We Are So Very 'umble.

In Life I Was Your Partner, Jacob Marley.

What Are The Odds So Long As The Fire Of The Soul Is Kindled At The Taper Of Conviviality, And The Wing Of Friendship Never Molts A Feather?

If I Could Not Walk Far And Fast, I Think I Should Just Explode And Perish.

Remembrance, Like A Candle, Burns Brightest At Christmastime.

So, Mr. Chadband-of Whom The Persecutors Say That It Is No Wonder He Should Go On For Any Length Of Time Uttering Such Abominable Nonsense, But That The Wonder Rather Is That He Should Ever Leave Off, Having Once The Audacity To Begin-retires Into Private Life Until He Invests A Little Capital Of Supper In The Oil-trade.