“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them.“And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.
what are they? are they yours?
no they are ignorance and want
o more, for the Spirit neither spoke nor moved.“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?”said Scrooge.The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.
you are the ghost of christmas yet to come, I suppose
“Ha, ha!” laughed the same woman, when old Joe, producing aflannel bag with money in it, told out their several gains upon theground. “This is the end of it, you see! He frightened every one awayfrom him when he was alive, to profit us when he was dead! Ha, ha,ha!”
ha ha! now we we can profit off of his death!
The Spirit was immovable as ever.Scrooge crept towards it, trembling as he went; and following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name,EBENEZER SCROOGE.
“I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees!”
What day is it? oh my!Merry Christmas!Delightful boy!