they were close at home; by struggling men, and they were patient in their greater hope; by poverty, and it was rich. Again the Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea –on, on–until, being far away, as he told Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship. But he raised them speedily, on hearing his own name. 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. Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs Cratchit since their marriage. 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. But even here, two men who watched the light had made a fire, that through the loophole in the thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness on the awful sea. ‘Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner,’ interrupted Scrooge’s niece. So did the room, the fire, the ruddy glow, the hour of night, and they stood in the city streets on Christmas morning, where (for the weather was severe) the people made a rough, but brisk and not unpleasant kind of music, in scraping the snow from the pavement in front of their dwellings, and from the tops of their houses, whence it was mad delight to the boys to see it come plumping down into the road below, and splitting into artificial little snow-storms. 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! 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. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? ‘Are there no workhouses?’. 347 quotes from A Christmas Carol: ‘There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.’ ... 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. 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. Then up rose Mrs Cratchit, Cratchit’s wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown[8], but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt collar (Bob’s private property, conferred upon his son and heir in honour of the day) into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired, and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable Parks. 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. See!’. In his pamphlet, “Sunday Under Three Heads,” Dickens opposed attempts to pass a Sunday Observance Bill, which would have limited people’s right to enjoy leisure activities and to buy bread on Sundays. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.’. ‘Oh, I have!’ said Scrooge’s nephew. ‘I don’t think I have,’ said Scrooge. A Christmas Carol I literally have no idea. ‘Spirit,’ said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, ‘tell me if Tiny Tim will live.’, ‘I see a vacant seat,’ replied the Ghost,’ in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. Christmas Carol. He may rail at Christmas till he dies, but he can’t help thinking better of it–I defy him–if he finds me going there, in good temper, year after year, and saying Uncle Scrooge, how are you. To Scrooge’s horror, looking back, he saw the last of the land, a frightful range of rocks, behind them; and his ears were deafened by the thundering of water, as it rolled and roared, and raged among the dreadful caverns it had worn, and fiercely tried to undermine the earth. ‘Here’s Martha, mother!’ cried the two young Cratchits. ‘Ha, ha!’ laughed Scrooge’s nephew. An old, old man and woman, with their children and their children’s children, and another generation beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire. ‘What has ever got your precious father then?’ said Mrs Cratchit. ‘And how did little Tim behave? 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. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. 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 despatched to him through Jacob Marley’s intervention. Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits in particular, were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows! The story has a strong moral message against greed, among other things.It is usually read at Christmas time and has been adapted to theatre, film, radio, and television many times.. ‘A place where Miners live, who labour in the bowels of the earth,’ returned the Spirit. But being thoroughly good-natured, and not much caring what they laughed at, so that they laughed at any rate, he encouraged them in their merriment, and passed the bottle joyously. concepts. But, finding that he turned uncomfortably cold when he began to wonder which of his curtains this new spectre would draw back, he put them every one aside with his own hands, and lying down again, established a sharp look-out all round the bed. It was their turn to laugh now at the notion of his shaking Scrooge. 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. 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. 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. God bless us!’. ‘Man,’ said the Ghost, ‘if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. The Spirit strongly declares such an idea un-Christian, thus immoral. Until the night his … ‘You have never seen the like of me before!’ exclaimed the Spirit. Of course there was. 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. ... 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." They were a boy and a girl. The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker, was an outrage on the credulity of human nature. Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also bare; and on its head it wore no other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles. Think of that. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that! There’s such a goose, Martha!’. At last the plump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out: ‘I have found it out! Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. 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[3], 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. On Christmas Eve, Scrooge is visited by spirits, including his former business partner Jacob Marley, and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present and Christmas Yet to Come. It was the first of their proceedings which had no heartiness. A decorated cake made for a Twelfth Night (January 5, the eve of Epiphany) celebration. ‘He’s a comical old fellow,’ said Scrooge’s nephew, ‘that’s the truth: and not so pleasant as he might be. 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. There’s father coming,’ cried the two young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once. "I am the Ghost of Christmas Present," said the Spirit. When this strain of music sounded, all the things that Ghost had shown him, came upon his mind; he softened more and more; and thought that if he could have listened to it often, years ago, he might have cultivated the kindnesses of life for his own happiness with his own hands, without resorting to the sexton’s spade that buried Jacob Marley. From a Christmas Carol: “’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. ‘Come in! Mrs Cratchit made the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped. linguistic analysis of literature A Christmas carol by charles dickens. What do you say, Topper?’. They are always in earnest. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, pages 73-74. too. The Second of the Three Spirits. God love it, so it was! Awaking in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One. It was a Game called Yes and No, where Scrooge’s nephew had to think of something, and the rest must find out what; he only answering to their questions yes or no, as the case was. ‘Look upon me!’. Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some league or so from shore, on which the waters chafed and dashed, the wild year through, there stood a solitary lighthouse. Is it a foot or a claw?’, ‘It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,’ was the Spirit’s sorrowful reply. 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.’. Scrooge’s niece was not one of the blind-man’s buff party, but was made comfortable with a large chair and a footstool, in a snug corner, where the Ghost and Scrooge were close behind her. Chains of greed. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.’, ‘No, no,’ said Scrooge. So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. workhouses, treadmill, poor law, prisons "I help to support the establishments I … However, she can afford these ribbons and the family does have a Christmas goose, 'the rarest of all birds; a feathered phenomenon' (p. 49). Knocking down the fire-irons, tumbling over the chairs, bumping against the piano, smothering himself among the curtains, wherever she went, there went he. And their assembled friends being not a bit behindhand, roared out lustily. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn’t ate it all at last! ‘I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,’ said the Spirit. Oh God! Dickens is, yet again, attacking the restriction placed on the poor . You know he is, Robert. At every fresh question that was put to him, this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laughter; and was so inexpressibly tickled, that he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. STAVE III. ‘Is there a peculiar flavour in what you sprinkle from your torch?’ asked Scrooge. ‘But they know me. The two young Cratchits laughed tremendously at the idea of Peter s being a man of business; and Peter himself looked thoughtfully at the fire from between his collars, as if he were deliberating what particular investments he should favour when he came into the receipt of that bewildering income. ‘Hurrah! A Christmas Carol Quotes. ‘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. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. ‘I am afraid I have not. Bob held his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to keep him by his side, and dreaded that he might be taken from him. ‘Here’s Martha, mother!’ said a girl, appearing as she spoke. ‘It ends to-night.’, ‘To-night at midnight. What then. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us." To a poor one most.’, ‘Spirit?’ said Scrooge, after a moment’s thought, ‘I wonder you, of all the beings in the many worlds about us, should desire to cramp these people’s opportunities of innocent enjoyment.’, ‘You would deprive them of their means of dining every seventh day[6], often the only day on which they can be said to dine at all,’ said Scrooge. 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.
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