And It Was Always Said Of Him,

There Might Be Some Credit In Being Jolly.

In The Moonlight Which Is Always Sad, As The Light Of The Sun Itself Is--as The Light Called Human Life Is--at Its Coming And Its Going.

Marley Was Dead, To Begin With. There Is No Doubt Whatever About That. The Register Of His Burial Was Signed By The Clergyman, The Clerk, The Undertaker, And The Chief Mourner. Scrooge Signed It. And Scrooge's Name Was Good Upon 'change For Anything He Chose To Put His Hand To. Old Marley Was As Dead As A Door-nail.

Once A Gentleman, And Always A Gentleman.

An Idea, Like A Ghost, Must Be Spoken To A Little Before It Will Explain Itself.