Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON REINFEED 41CHAPTER IIIWell mounted, wrapped and equipped for travelling,our friends were on horseback at an early hour. Thesunbeam was still dewy and level as they reached bya slanting path the brow of the hill-range whichbounded in the valley to the left, and Wotton lookedback for a moment on the blue streak of smoke whichwas rising from his own chimney far down in thebottom, where all that he possessed or delighted toremember on earth lay clusteredtogether in peacefulbrightness. The sound of a distant steeple-clockcame faint and saddened through the sunny morning.*How trim the burgh stands among its woods andmeadows ! ' cried Bernard, looking far across the dale ;'how gay its red steeples rise through the fleece ofblue, where many a thrifty mother iscooking breakfastfor her loved ones ! The place is alive and astirand full of busy mortals though you think here youmight cover it all with your hat. It is speaking tous, too, with its metal tongue !'Wotton moved on, for to him it was speaking notin pleasure but in pain.It was the sound which hadG