A Christmas carol . before them. Lead on! said Scrooge. Lead on!The night is waning fast, and it is precioustime to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit ! The Phantom moved away as it had cometowards him. Scrooge followed in theshadow of its dress, which bore him up, hethought, and carried him along. They scarcely seemed to enter the city ; forthe city rather seemed to spring up about them,and encompass them of its own act. But therethey were, in the heart of it ; on Change,amongst the merchants ; who hurried up anddown, and chinked the money in their pockets,and conversed in groups, and looked at thei
A Christmas carol . before them. Lead on! said Scrooge. Lead on!The night is waning fast, and it is precioustime to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit ! The Phantom moved away as it had cometowards him. Scrooge followed in theshadow of its dress, which bore him up, hethought, and carried him along. They scarcely seemed to enter the city ; forthe city rather seemed to spring up about them,and encompass them of its own act. But therethey were, in the heart of it ; on Change,amongst the merchants ; who hurried up anddown, and chinked the money in their pockets,and conversed in groups, and looked at theirwatches, and trifled thoughtfully with theirgreat gold seals ; and so forth, as Scrooge hadseen them often. The Spirit stopped beside one little knot ofbusiness men. Observing that the hand waspointed to them, Scrooge advanced to listento their talk. * No, said a great fat man with a monstrouschin, \ dont know much about it, eitherway. 1 only know hes dead. When did he inquired another. J17 B Cbrtstmas Carol. Last night, I believe. Why, what was the matter with him?asked a third, taking a vast quantity of snuffout of a very large snuff-box. * I thoughthed never die. God knows, said the first, with a yawn. What has he done with his money .^asked a red-faced gentleman with a pendulousexcrescence on the end of his nose, that shooklike the gills of a turkey-cock. 1 havent heard, said the man with thelarge chin, yawning again. Left it to hisCompany, perhaps. He has nt left it to all I know. This pleasantry was received with a generalaugh. Its likely to be a very cheap funeral, saidthe same speaker ; for upon my life 1 dontknow of anybody to go to it. Suppose wemake up a party and volunteer } 1 dont mind going if a lunch is provided,observed the gentleman with an excrescenceon his nose. But I must be fed, if I makeone. Another laugh. Well, 1 am the most disinterested amongyou, after all, said the first speaker, fori n8 a Cbristmas Carol never wear black glov
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