Charles Dickens

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a read more

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring
rash.

A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a
sheet of paper.

A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a
sheet of paper.

Some credit in being jolly.

Some credit in being jolly.

"When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as
to say, that man's a-waitin' for read more

"When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as
to say, that man's a-waitin' for a answer."

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