Yes, seh, Ah haf to scrooge

" "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.

Scrooge was the Ogre of the family.

After it had passed away, they were ten times merrier than before, from the mere relief of Scrooge the Baleful being done with.

But they were happy, grateful, pleased with one another, and contented with the time; and when they faded, and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the Spirit's torch at parting, Scrooge had his eye upon them, and especially on Tiny Tim, until the last.

It was a great surprise to Scrooge, as this scene vanished, to hear a hearty laugh.

It was a much greater surprise to Scrooge to recognize 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.

When Scrooge's nephew laughed, Scrooge's niece by marriage laughed as heartily as he.

When Scrooge's nephew laughed, Scrooge's niece by marriage laughed as heartily as he.

"He said that Christmas was a humbug, as I live!" cried Scrooge's nephew.

" "Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner," interrupted Scrooge's niece.

Whereat Scrooge's niece's sisterthe plump one with the lace tucker, not the one with the rosesblushed.

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

They are not types as Rip is a type, or Scrooge, or Oakhurst.

Dick!" A living and moving picture of Scrooge's former self, a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-prentice.

Bob's hard employer, Mr. Scrooge, and one for old and for young, for sick and for well, for Father Christmas and for Father Crachit and for all the little Crachits;for everyone everywhere who had heard the holiday bells, there was a toast given.

CRATCHIT (Bob or Robert), clerk of Ebenezer Scrooge, stock-broker.

Tim does not die, but Ebenezer Scrooge, after his change of character, makes him his special care.

Whether the turkey which Scrooge gave to Bob Cratchit had experienced a lovelier or more melancholy career than that of less attractive turkeys is a subject upon which I cannot even conjecture.

But that Scrooge was better for giving the turkey and Cratchit happier for getting it I know as two facts, as I know that I have two feet.

What life and death may be to a turkey is not my business; but the soul of Scrooge and the body of Cratchit are my business.

Scrooge and the Cratchits and I are, as I have said, all in one boat; the turkey and I are, to say the most of it, ships that pass in the night, and greet each other in passing.

But Dickens was narrower than Cobbett, not by any fault of his own, but because in the intervening epoch of the triumph of Scrooge and Gradgrind the link with our Christian past had been lost, save in the single matter of Christmas, which Dickens rescued romantically and by a hair's-breadth escape.

He breathed Guppy's London particular, the wind was the black easter that pierced the diaphragm of Scrooge's clerk.

Mr. Scrooge; a dramatic fantasy after Charles Dickens' A Christmas <pb id='264.png' /> carol.