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The Schoolboy's Story The Schoolboy's Story

The Schoolboy's Story
Being rather young at present--I am getting on in years, but still I am rather young--I have no particular adventures of my own to fall back upon. It wouldn't much interest anybody here, I suppose, to know what a screw the Reverend is, or what a griffin SHE is, or how they do stick it into parents--particularly hair-cutting, and medical attendance. One of our fellows was charged in his half's account twelve and sixpence for two pills--tolerably profitable at six and threepence a-piece, I should think--and he never took them either, but put them up the sleeve of his... Short Stories - Post by : spazz896 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 965

The Poor Relation's Story The Poor Relation's Story

The Poor Relation's Story
He was very reluctant to take precedence of so many respected members of the family, by beginning the round of stories they were to relate as they sat in a goodly circle by the Christmas fire; and he modestly suggested that it would be more correct if "John our esteemed host" (whose health he begged to drink) would have the kindness to begin. For as to himself, he said, he was so little used to lead the way that really-- But as they all cried out here, that he must begin, and agreed with one voice that he might, could,... Short Stories - Post by : crochet50 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 561

What Christmas Is As We Grow Older What Christmas Is As We Grow Older

What Christmas Is As We Grow Older
Time was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and every one around the Christmas fire; and made the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete.came, perhaps, all so soon, when our thoughts over-leaped that narrow boundary; when there was some one (very dear, we thought then, very beautiful, and absolutely perfect) wanting to the fulness of our happiness; when we were wanting too (or we thought so, which did... Short Stories - Post by : kaybrice - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 1005

A Christmas Tree A Christmas Tree

A Christmas Tree
I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects. There were rosy-cheeked dolls, hiding behind the green leaves; and there were real watches (with movable hands, at least, and an endless capacity of being wound up) dangling from innumerable twigs; there were French-polished tables, chairs, bedsteads, wardrobes, eight-day clocks,... Short Stories - Post by : sbeard - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 1039

The Lamplighter The Lamplighter

The Lamplighter
'If you talk of Murphy and Francis Moore, gentlemen,' said the lamplighter who was in the chair, 'I mean to say that neither of 'em ever had any more to do with the stars than Tom Grig had.''And what had HE to do with 'em?' asked the lamplighter who officiated as vice.'Nothing at all,' replied the other; 'just exactly nothing at all.''Do you mean to say you don't believe in Murphy, then?' demanded the lamplighter who had opened the discussion.'I mean to say I believe in Tom Grig,' replied the chairman. 'Whether I believe in Murphy, or not, is a matter... Short Stories - Post by : troloff - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 2997

The Wreck Of The Golden Mary The Wreck Of The Golden Mary

The Wreck Of The Golden Mary
I was apprenticed to the Sea when twelve years old, and I have encountered a great deal of rough weather, both literal and metaphorical. It has always been my opinion since I first possessed such a thing as an opinion, that the man who knows only one subject is next tiresome to the man who knows no subject. Therefore, in the course of my life I have taught myself whatever I could, and although I am not an educated man, I am able, I am thankful to say, to have an intelligent interest in most things.A person might... Short Stories - Post by : cwbaugh - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 3559

Doctor Marigold Doctor Marigold

Doctor Marigold
I am a Cheap Jack, and my own father's name was Willum Marigold. It was in his lifetime supposed by some that his name was William, but my own father always consistently said, No, it was Willum. On which point I content myself with looking at the argument this way: If a man is not allowed to know his own name in a free country, how much is he allowed to know in a land of slavery? As to looking at the argument through the medium of the Register, Willum Marigold come into the world before Registers... Short Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 3523

Going Into Society Going Into Society

Going Into Society
At one period of its reverses, the House fell into the occupation of a Showman. He was found registered as its occupier, on the parish books of the time when he rented the House, and there was therefore no need of any clue to his name. But, he himself was less easy to be found; for, he had led a wandering life, and settled people had lost sight of him, and people who plumed themselves on being respectable were shy of admitting that they had ever known anything of him. At last, among the marsh lands near the... Short Stories - Post by : triumphanteer - Date : October 2009 - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 3359