Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

252 LETTERS WEITTEN BY THOMAS CARLYLE TOthey are one and the same. For the veracity, andreal unconscious manliness of this poor hungrySchiller of Prose, fighting his battle with the confusionof the world, are everywhere admirable. Nocant in him ; no weak sentimentalism ; he has recognisedthe rugged fact in all its contradictoriness ;looks round, with rapid eager eye, upon his variousmilk-cows of finance, ' This one will yield me somuch, that so much, and I shall get thro' after'—and is climbmg towards the Ideal, all the while,all !by an impulse as if from the Gods. Throughout Irecollected that Portrait you sent me; with its bigjaws, loose lips, hasty eager eyes,—all as in looseonset and advance, Forward * ! Forward!'PoorSchiller, there is something that one loves extremelyin that ragged careless aspect of him ; true to thevery heart : a veritable Brother and Man ! Kornertoo I hear universally recognised as a Tiichtiger ;full of sense, of h-iendly candour and fidelity : it israrely that one reads such a Correspondence betweentwo modern men. Thanks to you all for giving it tous ; thanks to you individually for sending it me atonce.I would fain send you some news of myself ;butalas, that is a very waste Chapter, not fit for enteringupon, to-day ! I have no work on hand that can benamed ; I feel only that the whole world of England,of Europe, grows daily full of new meanings, whichit well beseems all persons of intelligence to try if