Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON KEINFRED 9*Dost thou know I came hither solely to persuadethee ;to offer myself as thy companion ? ''Mygood, kind, only friend ! Butwhy should itbe ? Why should I. intrude upon happy men :to sitin their circle like a death's-head, marring all pleasureby my sepulchral moods ? Leave me to fight withmy own despicable fate. Here in the mountains Iconsume my griefs in silence, and except when you in3'our chivalrousI trouble no one with them.'benevolence come over to doctor me,'Be my patient then for once,' cried the other :*what harm can it do ? Your books have ceased toplease you, and you are learning nothing from thembut to doubt. Your long rides among the moors dobut feed your melancholy humour. You can neithershoot, nor hunt, nor dine.You keep no race-horses,and the Commission of Supply does not fire yourambition. What have you to do here ? Arise, let usmingle in the full current of life, or at least survey itfor a season.Who knows what fine things we maysee and do ? Frank Mosely is a true man, and youwill learn to love him ; he already loves you. Yourcase, too, he understands better than you think. Letme read you this,' cried he, taking out a letter andleading Wotton back to the table.'Oh, 1 know it already ! The old story over again,he not solitary, he not idle. And good heaven ! whatam I that people should quacksalver me with theirnostrums ? Does Mosely keep a private bedlam forc