Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

—;154 EXCUKSION TO PAEIStration of the same— prostration into doleful silence,then evanition into utter darkness under some benchtentwhence was heard only the * Hoahhah-hotch ! ' ofvanquished desjoair. Pretty enough were several ofthem, not perfectly like gentlemen any one of them :indeed that character of face I found of the utmostrarity in France generally. 'Bourgeois,' in cleanclothes, if civil, rather noisy manner. One handsomeman of forty, olive complexion, black big eyes andbeard, velvet cap without brim, stood long wrapped incopious blue cloak, and talked near me; at lengthsank silent and vanished. Other, of brown hair andbeard, head wrapt in shawl, rather silent from thefirst, protruded his under lip in sick disgust, andvanished a little sooner. Third, of big figure, blindand with spectacles, strikingly reminded me of Jeffreyof Cierthon ('Eobin Jeffrey,' long since dead) :he satby the gunwale, spoke Uttle, in preparation for theworst, and staid there. Inside the tent-benches allwas Hoahoh—hotch ' ! ' and more sordid groaningand vomiting. Blankets were procurable if you madeinterest. Many once elegant Frenchmen lay wrapt inblankets, huddled into any corner with their heads hid.We had some sharp brief showers : darkness fellnothing but the clank of the paddles, raving of thesea, and ' Hoah-oh-ho-ahh ! ' Our Scotch ostrichfriend stood long afoot, hard as stick ; at length hetoo disappeared in the darkness, and we heard himasking about * Dipe ' (Dieppe) whether it was not yet