Charles Dickens

Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing read more

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 everyone round the Christ

Oliver Twist has asked for more.

Oliver Twist has asked for more.

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That read more

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A
smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each
other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the
pudding.

'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.

'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.