Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

:;178-EXCURSIONTO PARISa modest enough locality was the General's house.*Gone to the country {aux departemejits) , uncertamwhither, uncertain when '; clearly no Cavaignac forus ! We drove away again, disappointed in mind,tant soit*ijeu. Lift the top from the carriage, letme drive through the streets with you, and sit warmand smoke, while you do business : ' that was myproposal to Lord Ashburton, who gladly assentedagreed to wait at his * club ' {Club of Frenchmenchiefly, and of some etrangers, near the boulevards,— quite ' empty ' at this time) ; home for a warmercoat, coachman and lackey todoff the carriage-roofand after some waiting we all duly rally (at Eue de laPaix I, at said club Lord Ashburton)—and roll awayeastward and into the heart of the city Pleasantdrive, and the best thing I could do to-day. Boulevardsvery stirring, airy, locomotive to a fair degree,but the vehiculation very light.Looked at the exoticold high houses ; the exotic rolling crowd. BarriereSt. Martin ;turn soon after into the rightward streets,shops, lapidary or other, Lord Ashburton has to callat ; I remam seated ; learn we are near the Templedecide to go thither.Old, pale-dingy edifice, shorn ofall its towers ; only a gate and dead wall to the street.Policeman issues on us as we enter ; stony eyes, villainouslook, has never heard of Louis XVI., or hisimprisonment here.*Non, monsieur ! '—but from theother side of the gate comes an old female concierge whois fully familiar with it ; she, brandishing her keys, will