A Budget of Christmas Tales by Charles Dickens and Others

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A CHRISTMAS CAROL. BY CHARLES DICKENS

Stave One. MARLEY'S GHOST

Stave Two. THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS

Stave Three. THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS

Stave Four. THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS

Stave Five. THE END OF IT

THE CHRISTMAS BABE. BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER

A WESTERN CHRISTMAS IN THE OLD DAYS. BY MRS. W. H. CORNING

JOE'S SEARCH FOR SANTA CLAUS. BY IRVING BACHELLER

ANGELA'S CHRISTMAS. BY JULIA SCHAYER

THE FIRST PURITAN CHRISTMAS TREE (ANONYMOUS.)

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS IN NEW ENGLAND. BY HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH

THE CHIMES. BY CHARLES DICKENS

First Quarter

Second Quarter

Third Quarter

Fourth Quarter

BILLY'S SANTA CLAUS EXPERIENCE. BY CORNELIA REDMOND

CHRISTMAS IN POGANUC. BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

The First Christmas

The Second Christmas

THE CHRISTMAS PRINCESS. BY MRS. MOLESWORTH

WIDOW TOWNSEND'S VISITOR

THE OLD MAN'S CHRISTMAS. BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

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IV

THE CHRISTMAS GOBLINS. BY CHARLES DICKENS

THE SONG OF THE STAR. BY REV. C. H. MEAD

INDIAN PETE'S CHRISTMAS GIFT. BY HERBERT W. COLLINGWOOD

MY CHRISTMAS DINNER

THE POOR TRAVELER. BY CHARLES DICKENS

THE LEGEND OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE

THE PEACE EGG. BY JULIANA HORATIA EWING

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Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.

Old Marley was dead as a door-nail.

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Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern; and having read all the newspapers, and beguiled the rest of the evening with his banker's-book, went home to bed. He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and have forgotten the way out again. It was old enough now, and dreary enough; for nobody lived in it but Scrooge, the other rooms being all let out as offices.

Every room above, and every cask in the wine-merchant's cellars below, appeared to have a separate peal of echoes of its own. Scrooge was not a man to be frightened by echoes. He fastened the door, and walked across the hall, and up the stairs; slowly too: trimming his candle as he went. Half a dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldn't have lighted the entry too well, so you may suppose that it was pretty dark with Scrooge's dip.

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