Charles Dickens

Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last

Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last

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

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I read more

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."

Circumstances beyond my individual control.

Circumstances beyond my individual control.

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.