Healing the Sick
all Children should have the benefit of healthcare
Joaquin Sorolla "Triste Herencia"
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
``Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!'' exclaimed the Ghost.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.
Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous
``Spirit! are they yours?'' Scrooge could say no more.
"They are Man's,'' said the Spirit, looking down upon them.
"And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!'' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city.
``Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And bide the end!''
I've many wishes of GOOD Tidings to bestow on you all-I've been beseeched by readers to snap out of the morose Dickens story postings-and show some pretty decorating pictures-Oh my dears-there is plenty of time for pretties! I've also received praise-this I take lightly, but with gratitude.
As with ALL things Little Augury-I follow my heart and my own lead-beholden to none. I shall Endeavor to Keep it that way-Just as I keep Christmas. If ever there was a time to reflect-to remember-what's been done by oneself-and MAN ( Man has reams to answer for) it is Christmas.
Just Ask Dickens-
“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me."
Charles Dickens puts the year & Christmas in perspective as no other.