'come, Sir, this is rayther too rich, as the young lady said when she remonstrated with the pastry-cook, arter he'd sold her a pork pie as had got nothin' but fat inside.

matters connected with the field; because, as Mr. Pickwick beautifully observes, it has somehow or other happened, from time immemorial, that many of the best and ablest philosophers, who have been perfect lights of science in matters of theory, have been wholly unable to reduce them to practice.

'he's in a horrid state o' love; reg'larly comfoozled,

A CHRISTMAS CAROL 'I care not for Spring; on his fickle wing Let the

The process of being washed in the night air, and rough-dried in a closet, is as dangerous as it is peculiar.

'Now, gen'l'm'n, "fall on," as the English said to the French when they fixed bagginets.'

an awful instance of the instability of human greatness,

Company, you see—company—is—is—it's a very different thing from solitude—ain't it?'

The best sitting-room at Manor Farm was a good, long, dark-panelled room with a high chimney-piece, and a capacious chimney, up which you could have driven one of the new patent cabs, wheels and all. At the upper end of the room, seated in a shady bower of holly and evergreens were the two best fiddlers, and the only harp, in all Muggleton. In all