Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON EEINFRED 145such endowments, few who had so quickened myfaculties and, though with somewhat ahen influence,given me so many new ideasto improve.and so much incitement*In this favourable mood he left us, his regimentbeing ordered to the North, where it was to be reduced,perhaps broken. He took his leave quietly,with friendliness, but no show of tenderness, and mthe manner ofto meet us again.a man who hoped yet without anxietyWar, he observed, was a trade forthe present as good as ruined, and of which at anyrate one would in time grow tired ; he had thoughtsof slackening his connection with the army and settlingon his own soil ; who knew but the Cincinnatulus,when his sword had become a ploughshare,might tempt his fair hostesses to a long journey, orat least meet them in their wayfarings and renew thememory of so many happy days ? In this fashion weparted ; with my aunt he was in dearer esteem thanever ;even I could not but wish him good speed, andsometimes afterwards not without regret contrast hissprightly sense with the laborious, often malicious,.inanity of most that remained in my sphere behindhim.*A brisk correspondence had commenced betweenmy aunt and Walter, in which she seemed to find herchief, or rather sole pleasure, for ever since hisdeparture a double discontent had settled over her.About this time Jaspar, her son, paid us his firstu