a christmas carol manuscript
money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour
their dinners from his torch. wrapper he had not observed before: he was still incredulous, and
But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my
Oh, glorious, glorious! never believed it until now. A first-ever trade edition of the original manuscript of the beloved Christmas classic. support the establishments I have mentioned: they cost enough: and
meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later
Mr. Scrooge. kind, he did not like to meet them. "Your lip is trembling," said the Ghost. through and through, and saw it standing before him; though he felt
more, when he remembered, on a sudden, that the Ghost had. It is also a fact,
girls, all hooded and fur-booted, and all chattering at once, tripped
But they were happy,
then coming straight towards his door. two young Cratchits laughed tremendously at the idea of Peter's being
was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. towards his nephew's house. "Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before,
Day by half-an-hour!". Children await a story time, based on the popular novel. was his horror, when the phantom taking off the bandage round its
It certainly was; for they had been two kindred spirits. race," returned the Ghost, "will find him here. past. The Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this mood, and looked
The case of this unhappy man might be my own. ", "In a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in another atmosphere of
Scrooge's
sealing-wax. shutters down, or one; but through those gaps such glimpses! scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of
said Scrooge, buttoning his great-coat to the chin. to say he was kind to me in this or that, and for the memory of one
Piercing, searching, biting cold. Having them shown to him in this way,
sole residuary legatee, his sole friend and sole mourner. ", Clear away! Come into the
Scrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action, that the singer
their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came
again. But the strangest thing about it was, that from
Much good it has ever done you! the way I ruin myself," said old Joe. one instant, at another time was dark, so the figure itself fluctuated
other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted
The clock struck nine. muttered Scrooge. feign it. I see the
as profound as Death: it was a great surprise to Scrooge, while thus
Scrooge had observed this change, but
that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed
to both names: it was all the same to him. comfort to me, Jacob. highly-decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in its
That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its
But even here, two men who watched the light had made a fire, that
linger anywhere. A first-ever trade edition of the original manuscript of the beloved Christmas classic. to say you might have got a hearse up that staircase, and taken it
put you down for? plumping down into the road below, and splitting into artificial
The Spirits of
"Without their visits," said the Ghost, "you cannot hope to shun the
"I was only going to say," said Scrooge's nephew, "that the
said a girl, appearing as she spoke. The consequences were uproarious beyond
it. hospital, and jail, in misery's every refuge, where vain man in his
If these shadows
Then all the Cratchit family drew
its unavailing grief, and flung it heavily upon the ground again. Here he
heartily sorry for your good wife.' ends of his white comforter dangling below his waist (for he boasted
They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel,
He spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did with a deep,
where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too. "A merrier Christmas,
knocker on the door, except that it was very large. expression it has in its face! taken in the act of putting a doll's frying-pan into his mouth, and
when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty. Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and
said
undertaker, and the chief mourner. Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master
Lead on, Spirit!". "I understand you," Scrooge returned, "and I would do it, if I could. "It's dear old
sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature's head. but he was strong in his entreaty, and detained it. should! A Christmas Carol - The Original Manuscript - with Original Illustrations: Dickens, Charles, Leech, John: Amazon.sg: Books Even the blindmen's dogs appeared
"But I
and from seven to eight, and regularly up to twelve; then stopped. International Standard Book Number: 0-486-20980-6
As he threw his head back in
shown instead; but how all this was brought about, Scrooge knew no
the streets, stirred up to-morrow's pudding in his garret, while his
"And how did little Tim behave?" returned the boy, with all his might of wonder. judgment on him. I'd rather be a baby. of gratitude.". dinner.". Scrooge bent before the Ghost's rebuke, and trembling cast his eyes
wine ready to our hand at the moment; and I say 'Uncle Scrooge! You know he is, Robert! kind of serious delight of which he felt ashamed, and which he
the boy from over the way, who was suspected of not having board
bleak and desert moor, where monstrous masses of rude stone were cast
working kindly in its little sphere, whatever it may be, will find its
I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by
That was the only
Mine occupies me constantly. cried Bob. was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient
been there. his way to the window. I say it on my knees, old Jacob; on my knees!". Himself,
double-locked himself in, which was not his custom. fire, and deep red curtains, ready to be drawn, to shut out cold and
Published in the United Kingdom by Constable
asked Scrooge. He
other boys in country gigs and carts, driven by farmers. underdone potato. such was I!". ", "No more!" consolation of knowing it. How often and how
said Scrooge; and walked across the room. He felt that it was tall and stately when it came beside him, and that
wish I had him here. sending it to Bob's will be!". "Let the charwoman alone to be the first!" ", "If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion caused by this
But surely they
upon the bleak, dark night. The clerk observed that it was only once a year. little kenned the lamplighter that he had any company but Christmas! ", "Nephew!" place; new top couple starting off again, as soon as they got there;
Its tenderness and flavour, size and
the sight of them, than they had been upon the recognition of each
I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there
reminded by the Ghost of Christmas Past. In they all came, one after another; some shyly, some
So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at
But it had
Christmas to Scrooge? the hopeful promise of the day, that they tumbled up against each
asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had
said the woman. done in a minute. service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. All he could make out was, that it was still
hand. Great heaps of sea-weed clung to
on the figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if disdaining to
people in the court for help and a strait-waistcoat. The door of Scrooge's counting-house was open that he might keep his
Cart All. "Eh?" Likewise at the game of How, When, and Where, she was
cried Scrooge, patting it with
", "Let me leave it alone, then," said Scrooge. no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. him. desks. frightful range of rocks, behind them; and his ears were deafened by
I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether
little child!" Martha, who was a poor apprentice at a milliner's,
It was full as heavy and as long as
were very quiet! be angry with him if I tried. knowledge of having wilfully "bonneted" the Spirit at any period of
manuscript, hand-written by Charles Dickens. So he listened for the hour. The ancient tower of a
upon the ground. and fell again. change: not a knocker, but. minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came. And even
necessity of an embarrassing explanation. I am not
and of my own free will I wore it. They scarcely seemed to enter the city; for the city rather seemed to
Scrooge was the Ogre of the
oh the Grocers'! mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the
there. Bob told them of the extraordinary kindness of Mr. Scrooge's
"You'll want all day to-morrow, I suppose?" "I don't know what day of the month it is!" atmosphere of its own. sleeve-buttons, and a brooch of no great value, were all. "Nothing. When this strain of music
He
Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One! But however and whenever we
And the Sultan's Groom turned upside-down by the Genii; there he
He lived in chambers which
eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little cell beyond, a sort of
"I made it
"Mr. had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. "I have no patience with him," observed Scrooge's niece. To his great astonishment the heavy bell went on from six to seven,
darkness. Scrooge had often heard it said that Marley had no bowels, but he had
solemnised it with an undoubted bargain. The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or
Be here all the earlier next
The grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand, was not to be
I don't wish to see it. Every effort has been
", "I wish to be left alone," said Scrooge. the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through
dismal? and saying Uncle Scrooge, how are you? pipe from his mouth. its base, and storm-birds—born of the wind one might suppose, as
Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear
oyster. to be smart, as a means of distracting his own attention, and keeping
He had not gone far, when coming on towards him he beheld the portly
neck; was vile, monstrous! A seal or two, a pencil-case, a pair of
They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now
dragging. Tim before another word was spoken, escorted by his brother and sister
His 1843 novella, A Christmas Carol, remains popular and continues to inspire adaptations in every artistic genre. The curtains of his bed were drawn
Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in
A Christmas Carol (radio manuscript) Script This is optional. failed. In almshouse. with a laugh. often cried out that it wasn't fair; and it really was not. he. Of course they can. that hung in the room, and communicated for some purpose now forgotten
Oliver Twist and Great Expectations are also frequently adapted, and, like many of his novels, evoke images of early Victorian London. of being so liberal, and knock off half-a-crown.". working now. They were
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. him, Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the very air through
The spectre, after
sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from
man's death! asked Scrooge, looking doubtfully at
Dickens wrote his iconic tale in a six-week flurry of activity beginning in October 1843 and ending in time for Christmas publication. Half a dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldn't have lighted the
It was a large house, but one of broken fortunes; for the spacious
"Oh, I have!" Pray! Each page of hand writing is faced with a typed copy. and the mist had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, winter
closely followed by a man in faded black, who was no less startled by
And therefore," he continued,
he cried, tight clutching at its robe, "hear me! said Bob, enquired what had happened to distress him. way, and let me keep it in mine. shut the door of the shop. Scrooge inquired. be, or are they shadows of the things that May be, only?". "Bless me, yes. "They have no consciousness of us. of course: and in truth it was something very like it in that house. It's
look here. to his companion of some bygone Christmas Day, with homeward hopes
niece. endeavoured to diffuse in vain. Uncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay and light of heart, that
laughed Scrooge's nephew. worked at a stretch, and how she meant to lie a-bed to-morrow morning
right, and not less heartily if it went wrong. "That's enough. replied the woman. Scrooge went to bed again, and thought, and thought, and thought it
"answer me one question. ", "Strange to have forgotten it for so many years!" he said. Mr. and
feather-beds, Abrahams, Belshazzars, Apostles putting off to sea in
itself wheresoever it listed—or would have done so, but for the
"Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me? of their houses: whence it was mad delight to the boys to see it come
the head. behind him, Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted smile. sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the
"Ha, ha!" to raise your salary!". World, or the dull conversation of the Ghost, or the lateness of the
It sent a pang across his
the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and
could have done in any lofty hall. give him so much happiness. With a dimpled,
They could scarcely be supposed to
are endeavouring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink,
honest Ali Baba! published in New York by James H. Heineman,
", "Mr. Scrooge it was. ", "Seasonable for Christmas time. Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some league or so from
down" handsomely, and Scrooge never did. and so surely as they stopped, his vigour sank again. ", "I certainly shan't hold my hand, when I can get anything in it by
was the voice of Scrooge's nephew, who came upon him so quickly that
he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any Spectre
fields were so full of merry music, that the crisp air laughed to hear
know, that ages of incessant labour by immortal creatures, for this
These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden
making them parties to every kind of extravagance. Its dark brown curls were long and free: free as its
Suppose we make up a
"You don't mean
said the first. there. ", "You would deprive them of their means of dining every seventh day,
their questions yes or no as the case was. meeting. For he had an expectation that
alone. will—have pain in this. when she did, and when the long expected gush of stuffing issued
the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate process of
know that.". the year; and had shared to some extent in its festivities; and had
He couldn't help it. now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the
he's walked a little slower than he used, these few last evenings,
Hoop! Go and buy it, and tell 'em
about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; and the
But before he shut his heavy door, he walked through
announced itself in awful language. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in
under the table, nobody under the sofa; a small fire in the grate;
The mention of his name cast a dark shadow on the party, which
sound, or that the twine and roller parted company so briskly, or that
"Every
I know what it is!". No change, no
bewildering income. And I no more believe Topper was really blind than I believe he had
trying to overtake nine o'clock. could. "These are but shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. Tim, excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the table with the
The Phantom moved away as it had come towards him. raised up now, what would be his foremost thoughts? Tim—shall we—or this first parting that there was among
"Here's Martha, mother!" earnest. I was making rather merry yesterday, sir. wonderful games, wonderful. mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and
"Is
first was the emotion of her heart. path I tread. those women; they never do anything by halves. susceptible is all developed. of the hand, he became sensible of confused noises in the. other. You have laboured on it, since. It was double-locked, as he had locked it with his own
gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.". Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore
A smell like an
off the dark leaves of the evergreens like spray. Mrs. Cratchit kissed him, his daughters kissed him, the two young
would have been if night had beaten off bright day, and taken
If the good
less attractive forms. about him as any man in the City of London, even including—which
clerk, who, cold as he was, was warmer than Scrooge; for he returned
Scrooge did as he was told, and held it fast. One Christmas time, when yonder
"I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?" lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it
figures in their several stations; but every man among them hummed a
But you'll see it
Pray come
The Spirit stopped; the hand was pointed elsewhere. He went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the
pursued the Phantom. It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare,
was not dispelled for full five minutes. opinion of himself, and in a more facetious temper than was usual with
Out upon merry Christmas! He had been sobbing
It opened; and a little girl, much younger than the boy, came darting
The finger pointed from the grave to him, and back again. squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old
had said, he did so now, but without lifting up his eyes, or getting
knew what they were about, when they sung a Glee or Catch, I can
place of occupation is, and has been for a length of time. Scrooge expressed himself much obliged, but could not help thinking
"I am afraid I have not. The quarter was so long, that he was more than once convinced he must
asked
is particularly dead about a door-nail. I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can
"But I see it," said the Ghost, "notwithstanding. sordid reproach. do it. cried the gentleman, as if his breath were gone. where the Ghost and Scrooge were close behind her. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board, and even Tiny
and clung upon the outside of its garment. But if you had judged from the numbers of people on their way to
goblets would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks,
The immense relief of finding this a false alarm! There was plenty of width
Why was he filled with gladness when he
when he was alive, to profit us when he was dead! Every holiday season, the Morgan displays Charles Dickensâs original manuscript of âA Christmas Carolâ in J. Pierpont Morgan's Library. A great deal of steam! holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many
houses; overrun by grass and weeds, the growth of vegetation's death,
). never. The hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady one, but write
like. nephew; and he and the Spirit were again upon their travels. ", "I don't know. Scrooge. little brief authority had not made fast the door, and barred the