Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . nby houses; overrun by grass and weeds, the growthof vegetations death, not life; choked up with toomuch burying; fat with re23leted appetite. Aworthy place! The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointeddown to One. He advanced towards it Phantom was exactly as it had been, but hedreaded that he saw new meaning in its solemnshape. Before I draw nearer to that stone to which youpoint, said Scrooge, answer me one question. Arethese shadoAvs of the things that Will
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . nby houses; overrun by grass and weeds, the growthof vegetations death, not life; choked up with toomuch burying; fat with re23leted appetite. Aworthy place! The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointeddown to One. He advanced towards it Phantom was exactly as it had been, but hedreaded that he saw new meaning in its solemnshape. Before I draw nearer to that stone to which youpoint, said Scrooge, answer me one question. Arethese shadoAvs of the things that Will be, or are theyshadows of things that ]\Iay be, only? Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave bywhich it stood. INIens courses will foreshadow certain ends, towhich, if persevered in, they must lead, saidScrooge. But if the courses be departed from, theends will change. Say it is thus with wdiat youshow me! 344 A Christmas Carol The Sj^irit was immovable as ever. Scrooge crept towards it, trembling as he Ment;and following the finger, read upon the stone ofthe neglected grave his own name, PIE READ HIS OWN NAME Am I that man who lay ujJon the bed? he cried,upon his knees. The finger pointed from the grave to him, andback again. No, Spirit! Oh no, no! A Christmas Carol 345 The finger still was there. Spirit! he cried, tight clutching at its rohe,hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not hethe man I must have been but for this show me this, if I am past all hope! For the first time the hand appeared to shake. Good Spirit, he pursued, as down upon theground he fell before it: Your nature intercedesfor me, and pities me. Assure me that I yet maychange these shadows you have shown me, by analtered life! The kind hand trembled. I will honour Christmas in my heart, and tryto keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, thePresent, and the Future. The Spirits of all Threeshall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessonsthat they teach.
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