The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of HomeDickens, Charles
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The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home
Dickens, Charles
Christmas stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Holidays -- Fiction
He was on the move, however; and had his spasms, two to the second, all
right and regular. But his sufferings when the clock was going to
strike, were frightful to behold; and when a Cuckoo looked out of a
trap-door in the Palace, and gave note six times, it shook him, each
time, like a spectral voice--or like a something wiry, plucking at his
legs.
It was not until a violent commotion and a whirring noise among the
weights and ropes below him had quite subsided, that this terrified
Haymaker became himself again. Nor was he startled without reason; for
these rattling, bony skeletons of clocks are very disconcerting in their
operation, and I wonder very much how any set of men, but most of all
how Dutchmen, can have had a liking to invent them. For there is a
popular belief that Dutchmen love broad cases and much clothing for
their own lower selves; and they might know better than to leave their
clocks so very lank and unprotected, surely.
Now it was, you observe, that the Kettle began to spend the evening. Now
it was, that the Kettle, growing mellow and musical, began to have
irrepressible gurglings in its throat, and to indulge in short vocal
snorts, which it checked in the bud, as if it hadn't quite made up its
mind yet, to be good company. Now it was, that after two or three such
vain attempts to stifle its convivial sentiments, it threw off all
moroseness, all reserve, and burst into a stream of song so cosy and
hilarious, as never maudlin nightingale yet formed the least idea of.
So plain, too! Bless you, you might have understood it like a
book--better than some books you and I could name, perhaps. With its
warm breath gushing forth in a light cloud which merrily and gracefully
ascended a few feet, then hung about the chimney-corner as its own
domestic Heaven, it trolled its song with that strong energy of
cheerfulness, that its iron body hummed and stirred upon the fire; and
the lid itself, the recently rebellious lid--such is the influence of a
bright example--performed a sort of jig, and clattered like a deaf and
dumb young cymbal that had never known the use of its twin brother.
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