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a yard. The building was old enough now, and dreary enough, for nobody lived in it but Scrooge, the other rooms being all let out as offices.

Now it is a fact, that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door of this house, except that it was very large; also, that Scrooge had seen it, night and morning, during his whole residence in that place; also, that Scrooge had as little of what is called fancy about him as any man in the city of London. And yet Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door, saw in the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate process of change, not a knocker, but Marley's face.

Marley's face, with a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar, It was not angry or ferocious, but it looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look-with ghostly spectacles turned up upon its ghostly forehead.

As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a knocker again. He said, “Pooh, pooh!” and closed the door with a bang.

The sound resounded through the house like thunder. Every room above, and every cask in the wine-merchant's cellars below, appeared to have a separate peal of echoes of its own. Scrooge was not a man to be frightened by echoes. He fastened the door, and walked across the hall, and up the stairs. Slowly too, trimming his candle as he went. Up Scrooge went, not caring a button for its being

Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. But before he shut his heavy door, he walked through his rooms to see that all was right. He had just enough recollection of the face to desire to do that.

Sitting-room, bedroom, lumber-room, all as they should be. Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa; a small fire in the grate; spoon and basin ready; and the little

saucepan of gruel (Scrooge had a cold in bis head) upon the hob. Nobody under the bed ; nobody in the closet; nobody in his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude against the wall. Lumberroom as usual. Old fire-guards, old shoes, two fishbaskets, washing-stand on three legs, and a poker.

very dark

Quite satisfied, he closed his door, and locked himself in; double-locked himself in, which was not his custom. Thus secured against surprise, he took off his cravat, put on his dressing-gown and slippers and his nightcap, and sat down before the very low fire to take his gruel.

As he threw his head back in the chair, his glance happened to rest upon a bell, a disused bell, that hung in the room, and communicated, for some purpose, now forgotten, with a chamber in the highest story of the building. It was with great astonishment, and with a strange, inexplicable dread, that, as he looked, he saw this bell begin to swing. Soon it rang out loudly, and so did every bell in the house.

This was succeeded by a clanking noise, deep down below, as if some person were dragging a heavy chain over the casks in the wine-merchant's cellar.

Then he heard the noise much louder, on the floors below; then coming up the stairs; then coming straight towards his door.

It came on through the heavy door, and a spectre passed into the room before his eyes. And upon its coming in, the dying flame leaped up, as though it cried, " I know him! Marley's ghost!”

The same face, the very same. Marley in his pigtail, usual waistcoat, tights, and boots. His body was transparent; so that Scrooge, observing him, and looking through his waistcoat, could see the two buttons on his coat behind.

Scrooge had often heard it said that Marley had no bowels, but he had never believed it until now.

No, nor did he believe it even now. Though he looked the phantom through and through, and saw it standing before him—though he felt the chilling influence of its death-cold eyes, and noticed the very texture of the folded kerchief bound about its head and chin,-he was still incredulous.

“How now!” said Scrooge, caustic and cold as ever. 66 What do vou want with me?"

• Much!"–Marley's voice, no doubt about it. “Who are you?”



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66 Ask me who I was."
“Who were you then ?”
“In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley."
"Can you-can you sit down ?”
6 I can.”
• Do it, then.”

Scrooge asked the question, because he didn't know whether a ghost so transparent might find himself in a condition to take a chair; and felt that, in the event of its being impossible, it might involve the necessity of an embarrassing explanation. But the ghost sat down on the opposite side of the fireplace, as if he were quite used to it.

66 You don't believe in me.” “1 don't.”

“ What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of


senses?“ I don't know.” “Why do you doubt your senses?

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Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes, nor did he feel in his heart by any means waggish then. The truth is, that he tried to be smart, as a means of distracting his own attention, and keeping down his horror,

But how much greater was his horror when, the phantom taking off the bandage round its head, as if it were too warm to wear in-doors, its lower jaw dropped down upon its breast!

Mercy! Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me? Why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me?"

“ It is required of every man that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is

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condemned to do so after death. I cannot tell

you all. I would. A very little more is permitted to me. I cannot

. rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere. My spirit never walked beyond our counting-house-mark me!--in life my spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing hole; and weary journeys lie before me!”

** Seven years dead. And travelling all the time? You travel fast?"

“On the wings of the wind."

“ You might have got over a great quantity of ground in seven years.” 66 (). blind man, blind man! not to know that


of incessant labour by immortal creatures for this earth must pass into eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is all developed.

Not to know that any Christian spirit working kindly in its little sphere, whatever it may be, will find its mortal life too short for its vast means of usefulness. Not to know that no space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunities misused! Yet I was like this man; I once was like this


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“But you were always a good man of business, Jacob," faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.

“ Business!" cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. “Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!

Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going on at this rate, and began to quake exceedingly.

“ Hear me! My time is nearly gone." .

“I will. But don't be hard upon me! Don't be flowery, Jacob! Pray!”

“I am here to-night to warn you that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer."

“ You were always a good friend to me. Thank'ee!” “You will be haunted by Three Spirits.

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“Is that the chance and hope you mentioned, Jacob ? 1-I think I'd rather not.”

“Without their visits, you cannot hope to shun the path I tread. Expect the first to-morrow night, when the bell tolls One. Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third, upon the next night, when the last stroke of Twelve has ceased to vibrate. Look to see me no more; and look that, for your own sake, you remember what has passed between us!”

It walked backward from him; and at every step it took, the window raised itself a little, so that, when the apparition reached it, it was wide open.

Scrooge closed the window, and examined the door by which the Ghost had entered. It was double-locked, as he had locked it with his own hands, and the bolts were undisturbed. Scrooge tried to say, “ Humbug!” but stopped at the first syllable. And being, from the emotion he had undergone, or the fatigues of the day, or his glimpse of the invisible world, or the dull conversation of the Ghost, or the lateness of the hour, much in need of repose, he went straight to bed, without undressing, and fell asleep on the instant.

From "A Christmas Carol,” by permission of Messrs. Chapman & Hall.



THE Ballyshannon foundered off the coast of Cariboo,
And down in fathoms many went the captain and the

crew; Down went the owners-greedy men whom hope of gain

allured: Ob, dry the starting tear, for they were heavily insured. Besides the captain and the mate, the owners and the

crew, The passengers were also drowned excepting only two: Young Peter Gray, who tasted teas for Baker, Croop & Co., And Somers, who from Eastern shores imported indigo.

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