Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

;!!8 WOTTON EElNFllEDshook his head.'But I am wrong,' continued ho.*"Why do I lead thee to such thoughts ? It is a poorphilosophy which can be taught in words : we talkand talk ;and talking without acting, though Socrateswere the speaker, does not help our case but aggravateit.CollectThou must act, thou must work, thou must dothyself, compose thyself, find what is wantingthat so tortures thee ; do but attempt with all thystrength to attain it and thou art saved.'*Wanting ? ' said Wotton.'Wanting ? There isnothing wanting but deepestsleep, where there wereno dreams to trouble me. Ere long I shall find it inmy mother's bosom. But what of this ? ' added he,impatiently.*Why do we talk, as thou sayest, whenthere is nothing to be done ? Oh, my old friend, Iabuse your goodness, and load you with griefs whichI should bear myself. Forgive me, forgive me. Iwas not always weak.the worse it must.'It must alter, for the better or'For the better !'cried the Doctor, cheerily. *Itmust and will. I tell thee help is on the road : itwill arrive when we least think of it. But enoughNow tell me, to come to business at last, what sayestthou to Mosely's letter ? '*That travelling will not recreate me ; that I wantno spiritual leech, for spiritual recipes cannot availthat Mosely is a good man, but knows nothing of my"case" as he calls it; in brief, that I cannot andmust not i'o.'