Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

;186 EXCUESION TO PAEISthrough dirty little tea-garden groves into Passy, sitdown there among wilderness of stones (new unusedmason stones), and smoke, looking over a pleasantview of some wing of Paris, the noise from Champ deMars growing louder and louder—to the waste of theKepuhlic's powder. Pasby, Chaillot, suburban villagestreet ; very quiet, in spite of an omnibus or twoexotic of aspect, worth walking alone. Arc de I'Etoileagain ; stiU enough to-day when there is no Hippodrome.Eain begins in the Champs Elysees ; callon Lady Sandwich ; home to dinner, by the arcades,in decided rain. Comte (something) Eoget is there ;has been speaking of Abbes, Abbe Gondy, &c. ; isgetting himself delicately quizzed, I perceive. * Jeunessedoree, jeunesse argentee,—des bottes,'—in fineM. le Comte, who is a very weak brother, hastens totake himself away, feeling not at ease here. Dinner(fiad mutton-chop,—useless wretched cookery * ' allalong, to my poor experience) , then half dress a little,a dinner is to be here at seven. Thiers and the two inevitables(Merimee and Labor de) ; I decided to vanish toBrownings in the interim. At Brownings vague talk,kind enough ; take leave, and home soon after nine.Prints : I had been surveying two large batches ofBookseller's Prints, on approb. * ;'—marking the defects,&c. Did not go up to the three strangers all atonce ; duly by degrees shook hands with the two inevitables(who stayed late, clatter-clattering) ; Thiers,in about half an hour, glided out without any speech