Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

:166 EXCURSION TO PARISludicrous if they had not been very lamentableat length I victoriously got my baquet (a feat LordAshburton himself had failed in, and which I did nottry again while there) : huge tub, five feet in diameter,with two big cans of water, into which with soap andsponges I victoriously stept, and made myselfthoroughly clean. Then out—out, thank heaven—towalk and smoke ; an hour yet to breakfast time.Eue de Eivoli had been mainly built since myformer visit to Paris; a very fine-looking straightstreet, of five or six storey houses, with piazza ; Frenchaspect everywhere, otherwise reminding me of EdinburghNew Town,—and only perhaps three furlongsin length. Streets straight as a line have long ceasedto seem the beautifullest to me. Population ratherscanty for a metropolitan street; street-sweeper,cantonniers, a few omnibuses with Passy, Versailles,&c., legible, a few straggling cabriolets and insignificantvehicles,—it reminded you of Dublin with its cardriving,not of London anywhere with its huge trafficand its groaning wains. Walkers anywhither werefew. Tuileries Garden (close on my left) seemed tohave grown bushier since my visit ; the trees, I thought,were far larger ; but nobody would confirm this to mewhen I applied to neighbours' experience. I did notenter Tuileries Garden yet : sentries in abundance ; uncertainwhether smoking was permitted. within; judgedit safest to keep the street,—westward, westward.Place de la Pievolution (Place Louis Quinze) altogether