Maxioms by Charles Dickens
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."
He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.
He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of read more
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of bread.
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
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
