A CHRISTMAS CAROL.

Auckland Times, Volume 3, Issue 112, 4 March 1845, Page 4

A CHRISTMAS CAROL.

THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS. (Concluded from our last.) The Qlvoat greatly please'd to find him in this mood, and looked upon him with such favour that he begged like a boy to be allowed to stay until the gues's departed. But this the Spirit said could not be done. /Here is a new game,' said Scrooge. •One half hour, Spirit, only one.' It was a Game called Yes and No, where Scrooge's nephew had to think of something, and the rest must find out what; he only answeiing to their questions yes or no as the case was. The brisk lire of ques tioning to which he was exposed, elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal, a live animal, rather a disagreable animal, a savage animal, an animal that growled and grunted sometimes, and talked sometimes, and lived in London, and walked about the streets, and wasn't made a show of, and wasn't led by anybody, and didn't live in a menagerie, and was never killed in a market, and was not a horse, or an ass, o- a cow, or a bull, or a tiger, or a dog, or a pig, or a cat, or a bear. At every fresh question tha f was put to him, this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laughter; and was so inexpressibly tickled, that he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. At last the p'.ump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out:

' I have found it out. I know what it is, Fred. I know what it is' ' What is it ?' cried Fred.

'lt's your Uncle Sero-o-00-oge.' Which it certainly was. Admiration was the universal sentiment, though some objected that the reply to ' Is it a bear ?' ought to have been 'Yes;' inasmuch as an answer in the negative was sufficient to have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Scrooge, supposing- they had ever had any tendency that way. c He has given us plenty of meriment, I am sure,' said Fred, 'and it would he ungrateful not to drink his health. i-Jere is a glass of mulled wine ready to our hand at the moment; and I say ' Uncle Scrooge'' ' Well! Uncle Scrooge/ they cried. 'A Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to ihe old man, wherever he is,' said Scrooge's nephew. ' He wouldn't take it ttom me, but may he have it, nevertheless Uncle Scrooge.' Uncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay end light of heart, that he would have pledged the unconscious company in return, and thanked them in an inaudible

speech, if the Ghost had given him time. But the whole scene passed off in the breath of the last word spoken by bis nephew; and he and the Spirit were again upon their travels. Much they saw, and far they went, and many homes they visited, but always with a happy end. The Spirit stood beside sick beds, and they were cheerful; on foreign lands, and they were close at home; by struggling men, and they were patient in their greater hope; by poverty, and it was lich. In almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery's every refuge, where vain man in his littla brief authority had not made fast the door, and barred the Spirit out, he left his blessing, and taught Scrooge his precepts It was a long night, if it were only a night ; but Scrooge had his doubts about this, because the Christmas Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together. It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew older clearly older. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a childrens' Twelfth Night party, when, looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its hair ivas gray.

' Are spirits' lives so short ?' asked Scrooge. 'My life upon this globe is very brief," replied the Ghost. *lt ends to-night.' 'To-night ?' cried Scrooge. 'To-night at midnight. Hark < the time is drawing near.' The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment. ' Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,' said Scrooge, looking intently at the ! Spirit's robe, * but I see something strange, and not belonging to yotirsel', protruding from your skirts. Is it a loot or a claw ? ' It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,' was the Spirit's sorrowful reply. ' Look here.' From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment. ' Oh, Han, look here. Look, look, down here,' exclaimed the Ghost. They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish ; but prostate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have fillen their features out, and louched them with its fresh est tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that o! age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change', no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in. any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has mon sters half so horrible and dread

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude. 1 Spirit, are they yours V Scrooge could say no more. ' 1 hey are Mans,' said the Spirit, looking down upon them. ' And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but mosi of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that Written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it,' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. ' Slander those who tell it ye. Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end, ' Have they no refuge or resource ?' dried ( ic ooge. 'Are there no prisons V said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words 'Are there no workhouses V The bell struck twelve. St rooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him. To be continued in our vrxt.