Part 6 (1/2)
His hat was off, before he opened the door, his co aith his pen, as if he were trying to overtake nine o'clock
”Hallo!” growled Scrooge, in his accuston it ”What do youhere at this time of day?”
”I am very sorry, sir,” said Bob ”I _ae ”Yes, I think you are Step this way, sir, if you please”
”It's only once a year, sir,” pleaded Bob, appearing fro rather merry yesterday, sir”
”Now, I'll tell you what,to stand this sort of thing any longer And therefore,” he continued, leaping fro in his waistcoat that he staggered back into the Tank again,--”and, therefore, I aot a little nearer to the ruler He had ahi to the people in the court for help and a strait-waistcoat
”A Merry Christe, with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped hiood fellow, than I have given you for many a year! I'll raise your salary, and endeavour to assist your struggling family, and we'll discuss your affairs this very afternoon, over a Christ bishop Bob! Make up the fires, and buy another scuttle of coal before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit!”
Scrooge was better than his word He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tiood a friend, as good a ood old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world Sohed to see the alteration in hih, and little heeded the ever happened on this globe, for good, at which sohter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind any way, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the hed, and that was quite enough for him
He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he kne to keep Christe May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God BLESS US EVERY ONE!
dickens: ”A Christe our Queen this soleuest; That man's the best Cosmopolite Who loves his native country best
May freedoer life from day to day; That man's the true Conservative Who lops the moulder'd branch away
Hands all round!
God the traitor's hope confound!
To this great cause of Freedoland, round and round
To all the loyal hearts who long To keep our English Eland of the Southern Pole!
To England under Indian skies, To those dark millions of her realm!
To Canada e love and prize, Whatever statesman hold the helm
Hands all round!
God the traitor's hope confound!
To this great nalorious empire, round and round
To all our statesmen so they be True leaders of the land's desire!
To both our Houses, h and the shi+re!
We sail'd wherever shi+p could sail, We founded reatness reat
Hands all round!
God the traitor's hope confound!
To this great cause of Freedoland, round and round