Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

!EXCURSION TO PARIS 175any, except we. Off again ; find our horses with effort,— man wants- two francs, not one : a modest horseholder! We ascend the river-side : dirty lumber on' 'all sides of path ;gidnguette (coarse, dirty old house,ditto wooden balcony, and mortals miserably drinking)by Pont de Grenoble, into Passy, bymost dusty roads,* omnibuses, cabs, &c., meeting usin clouds pretty often, and French cockney boxes on' 'each side to Auteuil ; finally into Bois de Boulogne,which also is a dirty scrubby place (one long roadmainly of two miles or so, with paltry bits of trees oneach hand, and dust in abundance) ; there we careeredalong at a sharp trot, and had almost all to ourselves,for nobody else except a walker or two, a cab-party ortwo at long intervals were seen. Ugly unkept grasson each side ; cross-roads, one or two, turning off intoone knew not what ; I found it an extremely soberOne of the Forts ' ' with great ugly chasmsPark !round it, on our left. At length we emerge again intoPassy ; see the balloon high overhead, people in itwaving their hats, mannequin (shrunk to a monkey)hanging on below : a sudden wind then blew it away,—for ever, one was glad to think. Arc de I'Etoile,some Hippodrome just coming out, and such a bewilderedGulf-stream of people and cabs on the bigroad townwards as I never saw before ! Lord Ashburtoncautioned me to ride vigilantly, the peoplebeing reckless and half-drunk : crack, crack, garegare a vous ! it was abundantly unpleasant ; at length