Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

;EXCUESION TO PARIS 163*stage-box,' close to the actors ; full of wind-draughts,where we all took cold more or less.Parterre in stallsa clever energetic set of faces visible there (far superiorto such as go to Drury Lane) ; among them, pointedout by Lady Ashburton, who had met him, the figureof Changamier. Strange to see such a man sittingsad and solitary there to pass his evening. A man ofplacid baggy face, towards sixty ; in black wig, andblack clothes ; high brow, low crown, head longish ;small hook nose, long upper lip (all shaved), cornersof which, and mouth generally, and indeed facegenerally, express obstinacy, sulkmess, and silentlong-continued labour and chagrin. I could havelikened him to a retired shopkeeper of thoughtfulhabits, much of whose savings had unexi)ectedly gonein railways. Thomas Wilson of Eccleston-street resembleshim in nose and mouth ; but there was moreintellect in Changarnier, though in a smoke-blearedcondition. A man probably of considerable talentrather a dangerous -looking man. I hear he is fromDijon, come of reputable parliamentary people. Playwas called La Oageure Imjjrevue, or some such nameworthless racket and cackle (of mistaken jealousy, &c.,in a country chateau of the old regime) ; actors rathergood ; to me a very wearisome affair. Lady Ashburtonwent to her mother's at the end of this ; LordAshburton and I staid out a trial of the next piece,Maison de Saint-Cyr : actors very good here again,play wretched, and to my taste sadder and sadder—two