Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

—:EXCUKSION TO PAEIS 101blunt height with something like a castle on itguess to be St. Cloud : big arch of hard masonry toleft of that — guess to be I'Arc de I'Etoile : right in bothcases.At length Paris itself (4 p.m.), and we are safein the terminus at our set hour.Alas, it was still a long battle befo!*e our luggagecould be got out ; and a crowding, jingling, vociferoustumult, in which the brave Browning fought forleaving me to sit beside the women. It is so theymanage in France : there are droits de Voctroi ; thereare—in fine, there is maximum of fuss, and much adoabout almost nothing ! Some other train was in the actof departing, as our poor women sat patiently waitingon their bench ; and all was very fidgetting and verynoisy. I walked out to smoke ; one official permittedme, another forbade ; I at length went into the streetand sat down upon a borne to smoke ; touters of hotelscame round me: I am for the Hotel Meurice, inflexiblyfixed; de grace, Messieurs, laissez-moi en paix; which atlast they did.us,Cigar ended, I went in again, Browningstill fighting (in the invisible distance) about nothingat all. Our luggage visible at last upon a distantcounter, then Browning visible with report ofa hackney coach : we think it is now over ; rash souls,there is yet endless uproar among the porters, wishingto carry our luggage on a truck ; we won't, they willeven Browning had at last grown heated ; at lengthI do get a cab for myself and little trunk, certainFrench coins hastily from Browning, and roll away.