Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

;156 EXCURSION TO PARISgradually again, a little "while ;woke dreaming, confusedthings about my mother : ah me !At eight wason the street, in the clear sun, with my portmanteaulying packed behind me ; to be back for breakfast atnine.Dieppe harbour is the mouth of a river, broadgap in the general chalk cliffs (bounded to east by thechalk of ' caves ' aforesaid ; westward it stretches into alevel cloiv7i of some extent beyond Hotel de I'Europeand the other houses) ; basin big, I know not howdeep, has fine stout quays, drawbridges, few, very fewships ; range of high quaint old houses border it ontwo sides, the west (ours) and south where is a marketof fish, &c., and then the main part of the towneastward is innocent fringed undulating green country(cliff of ' caves ' goes but a short way inland), northwardis the sea.Walked south, with early cigar, intothe interior of the town. Good broad street withtrottoirs, with fair shops and decent-looking population; very poor several of them, but none ragged,their old clothes all accurately patched— a thriftypeople. Eagpickers ; a sj)rinkling of dandies tooLondon dandy of ten years ago, with hands in coatpockets, and a small stick rising out from one of them!Bakers, naked from the waist, all but a flannel waistcoatand cotton nightcap ; horse-collar loaves and ofother straighter cable shapes, all crust and levity.Streets of fair cleanness, water flowing in the gutters.Beards abundant. Eue d'Ecosse : thought of oldKnox, how he was driven to ' Deap ' and from it. A