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Charles Dickens

A Child's Dream of a Star

There was once a child who wondered if all the children on earth would die, would the flowers, the water, and the sky be sorry? The sister drooped and became so weak that she could no longer stand...

6 min read · Rating: G · Read story

A Christmas Tree

The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table. It was guarded by a Tumbler, a demoniacal Counsellor and a cardboard lady in a blue-silk skirt. The Doll's house had three distinct rooms:...

34 min read · Rating: G · Read story

A Flight

When Don Diego de - I forget his name - invented the last new Flying Machines, every French citizen carried pine-apples home. Demented Traveller, Collected Guard, Monied Interest and I re-enter the...

21 min read · Rating: PG · Read story

A Good-Humoured Christmas Chapter

The four Pickwickians assemble on the morning of the twenty-second day of December, and wait in the cold on the outside of the Muggleton coach, while Mr. Weller and the guard try to insinuate a...

45 min read · Rating: PG · Read story

A Monument of French Folly

The French are frog-eating people who wear wooden shoes. They have no idea of Smithfield, and prosperity to cattle-driving, cattle-slaughtering, bone-crushing, blood-boiling, trotter-scraping,...

25 min read · Rating: G · Read story

A Poor Man's Tale of a Patent

I am not used to writing for print, but have been called 'Old John' since I was nineteen. I have ten children, six of whom are living. I am not a Chartist, and I never was, but a friend of mine...

12 min read · Rating: G · Read story

A Walk in a Workhouse

On a certain Sunday, I formed one of the congregation assembled in the chapel of a large metropolitan Workhouse. There were several evil-looking young women, beetle-browed young men, aged people,...

14 min read · Rating: G · Read story

Bill-Sticking

If I had an enemy whom I hated, I would introduce that something into a Posting-Bill. If he took boat, he would see his conscience glaring down on him from the parapets and peeping up at him from...

25 min read · Rating: G · Read story

Births. Mrs. Meek, of a Son

When I saw the announcement in the Times, I dropped the paper and sent the boy who cleans the boots and shoes. I hope and believe I am a quiet man. George Meek's wife's nurse, Mrs. Prodgit, held...

10 min read · Rating: PG · Read story

Boots at the Holly-Tree Inn

Boots knew that Harry Walmers' father lived at the Elmses and wrote poetry, and that the birds believed they were birds and kept up with them, singing to please them. Cobbs, Master Harry's...

20 min read · Rating: G · Read story

Christmas at Fezziwig's Warehouse

"Hilli-ho!" cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility. "Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here! Hilli-ho, Dick! The warehouse was cleared away in...

3 min read · Rating: G · Read story

Doctor Marigold

I am a Cheap Jack, and I am partial to a white hat. The doctor accepted a tea-tray from me, and the old couple, though retired, cried out in the old patter, fluent, "Now here is a working model of...

60 min read · Rating: PG-13 · Read story