He had gone for a walk, after giving a public reading of his work—a nineteenth century version of a book tour. As shadows deepened, he came upon a cemetery called the Canongate Kirkyard, and he went in to look around. The wind in the trees whispered like ghosts, and an owl gave a mournful cry.
|Canongate Kirkyard, Edinburgh, Scotland|
|Marley's ghost visits Scrooge|
|Scrooge and Bob Cratchett|
Sounds a lot like the Gospel to me.
Stark Raving Mythopath would like to thank Donna Patton. Her article on Scrooge in the Times-Gazette of Hillsboro, Ohio, introduced me to the origins of A Christmas Carol.
|Dickens pictured with his characters|