Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON EEINFEEDCHAPTER I*Surely,' said Wotton, as he sat by the clear eveningfire engaged in various talk with his friend, ' surely, mygood Doctor, the poet is wrong ; and happiness if itbe the aim was never meant to be the end of our behig.'The old Doctor gave a quiet smile.'Happiness ! ' continuedWotton with increasing vehemence, Happiness! where is it ? The foolish cannot find it,'the wisest have sought for it in vain. Not on thetowering heights of royalty, not in the houses of therich and noble, not down in the thatched hut of thepeasant does it dwell. The ambitious, be it in thecabinet, the battle-field, or the counting-room, discoversafter a thousand mocking disappointments that heis a hapless drudge ; the voluptuary dies despicableand wretched, like a putrid gourd ; Brutus exclaims*•virtue, I have worshipped thee as a substance, andmust I find thee a shadow?" But Science! Yes,Science ! And what docs Science teach us ? The