Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

:,168 EXCUKSION TO PARIStwo French * gentlemen of distinction ; ' I decline togo;—lie down on a sofa, covering my face with anewspaper, address two stamped Galignani's Journalsto Chelsea, to Scotsbrig, and decide to do nothingwhatever all day but lie still and solicit rest. Sifait ;—but very little rest may prove discoverable ?lay in one place at least,—having first made a call onthe Brownings, whom I found all brisk and well-restedin the Eue Michodiere (queer old quiet inn, Aux Armesde la Ville de Paris), and very sorry for my mischances.After noon, Lord Ashburton returned, out to makecalls, &c. ;I with him in the carriage, into the Payslatinand other quarters ; lazily looking at Paris, theonly thing I care to do with it in present circumstances.Did me good, that kind of ' exercise,' the hardest Iwas fit for. Nimm Dich in Acht.—At four o'clockhome, when two things were to be done : M. Thiersto be received, and a ride to be executed,—of whichonly the former took fulfilment.A little after four Thiers came.I had seen the manbefore in London, and cared not to see him again ;Ibutit seemed to be expected I should stay in the room, so,after deciphering this from the hieroglyphs of the scene,I staj^ed. Lord and Lady Ashburton, Thiers and Ia sumptuous enough drawing-room, yellow silk sofas,pendules, vases, mirrors, Turkish carpet, good woodfires ; dim windy afternoon : voila. Eoyer-Collard,'we heard, once said : Thiers est un polisson ; maisGuizot, c'est un drole ' Heigho, this was Prosper